Sunday. The official beginning of the week. Some go to worship, others sleep in, still others are spending the day doing something fun with family or friends. It can be a day to contemplate or prepare for the week ahead.
My Sunday begins as any other day, I have pets. I may later linger over my coffee a bit longer, or glance at the Sunday paper. Check my calendar for the upcoming week. I would love to be going out to a brunch, but that hasn't happened in two years. So I pour another coffee. I could be straightening or gathering laundry, but that can wait it' s Sunday.
I am thinking today I will get together things I no longer need and start a box or two for Goodwill or the shelter. I am at overflow status, and need to find some extra room as my drawers and cupboards are at capacity. I could go to a nursery for a few more plants for the garden. I shall NOT go to a flea market or browse the secondhand stores as that is a temptation that will result in more stuff. I do not need more stuff. I need less stuff.
A friend mentioned today that she should be done spring cleaning by December because somewhere along the way she kept stuff. She mentioned ebay and paypal and Barbies. Special Barbies. Thank goodness I don't collect or keep my kids toys. I just keep my own. I need to pare down, simplify, enjoy my senior years.
We used to have an unenforceable rule here. Nothing new comes in unless something else goes out. Sound theory but everyone has to cooperate. No sneaking things into the garage or the shed to be discovered later. No you didn't always have that tool, or cooler, or camping chair. Do we really need five tool boxes filled with unsorted tools purchased because it was a great deal at a flea.
Don't we end up going to the depot or hardware store buying the only tool that isn't in the five tool boxes again and again.
I will be the better person. I shall get rid of some of my unused stuff. I will donate and cleanse. But wait. Why am I getting photos on my phone of tables and chairs? Of stuff, omg, it's a yard sale. My brain hiccups as I think if there is anything I need. I gain control. Well okay I'll go look maybe.
Why did the seller price things so low. Whew, that has a sold sticker on it.
Yes I kept my wits, and only got three ceramic roosters, a soapstone chicken and a teapot. The other bought a table and chairs, that I didn't like.
After a bit of pouting by the other, my oldest daughter now is a proud owner of a gently used table with four chairs. Yes it's Sunday. Now where should I put those roosters?
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Thursday, May 7, 2015
Alert, not a humorous post today.
Did you ever have one of "those" days or weeks? When you just know it may not end well.
Today was one of those days.
I agreed to go on a errand run with the "other" who lives in the house with me. This has not happened in almost two years or so, but I kinda got cornered by mentioning ahead of time my plans for this day.
Since discussions when not in public are limited to general requests, griping about everything from using the dishwasher when it is not full to my lack in all things, being trapped for hours on an errand run is not on the top of my top ten list. Heck it isn't even at the bottom.
I prefer not to be embarrassed when I am out, and this always happens and it is not my fault. I have many witnesses who would attest to that fact. But I needed a distraction today, so I agreed.
My youngest had her last final exam for the term at college, and was heading home for the summer after finishing the packing of her apartment. She had originally hoped it would be her very last exam, but year five is starting in September. It's not that she isn't bright or doesn't do well, but like the practical young woman she is, she has changed her major, not once, or twice, but three times. She watches the job market like a stock brokers watches the ticker and futures. She wanted to be employed in the area she had studied for when she got the diploma and started part two.
Understandable I thought. I had decided to let her do what she had to do... because I did not ever want to hear the words that I made her do what she was unhappy doing. Her life, her choices. She is paying for school, and she will be paying back the student loans.
So after four years of high school and four years of college, my other, her father has decided to take interest in what she was doing. Hello !! Eight years of not taking interest. Eight years. So while she sits here, fretting over the final grades which shall determine her direction, stressed and in need of a time out, she gets to hear from the clueless other, that she basically is a failure for spending four years and not getting a degree. Not smart.
The other has no clue that fully eighty percent of her friends are also heading into year five. That the four year trek into adult hood is not the norm. Not now, not in those times. I watched my daughter who has cried three times in eight years, who is a tough, hard working, young women dissolve into a puddle that forms when the final drop hits the full sink and water flows on the floor.
She had alternate plans should the test scores not be what she hoped for in a similar field, only to be told that they were not sensible plans and that they would not lead to that degree. They would lead to a lucrative career and the degree could easily follow.
A degree does not always make for a job or a good job, and why mr. know it all now, should know that. He should also know that a pat on the shoulder tonight, would have made for a better evening than the path he chose without thinking.
Today was one of those days.
I agreed to go on a errand run with the "other" who lives in the house with me. This has not happened in almost two years or so, but I kinda got cornered by mentioning ahead of time my plans for this day.
Since discussions when not in public are limited to general requests, griping about everything from using the dishwasher when it is not full to my lack in all things, being trapped for hours on an errand run is not on the top of my top ten list. Heck it isn't even at the bottom.
I prefer not to be embarrassed when I am out, and this always happens and it is not my fault. I have many witnesses who would attest to that fact. But I needed a distraction today, so I agreed.
My youngest had her last final exam for the term at college, and was heading home for the summer after finishing the packing of her apartment. She had originally hoped it would be her very last exam, but year five is starting in September. It's not that she isn't bright or doesn't do well, but like the practical young woman she is, she has changed her major, not once, or twice, but three times. She watches the job market like a stock brokers watches the ticker and futures. She wanted to be employed in the area she had studied for when she got the diploma and started part two.
Understandable I thought. I had decided to let her do what she had to do... because I did not ever want to hear the words that I made her do what she was unhappy doing. Her life, her choices. She is paying for school, and she will be paying back the student loans.
So after four years of high school and four years of college, my other, her father has decided to take interest in what she was doing. Hello !! Eight years of not taking interest. Eight years. So while she sits here, fretting over the final grades which shall determine her direction, stressed and in need of a time out, she gets to hear from the clueless other, that she basically is a failure for spending four years and not getting a degree. Not smart.
The other has no clue that fully eighty percent of her friends are also heading into year five. That the four year trek into adult hood is not the norm. Not now, not in those times. I watched my daughter who has cried three times in eight years, who is a tough, hard working, young women dissolve into a puddle that forms when the final drop hits the full sink and water flows on the floor.
She had alternate plans should the test scores not be what she hoped for in a similar field, only to be told that they were not sensible plans and that they would not lead to that degree. They would lead to a lucrative career and the degree could easily follow.
A degree does not always make for a job or a good job, and why mr. know it all now, should know that. He should also know that a pat on the shoulder tonight, would have made for a better evening than the path he chose without thinking.
Monday, May 4, 2015
Lost in Space
This has nothing to do with the title but more to do what have I been doing since the last time I opened up this blog to write. I truly am not sure what happened to have just stopped so abruptly. If I was in the military, it would be considered MIA. After following several friends blogs on another blogging platform, and noting that I had one on it that had never been used, I decided to give my brain and fingers a work out and start blogging again. After all it is really just a journal online, nothing earth breaking, but good therapy.
Then I noticed that there was a tiny little link on my profile that directed me and other random readers to this blog site. I clicked and lo and behold there was my first attempts at blogging. Whoops. It was like finding that book or packet of forgotten letters that I thought had been lost in a move or clean out. I was both amused and alarmed that I could have just stopped. Like I had been lifted off the planet for several years and space traveled until I was dropped back here where I started.
Now I could blame it on a number of things I suppose, but to be totally honest, I haven't a clue. Just got busy I guess. Well I am still busy but determined that I should at least try to post at least a few times a week. I shall tether myself to the computer, so as not to drift away again.
Then I noticed that there was a tiny little link on my profile that directed me and other random readers to this blog site. I clicked and lo and behold there was my first attempts at blogging. Whoops. It was like finding that book or packet of forgotten letters that I thought had been lost in a move or clean out. I was both amused and alarmed that I could have just stopped. Like I had been lifted off the planet for several years and space traveled until I was dropped back here where I started.
Now I could blame it on a number of things I suppose, but to be totally honest, I haven't a clue. Just got busy I guess. Well I am still busy but determined that I should at least try to post at least a few times a week. I shall tether myself to the computer, so as not to drift away again.
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