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.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Friday, August 5, 2011
Am I too old for this...?
As I push my way into the sixth decade of my life on this planet, so many things give me pause, and I ask myself if I am too old for this?
I know I am too old for a bikini..my body fell out of shape some years ago, and I know that not only would I look like a fool in an itsy bitsy teeney weeney yellow polka dot bikini...or any other bikini, I wouldn't expose any part of the general public to me wearing one.
Heck I wouldn't expose the dressing room mirror to that image.
I wondered when I started a facebook page if I was too old for the new social media, that makes friends of friends of friends that we really don't know. I started one to view photos of a niece's new puppy, and it has grown to be a daily touch base with old friends, family and yes new pets. But I also have pages, those little snippets of information that appear when you "like" a cause, or a page, or a link. Some are great, and I read them faithfully others meet the hide command. They still remain, but like dust under a bed, are hidden from my daily viewing. I've discovered new authors, bloggers, and tips from a variety of postings. I've rediscovered old authors I read once upon a time. So I guess I'm not too old for this.
Digital photography, a mystery to some has become a hobby of mine. The photos may not always be perfect, but after cropping and tweaking ,and in some cases deleting, I have to say for fumbling through the digital world, I find I love it. It certainly beats the old rolls of film found in the corner of a desk drawer, never developed, and when finally being turned into that long awaited snippet of time, discovering that out of twenty four shots, I may have gotten maybe two that were keepers. I will never be too old for that.
Politics, that topic that should never be discussed with a spouse, a friend, or family and was ignored by me, most of my voting life has suddenly roared into my world like a hurricane blowing against the door, demanding to be let in. I don't like it, not one bit. I don't like adults acting like spoiled children who have forgotten their mother's admonishment, to "knock it off and get along, or you will be sorry."
Come on boys and girls, let us get our shit together, and do what you were elected to do, which was work for the constituents that put you in office so you can add to your list of perks, and overall retirement.
The verdict is out on whether I am too old for this.
Working. Well the general feeling here, being part owner of small business, is that we will never quit working. Can't afford to and don't know how we could. I am however way too old to work the second job which is as a vendor at fairs and events peddling roasted corn on the cob to all those folks who roam by enjoying their day. I like talking with the customers, and other vendors, but this is a young person's gig, and I want to be one of the people walking by taking in the sights.
Although there are many other topics to touch on as to whether one is too old for certain things, the final one I'll address tonight, as I squint my tired eyes after being up for over 21 hours now, on three hours sleep and a twenty minute catnap, is whether I am too old to be blogging. I used to love writing letters, and kept a journal from time to time, but blogging seems to require that I sit down at the computer and actually come up with a topic at least once a week. I love to talk, some may consider me to be long winded on many subjects, but to put these thoughts into a written format regularly, writing something that I would not be embarassed to have someone else read, well personally I don't think I'll will ever be too old for that.
And that's that.
I know I am too old for a bikini..my body fell out of shape some years ago, and I know that not only would I look like a fool in an itsy bitsy teeney weeney yellow polka dot bikini...or any other bikini, I wouldn't expose any part of the general public to me wearing one.
Heck I wouldn't expose the dressing room mirror to that image.
I wondered when I started a facebook page if I was too old for the new social media, that makes friends of friends of friends that we really don't know. I started one to view photos of a niece's new puppy, and it has grown to be a daily touch base with old friends, family and yes new pets. But I also have pages, those little snippets of information that appear when you "like" a cause, or a page, or a link. Some are great, and I read them faithfully others meet the hide command. They still remain, but like dust under a bed, are hidden from my daily viewing. I've discovered new authors, bloggers, and tips from a variety of postings. I've rediscovered old authors I read once upon a time. So I guess I'm not too old for this.
Digital photography, a mystery to some has become a hobby of mine. The photos may not always be perfect, but after cropping and tweaking ,and in some cases deleting, I have to say for fumbling through the digital world, I find I love it. It certainly beats the old rolls of film found in the corner of a desk drawer, never developed, and when finally being turned into that long awaited snippet of time, discovering that out of twenty four shots, I may have gotten maybe two that were keepers. I will never be too old for that.
Politics, that topic that should never be discussed with a spouse, a friend, or family and was ignored by me, most of my voting life has suddenly roared into my world like a hurricane blowing against the door, demanding to be let in. I don't like it, not one bit. I don't like adults acting like spoiled children who have forgotten their mother's admonishment, to "knock it off and get along, or you will be sorry."
Come on boys and girls, let us get our shit together, and do what you were elected to do, which was work for the constituents that put you in office so you can add to your list of perks, and overall retirement.
The verdict is out on whether I am too old for this.
Working. Well the general feeling here, being part owner of small business, is that we will never quit working. Can't afford to and don't know how we could. I am however way too old to work the second job which is as a vendor at fairs and events peddling roasted corn on the cob to all those folks who roam by enjoying their day. I like talking with the customers, and other vendors, but this is a young person's gig, and I want to be one of the people walking by taking in the sights.
Although there are many other topics to touch on as to whether one is too old for certain things, the final one I'll address tonight, as I squint my tired eyes after being up for over 21 hours now, on three hours sleep and a twenty minute catnap, is whether I am too old to be blogging. I used to love writing letters, and kept a journal from time to time, but blogging seems to require that I sit down at the computer and actually come up with a topic at least once a week. I love to talk, some may consider me to be long winded on many subjects, but to put these thoughts into a written format regularly, writing something that I would not be embarassed to have someone else read, well personally I don't think I'll will ever be too old for that.
And that's that.
Friday, July 22, 2011
It's hot, hot. hot !!
Here where I live, the heat wave that has plaqued a large portion of the country came to visit.
Temperatures rose into the high 90', hitting 100 and over in some places.
Humidity added to the discomfort, and I was glad to have air conditioning.
Folks were cranky, with reason, and the oddest thing was come nightfall the roads were empty.
This is Friday night in the Poconos, a region known for it's influx of visitors from NY, NJ, and other states in our country who want to see our trees, enjoy our natural resources, heck maybe see on of our thousands of deer. They come to our water parks, rent kayaks and paddle down the Delaware, and shop our outlet stores, as though the prices were better than their home towns.
I had the occasion to pick up a late night meal for my working teen, and I was stunned, no traffic. The lots around the restaurants were only a third filled, and the highways were, well pretty darn empty for a summer weekend night.
I'm thinking that it is so hot that some are taking the advisories seriously, and staying put in a cool environment if possible. Hello folks it's summer. Now here we have had just two days of steamy summer heat, and folks seem to be hunkered in.
At first the heat really took my stuff right out of me. Today, it's hotter but not as bad. Could I be getting used to these temperatures that causes ones skin to sweat, becoming huge mosquito magnets. I don't know that I can get used to this heat, or I would live in Florida, or Alabama, or Louisiana. Perhaps it's more "accepting" the heat.
It is after all the middle of summer. I know ( even with global warming) that soon it will cool off to more seasonable temperatures, and before we can blink an eye there will be folks complaining of the cold nip in the air.
So it's hot, hot, hot, and will be for a day or so more, but for the most part we will survive hopefully without being rude to a family member or a complete stranger.
We have done this before in our lives. It was hot in our childhoods. Just like now.
Temperatures rose into the high 90', hitting 100 and over in some places.
Humidity added to the discomfort, and I was glad to have air conditioning.
Folks were cranky, with reason, and the oddest thing was come nightfall the roads were empty.
This is Friday night in the Poconos, a region known for it's influx of visitors from NY, NJ, and other states in our country who want to see our trees, enjoy our natural resources, heck maybe see on of our thousands of deer. They come to our water parks, rent kayaks and paddle down the Delaware, and shop our outlet stores, as though the prices were better than their home towns.
I had the occasion to pick up a late night meal for my working teen, and I was stunned, no traffic. The lots around the restaurants were only a third filled, and the highways were, well pretty darn empty for a summer weekend night.
I'm thinking that it is so hot that some are taking the advisories seriously, and staying put in a cool environment if possible. Hello folks it's summer. Now here we have had just two days of steamy summer heat, and folks seem to be hunkered in.
At first the heat really took my stuff right out of me. Today, it's hotter but not as bad. Could I be getting used to these temperatures that causes ones skin to sweat, becoming huge mosquito magnets. I don't know that I can get used to this heat, or I would live in Florida, or Alabama, or Louisiana. Perhaps it's more "accepting" the heat.
It is after all the middle of summer. I know ( even with global warming) that soon it will cool off to more seasonable temperatures, and before we can blink an eye there will be folks complaining of the cold nip in the air.
So it's hot, hot, hot, and will be for a day or so more, but for the most part we will survive hopefully without being rude to a family member or a complete stranger.
We have done this before in our lives. It was hot in our childhoods. Just like now.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
What a run
If you're reading this you may think that this is about well, running. You would be wrong. Although I am always impressed by the fit and not so fit women and men along every road and path that are out there, pounding along the pavement in all kinds of conditions, the last time I actually ran was ... well I can't remember but I am relatively sure that something was chasing me.
No what this is about is a run of luck, not bad necessarily and not good, but quirky, weird luck. I just want a break from the craziness, just for a week or so. We've had lightning disable a well, a computer brain in an suv, and play havoc with our phone lines.
I have had two dogs, sisters no less, being out of sorts with each other a lot. We have had tick bites, disagreements with orthodontists, and still have some forms to fill out for the upcoming freshman year my youngest is about to undertake for her next four years of college.
We have physicals to take and records to get and the days are flying by.
Bad roommates run out on rent, and trash as they leave, and the temperature just doesn't want to give us a break.
I just need all this to stop. Not forever, because to believe that would be foolish,but for just a few days. To catch my breath, to refocus, to read that book that sits on the table taunting me to open it. I need renewed, well as renewable as a soon to be 60 year old woman can be. I want to sleep in and not do all the laundry that has accumulated while the well was malfunctioning.
I want to drink coffee, put my feet up and read.
Well I like fairy tales but don't believe in them and this is what I have asked for..so perhaps I should make another request. In September.
No what this is about is a run of luck, not bad necessarily and not good, but quirky, weird luck. I just want a break from the craziness, just for a week or so. We've had lightning disable a well, a computer brain in an suv, and play havoc with our phone lines.
I have had two dogs, sisters no less, being out of sorts with each other a lot. We have had tick bites, disagreements with orthodontists, and still have some forms to fill out for the upcoming freshman year my youngest is about to undertake for her next four years of college.
We have physicals to take and records to get and the days are flying by.
Bad roommates run out on rent, and trash as they leave, and the temperature just doesn't want to give us a break.
I just need all this to stop. Not forever, because to believe that would be foolish,but for just a few days. To catch my breath, to refocus, to read that book that sits on the table taunting me to open it. I need renewed, well as renewable as a soon to be 60 year old woman can be. I want to sleep in and not do all the laundry that has accumulated while the well was malfunctioning.
I want to drink coffee, put my feet up and read.
Well I like fairy tales but don't believe in them and this is what I have asked for..so perhaps I should make another request. In September.
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