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Decisions, decisions. January 24, 2017

Filed under: jewels,knitting,life,writing — kathy @ 11:35 am
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“The only thing you want to do is stay in bed and pet me…I repeat, the only thing you want to do…”

Are you like this?

 

Over any given weekend, do you take time to make a list of things you’d like to do/accomplish during the upcoming week?

 

And then once the week begins, do the other “must handle” items like doctor’s appointments, grocery shopping, and household chores get in the way and all your good intentions go out the window?

 

Does it drive you crazy, too?

 

I used to be so good about defining my goals and crossing them off my ever-lengthening to-do list—oh, how I love to cross stuff off my list—but the last few weeks, I look at that list and feel paralyzed. Forget all the other stuff that gets in the way; I just can’t choose where to start. And then I panic a little.

 

I realize some of that panic comes from the place in my head I mentioned a few weeks ago, the place where I feel I’m running out of time in my life. But this is getting out of hand. Some days I look up at the clock and see it’s noon and I am still sitting, cat on lap, trying to decide what to do that day. By then it’s usually too late to start anything of great importance, so I just run the vacuum around the house, or sort through the mail. Bleh.

 

I pondered this dilemma a good while this morning—two full coffee mug’s worth of time—(see what I mean?) and finally had this brilliant idea. Well, it seems brilliant now…we shall see.

 

Anyway, I thought that if every night before I went to bed I decided what I would tackle the following day and set things up to be able to jump right into my project, I’d be a step ahead of the game and save time, too. Kind of like laying my clothes out the night before. No heavy thinking, just get up, take care of the morning stuff, and then get to work.

 

Starting tomorrow—I mean tonight—I’ll begin this experiment. Let you know how it turns out…

 

Have you got any special ways to get your projects underway every day? Would love to know.

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Brown days January 11, 2017

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Can’t I just stay in bed and cuddle with him?

You may think from the title, that I’m referencing the dreary browns of winter, but no. Bug’s high school (can you believe she’s a senior?!) has alternating class days: brown days and gold days. On gold days, classes officially start at 8:45 am, although the teachers are available at 7:45 if the kids need to come in for help, or make up a test. But not brown days. Brown days start at 7:45.

Which means I have to get this tired body into some clothes—I never just throw a coat on over my pjs and go because the day I do that would be the day my car would break down or someone would hit me—and my teeth brushed by 6:15.  On brown days, I need to snap to it right away. Make lunch and breakfast for Bug—yes, I still do that for her, even though she can handle it herself—and drive her to school because with her recent health issues, she still hasn’t had a chance to get her license yet.

So when the alarm goes off, I hit snooze and flip the day’s plans through my head while trying to lift myself out from under a cat and the warm blankets before the alarm sounds again. I’ve done that without too much trouble over the years, but lately, I find myself really struggling. I’ve been dragging myself out of bed with a big groan.

Perhaps it’s because I’m not much of a morning person, although in the past 10 years or so, I’ve discovered that I don’t mind the early hours so much. It’s quiet in the house, in the world, even. I feel I have a little time to myself before everyone needs me to do something. My mother always got up around 5:00 am. She’d have her toast, coffee and newspaper, and let the dog out before she had to pry us kids out of bed. Smart lady.

But recently, thinking of all the things I’m planning to get done that day seem overwhelming instead of inspiring me to get a move on. It’s been harder than ever to push myself out of bed and get going, and I couldn’t figure out what to do to make it easier. I tried going to bed earlier, not using the computer right before I went to bed, even drinking some Sleepy Time Tea so I’d get a better night’s sleep. Still, early morning would come, that alarm would go off, and I’d cringe.

Then last night, while I was in the midst of my nightly prayer of gratitude, a funny old memory snuck into my thoughts.

My mom and I had been having coffee during the early morning hours of one of my summer visits home. We were chatting when we heard my dad moving around upstairs and then pretty clearly heard him swear; my mom laughed a little and told me that’s the first thing he’d been saying every morning lately. Now I don’t know if he said what he said  because he hadn’t been feeling well, or if there was some other reason for a swear to be the first thing he said in the morning. But it occurred to me then that the first thing out of your mouth, or even in your mind, shouldn’t be so negative. How could that be healthy?

I’ve always felt words have energy and power; words are a prayer.

So as I fell asleep last night, I decided to figure out a positive word I could think/say when I woke up this morning. “Welcome” was the winner, and as I woke this morning and stretched and whispered the word into the darkness, it felt soothing.

I have to admit that the rest of this morning seemed to flow with more ease and I had more patience than usual. We’ll see how the busy day ahead shakes out. Meanwhile I think I’ll continue this morning word experiment, for at least the next few months.

 

Househole Duties April 7, 2014

Filed under: laughter,life — kathy @ 10:22 am
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Hello, my darlings!

Been ages since I posted, and I must say how I’ve missed it.

Briefly, my sweet mother had some health problems and I was back home to help out for a bit, and when returned here, there was mucho catching up to do.

Funny how it all snowballs, though. While I caught up around here with the life stuff I needed to do, the house turned into a hell hole…well figuratively speaking, anyway. It’s always been amazing to me to see that a little neglect goes a long way. Let’s start at the nexus of the house: the kitchen desk. Oh evil bane of my pretend Donna Reed existence. What is it about this rectangle of engineered quartz that attracts crap from every being in this house? Yes, “beings.” I have found shed cat claws and whiskers on this desk. As long as mail is being delivered to this house, this surface will be covered in little piles of paper.

Seriously?

Seriously?

I took this “clutter quiz” once and found that I am a “stacker.” No kidding. (insert eye roll here) My other issue is that I tend to collect paper stuff, like carry out menus and business cards. I can’t tell you how many “frequent buyer cards” I have that are partially filled–many from the same establishment, although I think none of them are valid any longer. So it should be simple to clean this, right? Right.

Not  very welcoming guest room, if you ask me.

Not a very welcoming guest room, if you ask me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The guest room is another problem area. When you have no basement, and no attic, where do you put the out of season stuff like winter coats and extra blankets? I do give oodles of clothes and bed linens away, but I must tell you that sometimes I wish I hadn’t given certain things away so quickly. You know, old worn out sheets make pretty decent drop cloths for painting. And on my recent trek to Chicago to help my folks out, I had to borrow a warm coat from my mother. Not complaining; just saying, is all. So when faced with the guest room…well, what the heck do I do with this stuff? Where do I put the portable air conditioner? The garage, right? Sorry, the garage is where we keep Christmas decorations, 3 litter boxes, large packages from Costco, my huge pots for dyeing yarn, and the rest of all that stupid garage stuff.

I do not want my life filled with crap stuff. But I want to be able to keep some of it. Or at least not be forced to give it all up because I can’t fit it. What about family history? That’s what basements and attics are for, and because most of the houses here have no basements and only tiny attics (we have neither), people have to park in the streets–their garages are full up of their family’s legacy.

But I digress, as usual.

The guest room is currently the home for old bed linens (World Market just had an amazing sale, and I needed to pout our 10 year old bedspread out to pasture) while I slowly detach myself from them. The thing is, what if I donate it and a few weeks later decide that the new bedspread isn’t working? Then what? Do I Goodwill hop in search of my old stuff? That doesn’t work anyway–

Words escape me...

Words escape me…

I think they scatter our donations far and wide. I accidentally donated 3 small plates to Goodwill during our epic renovation, and try as I might, I never found them. I hope they like their new home.

So that room needs a big ole cleaning.

I am skipping over the teenager’s room. Besides the fact I don’t want to invade her “privacy” or embarrass her, I decided that my numero uno New Year’s resolution was that I will not waste one more day of my already rapidly being spent life cleaning her room. So I will hold my nose and close that door.

But the room at the end of the hall, well that’s another story. If you have any sort of artistic pursuits, you understand “the office.” Actually, nowadays it’s more like “the cat bathroom.” Been trying for years to think of it as “the studio.” No such luck. Between the litter dust on nearly everything that’s exposed, all the chaos of stuff stacked everywhere, and having to share the room with other people, it’s my least favorite room in the house. If we had a basement, so much of this stuff would be there, all organized nicely on shelves. Shelves with doors. Ah yes, cabinets, even. I’d put in all the junk shoved in here: my sewing machine, my metal smithing and Precious Metal Clay (PMC) supplies, old paperwork, and old drawings.

Ah well, goin’ in. I just need a shovel, a bunch of garbage bags, and one of those psychologists from “Hoarders.” Wish me luck. LOL 😉

Do you have one of those rooms?

Ah, the wisdom of the sign makers at JoAnns Fabrics... ironically, they are trying to sell you more crap to cram into your life.

Ah, the wisdom of the sign makers at JoAnns Fabrics…
ironically, they are trying to sell you more crap to cram into your life.

 

 

 
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