So here’s the thing. I’m having a little fit of pique these days and it’s frustrating me to no end. I can’t seem to motivate myself to do anything more than the bare basics of survival. You know, eating, some sleeping (not enough, of course), keeping my abode clear of dust bunnies, and earning a living. My writing has come to a standstill, and that’s even counting e-mails to people, commenting on blogs I might have time to read, and responding to comments on my blog, much less blogging or writing for pure pleasure. It’s a disgrace and I feel like Dobby, wanting to beat myself about the head and neck for not living up to my potential.
Dobby is not living up to his potential. Dobby must punish himself!
What can lift me up? I know ~ this weekend I’ll be at the Cannon Falls Wine and Art Festival showing my wares. I’m really looking forward to it, and I have a lot of candles, drink charms and magnets to show the world. And don’t even doubt the whole world will be there. It’s a great show with a ton of artists and a whole bunch of local wineries offering samples of their delicious wines. I even got a haircut for the event!
Hannah’s Bend Park during the Cannon Falls Wine and Art Festival. So much fun!
I’m looking forward to hobnobbing with customers and fellow vendors, eating some good food and listening to music. I’ll go into the weekend with a spectacular attitude that will ground me into my crafty business. When that happens everything else seems to fall into place. Who wouldn’t be energized by a weekend in a beautiful park by the river, meandering along a path of lovely artwork and delightful wines? Plus, I know spending some time close up with my products and the people who enjoy them (and will hopefully buy them) will give me a boost of energy to push me out of my funk. I’ll have more energy than I’ve had in a while and will be free once again ~ I’ll feel like Dobby, getting his sock to freedom.
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Time has been a weird thing this past week. Sleep patterns and free time are disheveled, interrupted with a mental to-do list. Productive time is unfocused and laborious. The bright spot is the fact that I haven’t had to think about the day job. Mom went into the hospital last Tuesday and everything has been centered around her and her care. I don’t mean for that to sound like an imposition, because it’s a priority I’m glad to work around. But time…time is so turned around.
It’s during events like this that I realize I’m much more routine-oriented than I think. The interesting thing about that is when I compare my life with others mine seems to be so much more free-floating. But even with so much flexibility I have I still have my routines; I hope I’ll be able to get back into them this week so time once again is measured by hours and minutes rather than by darkness and light. I want to be able to tell someone what day of the week it is, and more heroically the precise date on the calendar.
Mom is doing well and I’ll be back to work this week. She’ll still be a priority as I’ll be available to help with anything she and Dad need and will be spending some time with them when I normally wouldn’t if she hadn’t had surgery. But time will become more clear. I’ll get back to my sleeping routine, my work routine and my home keeping routine. That thought is somewhat comforting.
On the other hand, a timeless life might be a good thing if I got used to it. To eat when I’m hungry rather than at specific times of the day. To sleep when I’m tired and to wake without an alarm telling me I have to. I could cook and clean into the night if I wanted to. I could work on my crafty business with no constraints. Perhaps my life will be more like that after I retire from the day job.
But still, some routine is good. It’s grounding and provides some discipline to do the things that must be done.
At this point I can’t really say if I’d prefer a timeless life or a routine-oriented life. Maybe something in between. Don’t make me decide right now. Right now I’m just living in the moment, even though I’m not really sure what time of day or night that moment is.
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We had a long, hard winter, and for that reason alone it’s hard to get into the heat these days. I’m not complaining by any means; the warmth feels good after so many months of cold, damp weather. But when there’s a task to be done, a task that requires a lot of exertion, you’re gonna break a sweat these days no matter how scantily clad you are.
I just had such an experience. Sweat was pouring out of my little red face while I put forth the effort it took to complete the task. When I was done I wiped my brow and sat still for a while. It seemed the longer I sat the hotter I got! I’m not sure what that phenomenon is but I can attest to the fact that it’s valid.
As I sat, sweating more and more with each minute of trying to cool down a song came into my head. As it played through my mind I began to feel better, not only cooler but more relaxed. The song is Cool and Green and Shady and it’s sung by John Denver.
John Denver?! you say. Yes. Don’t judge my John Denver loving nerdiness. This song wasn’t a top forty hit but I’d say it’s one of my favorites. I especially love the clarinet solo.
If you’re feeling especially warm or just want to calm down and catch your breath listen to this song. I guarantee you’ll drift away…
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It must have been moonglow, way up in the blue
It must have been moonglow, that led me straight to you
~ Neil Moret & Richard Whiting
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I took advantage of my time today, not just getting stuff done but getting certain stuff done.
When I got off work today at 10:00 a.m. I dove into the laundry. The bed linens, to be specific. Why? Because the sun was shining, there was a slight breeze blowing, and that is the prime time to hang laundry out on the line.
I don’t know a lot of people who hang clothes on the line anymore. Sure, it might be quicker to dry them in the dryer, but guess what? They’ll never smell as good as they do when they’re hung on the line. Also there are certain neighborhoods that don’t even allow clotheslines because it might make for a dastardly appearance. To those neighborhoods I say, fie on you! I’d never live in a neighborhood that judged me for saving money, and more importantly the environment, by hanging laundry on the line.
There wasn’t a lot of time to work with. By 5:00 the rain clouds moved in and we’re due for some rain this weekend. So my quick work of washing the bed linens paid off because I could hang them and dry them on the line before the rain came.
Sunshine and a spring breeze will make me sleep well tonight.
The neighbor was mowing the lawn while my linens dried on the line. Perfect! Another wonderful aroma penetrating into the fibers.
I can hardly wait to crawl into bed tonight with my fresh bed linens. The mattress pad is nice and fluffy and the sheet and pillow cases smell like spring, and make the whole bedroom smell fresh and clean.
Fabric softener has nothing on springtime sunshine!
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Better than Serena and Venus.
Have I told you? Tennis Tuesday is back in action. Charlotte and I are on the courts and batting that tennis ball around better than ever. Last year we found some courts that are seldom used by others and out of the public eye, for the most part. That isn’t to say our talents aren’t worth seeing. In fact, if tennis scouts were cruising around the Twin Cities of Minnesota and spotted us they’d for sure sign us on as the newest talents to hit the circuit.
Except we’re old. We wouldn’t technically be considered the “newest” talents in tennis – better yet the “undiscovered” talents. We’re so good we make Serena and Venus Williams look like beginners. For we are experienced and we have determination. And one of us even has a new joint, which make our playing more challenging than ever!
A couple of weeks ago some young men came to play in the court next to us. They had the power and placement of youth. But during one of our water breaks Charlotte said something to me that made all the difference in the world. She pointed out that we’re in a minority of women our age who don’t dye our hair. We’re out there volleying like no one’s business with our grey hair shining in the summer sun. She said to me, as we rehydrated and watched those young men playing, “our grey hair (aka our age) give us license to suck.”
It’s nice to have a license to suck, even though I don’t really believe we do. We’re out there , sucking or not. Tennis is a sport for all ages and Charlotte and I are getting our fill of endorphins wherever we can. Because we’re deserving of any neuropeptides we can get our hands on.
What are you doing to get your endorphins these days?
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