And I am tired. Had a great day with my friend and got some important chores done (flea stuff for dogs at the vet, oil change for car, fixed the tail ligh/blinker problem). It was a cool and overcast day and later the wind came up, making it downright cold.
I think I have decided to cut my hair off again. I am tired of it, and feeling like I look like a ridiculous old woman. I am going to cut it short and spiky and dye it. Or have the remaining color taken out so that it’s all white. Hmmm…decisions, decisions…this is a thing I go through all the time. We’ll see. I get paid tomorrow…I might just do it!
We had a lovely breakfast for supper tonight…red potatoes cooked with onion, garlic, red-yellow-green bell peppers. Eggs perfectly over easy. Yummy whole grain toast from the honey~oatmeal~flaxseed bread I made yesterday. It hit the spot.
I have been writing a good part of the evening and have to get up early tomorrow again, so I am more than ready to go to bed. I was up this morning at 5 AM.
We watched Blazing Saddles tonight with our dinner. Mel Brooks is a comic genius. Period.
Okay–eyes are at half mast. Must….go…..sleep….lol
Namaste.
Ahhhh….is this heaven then? Sitting alone in my house in the quiet, eating buttery fresh-from-the-oven cinnamon biscuits and sipping a cup of bold exotic Sumatran coffee? Not even a whiff of music playing, save the sounds from outside…the birds twittering their Sunday psalms, the occasional car going by, a dog barking in the distance. Just the muted hum of the computer and the cockatiel chattering away at the cat laying atop his cage.
It’s Sunday morning, and this is my cathedral.
Yesterday was a day full of a delightful 7 year old, and playing in the leaves and doing little bits of odds and ends around the house. Husband was off hiking most of the day, and the weather was incredible. Again today it’s supposed to be 78 on this November roller coaster. Crazy. Here in the midwest, we gratefully snap up the crumbs of days like this at this time of year because we understand that any minute we are going to get the shit kicked out of us by winter. Last night we stopped at a neighbor up the road from us who had dropped by earlier saying that he decided to have a bonfire and some food and drinks if we wanted to come by. “Couldn’t let this weather pass me by”, he said. We did stop a bit, but didn’t stay more than an hour. I hurt my back yesterday somehow, and they were drinking too much for it to be fun for too long. For me. lol They were having a ball. On our way back from taking the 7 year old home, we had seen lots of folks out gathered on their patios, in lawn chairs, around bbq’s for the last hurrah.
I cleaned up the back pantry yesterday, and made room on the shelves for my appliances that have nowhere to go. In general, they wind up on the bed in the guest room, conveniently situated for the next time I need them. Or cluttering up my kitchen counters. I’m talking about appliances like the bread maker, the electric skillet, the tabletop rotisserie oven..things like that. My stand mixer. You know. My thinking was that since I didn’t do much canning at all this year, I may as well move things around and use that space. Somewhere in transporting things I seem to have wrenched my back and by last night I could barely hobble around. I even took half a muscle relaxer for the spasms, but this morning it’s no better. So I sent hubby off to the meeting and settled in to pamper myself…with things like buttery cinnamon biscuits and lovely coffee. lol I am nothing in sobriety if not self nurturing. The buttery things may not have an effect of my back, but my brains feel better already. Cinnamon for some reason always imparts a sense of well being to me…even just the smell of it.
I have some crocheting to practice. Some Nano to write. Some coffee to drink. Later this afternoon, we are going to watch Donnie Darko, Director’s Cut that I ordered from Netflix. A friend is gifting us with a very nice 27 (29??) inch Panasonic television that Pat is picking up after the meeting. It will be much better than the tiny 19 inch we have now.
I’m off to spend a day of rest….feet up, aspirin in hand, heating pad at the ready.
Namaste.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Flash Friday 55, Jazz, Night blooming Jasmine
************Friday Flash 55*****************
Okay, G-Man…here it goes…
The jazz played softly in the background as she sipped her favorite tea. It was hot and burned her lips, but she didn’t notice.
As her mind wandered aimlessly through the hallways of her past, she was reminded of the smell of night blooming jasmine, growing ’round a doorway.
A tear rolled down her cheek.
It’s another beautiful blue skied autumn day. I got up late, as I was pounding the keys still around 2 AM and didn’t get to bed until late. I was out for a while last night and after getting back home fooled around a while on the old ‘puter and then got to some writing. I feel like I need time to myself in the throes of darkness to write sometimes. Makes it tough when I get sleepy from a full day of stuff. lol Such is the life of a budding artiste! lmao…
I am still undecided about what I am doing tomorrow night. I really want to attend the potluck and speaker, who is one of my 3 year old sponslings…and I am supposed to lead the final Deep Ecology class at the same time. I hate this! I am still cooking the turkey for the potluck and have to make a vegetarian dish for the other, which is a potluck as well. Sigh…I am not really undecided, I guess…I do have a firm commitment to this class and we have speaker meetings every month. There won’t be another class til spring, and I may or may not take it. Depends on the topic, I guess.
I have the turkey out thawing and will roast it tomorrow morning. I had a suddenly free day today when one of the women I meet with on Wednesdays had a chemistry lab that she had to attend. Fine with me…I didn’t have to get up at 5 and take himself to work on 3 hours of sleep. lol That’s a blessing right there! I am still in my flannel pjs and am finishing my second cuppa joe. Once I get dressed I’m heading out front to pretty things up out there. I have some pumpkins and stuff to arrange on the table and will make it all nice and pretty. Sweep the leaves off the porch (which will last about 15 minutes) and shoo away the gazillion ladybugs (which will last…uh…NOT AT ALL!!!!) I’ll be glad when they’ve finished their ritual terrorizing of my home…
Need to call my sister today and check up on her and the wayward niece who, of course, never returned my calls. I didn’t expect her to. It can’t be easy, being face to face with your wreck of a life at 23 years old. I wish I could just bottle up some recovery and send it on over…pity it doesn’t work like that…
I somehow managed to almost double my Nano word count last night. Full steam ahead!! I’m sure that will change soon. lol
Reading to do, chapter called Ritual Is Essential. I believe that. Procrastination seems to be the same for me….
Read a great quote on someone else’s blog and can’t remember who…EO, maybe?? It said “May all beings be free from the tyranny of MY expectations.” Food for thought…
Blessed day to you all. I have a full, casual day ahead. Tonight one of my other sponslings will be speaking at 8 o’clock. Can’t wait to hear her version of the truth! lol (I know you MIGHT be reading this!!!!) lol Looking forward to another hour and a half of fellowship and recovery.
Namaste.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Chicken and Rice soup, ladybugs, NaNoWriMo
Hmmm…I could have sworn that I posted here yesterday. Feeling a might Twilight Zone-ish. There is no evidence however that I ever traversed these pages. So it goes.
Had a chat with a friend yesterday and we were talking about memory loss. Or trying to., lol. Menopause brings it’s own dish of memory problems, but honestly, I believe that we just start getting tired of having to remember every freaking little thing. It’s almost as if the brain starts filtering out all the non-essential facts, just to give us a rest. I know that I have a limited amount of random access memory here, and I really do try to do the best with what I’ve got. Sometimes I just plain forget things, and sometimes I misunderstand what’s been said to me (for one reason or another). At any rate, since I have commenced to living my life so that my happiness is not contingent on what anyone else does or does not do, it doesn’t matter if I thought someone was coming and they don’t show. I rarely forget if I’m supposed to be somewhere, but I forget if people are coming here, or not coming here. And it’s okay…I spent a good part of yesterday getting the house cleaned and with such ambition!! (Because I was expecting someone at 11…someone who had [apparently] already told me they weren’t coming). Sigh…I just felt alternately silly and pleased…since I got a lot done. This morning someone else is coming at 11, and the house is clean and I’m sitting here on my butt. lol
I am doing NaNoWriMo again this year. I am already behind in the word count, but not by much. Last year my computer crashed right around this time. This year, I am keeping my writing on a jump drive as well. I didn’t lose the stuff from last year, I just couldn’t get at it. SO, wish me well, pray for me to have the discipline to do this, and I am off and running. I got a love letter from the Nanowrimo people this morning, and they told me that everything was going to be alright if I could just get through week 2. lol The tentative name of the novel is Webster’s Last Stand. We’ll see how long that lasts, lol.
Cooler here this morning. Yesterday was a stunning day of almost 70 degrees and another explosion of those damned ladybugs nearly took over the house. I spent way too much time hoovering the little bastards off the walls and windows. It is a beautifully clear and sunny 47 degrees though…I am going out to sweep the front porch and clean up the rocking chairs area so that I can bring out some pumpkins and stuff to dress it up for fall. Last night I went to a sponsees house for some f2f time and his darling mother gave me a beautiful wreath she made for me. It’s all dahlias and mums of a dark crimson color, with cattails and greenery. I just hung it on the wall.
I am blessed. Friday night and Saturday I am going to babysit for one of my sponslings who has to work a weird split shift at the restraunt and her 8 year old is coming to spend the time with me. She also has a 16 year old who has dropped out of school, but he has to work that whole day on Saturday. It will be fun…I don’t get little girls to play with often enough. lol She’s a sweetheart, and it will be fun. I hope. lol
Alrighty then…off into the day. Gonna make some quickie chicken and rice soup and a salad for lunch, with apples and walnuts in the salad. Hopefully there’ll be enough left over for supper too.
Namaste.
Another month. Echoes of Novembers past swirl through my mind as I contemplate the upcoming festivities…Thanksgivings and family and fun and not so much fun. Being so far away from my family for so many years gave me a renewed sense of gratitude when I did finally come back here and start interacting with them. 15 of those years, I did have my AA family around me, and that was a blessing I will never forget. I have them here too, but I have my family of origin around me now…brothers and sisters and nieces and nephews and grandchildren. It has been a good almost 5 years now that I have been back here in my hometown. Every now and then I get annoyed or worried or hurt by things that go on in the family dynamic, and I gotta say–it’s wonderful. LOL If you have never been estranged from your family, you won’t understand what I’m talking about.
Had lunch with a few friends today and visited anothers beautiful home. Then we came home… hubby not feeling too well today. Trying to fight off the flu bug I think. I played outside with the dogs for awhile and have been on a quest for my lost glue gun. I may need to just buy a new one, as that bad boy has just disappeared. Don’t think they’re very expensive… At supper, we watched the newest Netflix arrival Good Night and Good Luck …George Clooney and crew did a magnificent job on a subject dear to my heart. Really liked it. Before that we watched No Country for Old Men which was also marvelous. I’m loving Netflix.
It was a 60 degree day here today with beautiful bright blue skies. As gorgeous a day as anyone could ask for. It’s down to 46 now…the nights have been getting cooler and all the cats have been coming in every night. Babydog, on the other hand, is staying out as late as she can get away with.
Husbandman is in the other room watching O Brother, Where Art Thou? I am loving the music in this film and keep laughing out loud at what I am hearing…
Feeling content and lazy and homebody-ish today…
Namaste.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Familiars, ghosts and goblins, Halloween
It’s the end of October. Tomorrow is the beginning of the holiday months and the season of frantic madness as people shop their butts off, cook like maniacs, and become more depressed and more happy than any other time of year. But today…the 31st of October, is Halloween. A holiday of Celtic origin, when spirits walk among us. Followed by All Saints Day. Followed November 2nd by Dia Del Morte, Day of the Dead. I shall be on the lookout…
(My most special Halloween Familiar….)
The sun is shining brilliantly this morning, which is a blessing after so many days of rain. Hopefully the ground will dry up enough to let the farmers get the corn and soybeans in from the fields. It’s 45 degrees at 9 AM…not exactly warm, but still…the sun makes up for a lot. The skies here on the Prairie are bright blue and cloudless and the sun…oh my! the sun….
Dogs and cats are out and about and here and there. We spent last evening with friends in the city, where they have the Trick or Treat night the night before Halloween, from 6-9. There were hundreds of the little beggars out..everything from Hannah Montana to Zombies to Princesses to Dead Cowboys. My friends went through over 60 dollars worth of candy. We had chili and hot dogs and drank decaffeinated coffee and she is teaching me to crochet. While the husbandmen watched a movie, she and I retreated to the computer room where she showed me her Netbook and his new computer and all the toys. We talked of grandchildren and recovery and all things that friends talk about. We didn’t leave until after 11 PM…way late for us to be out, as it’s still a 30 minute ride home.
This morning I got a call from my sister…who is very worried about her daughter. My niece is 23 and has a drinking problem…she wants me to do something…I wish I could. I will give the girl a while to sleep it off and then I will call and see if she really wants help or not. Told her mother (in her drunkenness) that she drinks every day before going to work. She hates her life. She has no friends…yada,yada,yada. I told my sister it’s just the drunkard’s lament..lol I will do what I can, because I love my sister and she is very afraid that her daughter is turning into our mother. Maybe this girl will turn her life around , but at this young age, I’m not real optimistic. However, I will do what I can. Miracles do happen, and lives do get saved, and you just never know. My husbandman got sober at 20 years old. It does happen from time to time….
Tonight we “fall” back and reset the clocks for Daylight Savings Time in most of this country. This means it will be pitch dark at suppertime and I will start going to bed at a decent hour. Maybe. lol At any rate, things will slow down after a hectic summer and I am glad for the upcoming winter. (Did I really say that??) lol Not so much for the snow and ice and bone crushing cold…but certainly for the slower pace of life. For cozier evenings with my family. For more soups and stews. For sweaters and big wool socks. For holidays and family and all things bright and beautiful….
Namaste.
