Confessions of a Sunday morning slug


Another Sunday morning has arrived, and it seems like I was just here. The weeks have gone by so quickly, and I am finding myself trying to put on the breaks and make this lovely Sunday morning last a little while longer.

Enter cup of coffee #3. That’s right…I’m being a slug.  I do have quite a few things I need to do today, as they didn’t get done at any other time this week, but I just don’t feel like doing anything.

I’ve reached a sort of breaking point where I get stubborn about things that need to be done, which I don’t want to do.  Usually, I can get the lead out and get things going, but I’ve been so busy that I haven’t had time to breathe. The old bod is giving me the high sign that enough is enough, and I should just lay low.  I know I won’t for long, but it sure is tempting to just crawl into bed and close my eyes.

I think our culture has developed a bad habit of not having a season of rest. It’s probably not the same for all people and the jobs they have, but my job knows no quiet time. It’s busy all year round, and there is only busy and busier. Right now it’s the busiest I’ve known in a long time, at my happy little Cube Farm. I am lucky that it’s not been so busy at the Red Big Box store…I was gifted with getting a surprise day off yesterday as they are cutting hours.

Given that, you’d think that I would have had a chance to rest up and get some stuff done. Not so. There’s SO much going on that I just haven’t had as many nooks and crannies available to cram in things the way I normally would. Add on top of that the fact that September and October are always furiously busy times of the year anyway, plus trying to prepare for a trial this coming Friday, and life gets really interesting.

Yesterday morning I attended a deposition, which was an interesting experience. While I was not questioned, I got the opportunity to witness how my ex-husband’s lawyer operates, and I got to watch my lawyer in action. Even though I am in the middle of the situation, I have to say that this is an interesting process. Sometimes I try to stand outside myself a little just to really try to observe the process objectively…and mostly fail to be objective. Still, as much as this has been a terribly painful ordeal, I am morbidly fascinated by it. My attorney says I should go to law school. I think I’ll leave that to her and just keep my perch high up on the observer’s tree.

Speaking of perches, I saw three crows perched together the other day, which I took for a good omen. Yes, I do believe in omens, just like I believe in gut feelings. And, I like crows. Many people take them for being bad luck, but I like to have them around.

Last night I got to spend time with my Flirt, his sister and her husband. We went on a double date to the local casino and met their cousin. She was delightful. I played the penny slots, and we played several games of darts and pool.  We had a lovely time, and when we came home, I got to curl up with my sweetie and go to sleep. There’s nothing quite like the feeling you have when you go to sleep with your sweetheart’s arm wrapped around you. I slept well for the first time in two weeks.

Given that I watched my ex-husband’s deposed witness inadvertently poke holes in his case,  have had a good night’s sleep, and have consumed three cups of coffee, I have no good excuse not to get up and get something done. Time for a shower, some laundry, housework, and then go out to get my unruly hair cut. It promises to be a good day.

Sometimes just taking a few moments to think about the little blessings I come across makes all the difference. Having got those down on digital paper this morning, I feel better prepared to kick it down and get my day started. I keep telling myself I am only limited by what I am willing to imagine I can do, and today is no exception. In short, the sky is my limit, and there are no low hanging clouds today. Best get on with it!

Here’s hoping your sky is wide open with potential and possibility, and that your imagination runs wild with it. Brightest Autumn blessings to you all…

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Bummers are always tempered by blessings…


…that is, if you dig hard enough.

I have had the week off, and had many plans for home improvement and catching up on housework. Generally, I get more done while I am home alone than I do with the boys here. This week, I have been sick for the third week in a row with this blasted head cold that’s been going around. The good news here is that I have had a LOT of sleep, and while I’ve not been productive AT ALL, I will probably heal up all the faster for having  just laid around like a slug. I can tell you that being a slug has helped me catch up with my blogs in the last few days, so there’s a blessing.

As my faithful readers have witnessed, my new kitty, Harley, can be a little bit of a challenge sometimes. This morning, however, he was all about snuggling. I’d forgotten how fabulous it is to hold a purring cat. I’ve really enjoyed how affectionate Harley is between playful and grumpy moods. I was just sitting here reading blogs while holding a loudly purring Harley, and smelled something horrible through the one nostril that’s functioning today. I thought for sure that one of the boys had left dirty socks lying around, but I could find nothing. I even smelled myself and I appear to be fairly clean smelling. I smelled the cat and he didn’t smell bad. I searched around the living room, but couldn’t find any source of the odor. Where the heck was it coming from? I gave up my search for the stink, picked Harley up again and went back to my blog reading.  Pretty soon, there’s the smell again. And then, I realized…Harley appears to have some issues with flatulence. That’s right. Not only is my cat perverted and naughty, but now he gets his jollies by expelling  Silent-But-Deadlies. What’s the blessing here? Apparently, nothing has crawled under my couch and died.  Even so, note to self: Don’t squeeze the cat today.

The Old Farmer’s Almanac gives predictions of what kind of weather we’re supposed to have. The prediction for Region 12-The High Plains, has been right on the money so far this year. For February 19th-28th is says: “Snowy periods, then sunny, cold.”  Sigh. Yep, that’s exactly what we’re experiencing. Today we have -25 with the windchill.  The good news here is that my friend, The Old Farmer’s Almanac, hasn’t lied to me yet. I will take that as a blessing because it tells me that March is supposed to be much milder, and I’m looking forward to that.

The last bummer I have for the day is that I have several boxes I need to go through in my basement. The blessing that tempers this bummer is that most of  that chore is done, and there are only about 10 boxes left. I’m betting that I will be able to throw, sell or give away most of what’s in those boxes, leaving me with very little I need to keep. Most of the items I will keep are things that belonged to my children as infants, and I will pass that on to them when they have their own kids…thereby leaving me with even MORE storage space. Yes!

Finally, the biggest blessing I own right now is the pot of chicken and wild rice soup that bubbling away on my stove top. Time for me to go grab a bowl and let that most delicious steam from the soup unclog my head while I eat it. I hope you all have such a blessed day!

 

 

 

 

 

My non-resolutions for 2011


I’ve been putting off posting anything for a while now because every time I sit down to write, somehow everything kind of evaporates into thin air like fog with the rising sun. I had  nice relaxing weekend, which included a 4-hour nap (that’s right – 4 HOURS!) on Saturday, and two nice long nights of sleep. I felt so much better this morning and now actually feel like my words aren’t dripping away through the crevices and cracks in my brain. What I learned this weekend is that in order to be a better blogger, I need to be a slug. I’m going to tuck that little bit of wisdom away for the next time I can’t think of a thing to write about. Nap time!

I hope all of you had a fabulous New Years, and that you got to celebrate the coming of the new year in whatever way made you happiest. I worked at the Big Box Store until 10:30, then came home and stayed up until Midnight. I was so proud of myself, because I didn’t think I was going to make it. I played games on-line, caught up on my backlog of pod-casts and chatted with the boys. At some point, I happened to see out of the corner of my eye that it was 12:10 am, so I wished the boys a Happy New Year and shooed everyone off to bed. It’s tough getting old. I remember when I couldn’t go to sleep before 1 or 2am!

For some reason, I had a hard time getting up any real enthusiasm for New Years this time around, and I wasn’t the only one. Older Son asked me the next day what all the fuss was about because one day didn’t feel any different from the next. I have to wonder if it has something to do with growing up, kind of like finding out that Santa and the Tooth Fairy really don’t exist – it kind of sucks the magic out of life a little bit each time reality becomes a little more clear to you.

I remember when I was 10, and the year was about to change over to 1980. It was amazing to me to contemplate the changing of the year, and that I would never, ever, put another date down that had anything to do with the ’70’s. There was a feeling of newness and strangeness that was so incredible to me that I remember it well all these years later.

I have been reading many blogs about people making resolutions for this new year. I’m terrible at keeping promises to myself, and therefore gave up making new years resolutions a long time ago. I do think that I am going to change the way I think a little bit, and instead of making resolutions which have more to do with things outside of myself,  I am going to turn my focus inward a little.

I think about the 10-year-old girl that I was, who marveled at things and who recognized the magic in the small things in life, and I see that I have lost her amongst the detritus of day-to-day living, kind of  like a beloved possession buried under boxes and blankets in an attic…forgotten for not having been seen for so many years. She peeks out every now and again, but I would like her back front and center. There are more days than not I would guess her council would be worth while:  don’t worry so much, play more, sleep when you’re tired, eat when you’re hungry, spend time with your friends, get out in the sunshine and watch the clouds fly by.

While one can’t necessarily behave like a 10-year-old, one certainly can take a step back and stop being busy in your head long enough to contemplate things on a simpler level and quit worrying so much about all the gray areas. After all is said and done, I think those gray areas mostly take care of themselves in the end anyway.

So, if I were a resolution-making kind of gal, my list would probably go something like this:

1. Live simpler

2. Love more

3. Smile whenever possible

4. Don’t sweat the small stuff

5. Don’t borrow trouble worrying about what might happen – spend more time enjoying the moments you have now.

Sticking to these five items is a lot harder than it looks, but it was easier for that girl that I was. It’s my mission this year to get in touch with my inner 10-year-old. In all fairness of disclosure, I was a complete pain in the ass at the age of 10, just ask my Mom. I’m going to not get in touch with that part…just the happy-go-lucky part. Stay tuned, it could be that I might need an exorcist by the end of the year   😉

I want to thank you all for coming along with me on this experiment I call a blog, and for sharing your kind words and humor. I look forward to getting to know you all better in the coming year, and I hope this new year brings you all much happiness, good health and prosperity. Just for you, here is one of my favorite Irish Blessings:

May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.