Stuck At Home On A Winter’s Day: Observations, Musings & Long Sentences

February 22, 2013 / Ally Bean / 19 Comments

My world is covered in ice this morning. Trees. Bushes. Sidewalk. Driveway. Deck. Mailbox. They are all a mess. The sky is gray with no sign that the sun even exists, so there’s no sparkle going on with this layer of ice. Pity that. Shimmering light refracted from icy tree branches is beautiful to look at.

However, that’s not what we have going on here. Nope, what we have here is a gloomy, slippery mess. Ick.

This is one of those days when staying at home seems like the sane thing to do. I’m lucky that my lifestyle is flexible enough to allow me to do just that. So home for the day, it is– even though I had some other things planned.

However, plans change, don’t they? Often, in fact.

I’ve been putting off some boring cleaning projects. Closets. Cupboards. Cabinets. Not all of them, but some of them, could use a once over. So, I suppose, that today would be the day to start on these projects. The problem is that I dislike beginning things. I’m good at maintaining things after I get a something going and I’m good at concluding things when I must.

However, starting something new makes me a bit crazy and discombobulated. Always has.

That being as it may, I think that I’ve dawdled here for about as long as I can. What is a blog for if not to share your life with the world and to take stock of who you are? Granted, one hopes when one starts blogging that one’s life is so interesting and compelling that sharing it with the world becomes a moral imperative; but one learns early on that when one faces up to the dull realities of one’s life, one is left with two options. Either one must say nothing, or one can say whatever she likes using long sentences.

However, even long sentences can become tedious to write. So off I go to do something more productive. Probably.

A Mid-Winter Sunday Morning In The Park

February 10, 2013July 1, 2025 / Ally Bean / 19 Comments

“Many people don’t realize that it’s in what you think are the limitations of a certain form that you can often find your own rhythm and space.”

~ Isabelle Huppert

Sunday was one of those monotone, nondescript days that was neither lovely nor lousy. Not too cold. Not too wet. Not too bleak.

I had almost no energy. Whether it was because of the weather or because we ran around all day on Saturday, I don’t know. Doesn’t matter because I had no pep.

But I thought that we really should do something, so I talked the hubster into going to a city park that we hadn’t been to in years. I remembered that it was flat, paved and had decent parking.

At first I wasn’t going to take my camera with me thinking that without vibrant color outside there’d be nothing to take a picture of. But then I realized that taking photos on a winter day that offered neither sunshine nor snow would be a fun challenge, so the camera came with us. Just in case I saw something I wanted to photograph.

Here’s what I saw…

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Faith, Trust & Puzzle Dust

February 9, 2013March 23, 2020 / Ally Bean / 14 Comments

WHILE working on a jigsaw puzzle with her husband, she was asked whether or not she had got all the puzzle pieces with blue on them together into one pile.

She replied: Yes.

WHEN it was pointed out to her that there were about 20 more puzzle pieces with blue on them that she had not put into the pile, she thought hard about this.

Then she said: Some is like All, only Less– and Easier.

AND then, having faith that she had explained herself clearly, she walked away from the dining room table, trusting that she had done her bit for this project. Needing to put distance between herself and those 1000 dusty puzzle pieces. Wondering why she said that she’d help with this stupid puzzle to begin with.

[Images of puzzle from Jig Zone. This particular puzzle is here.]

Good Morning, Darling

January 24, 2013January 9, 2017 / Ally Bean / 19 Comments

Zen-Den needed to get up earlier than usual to go to work. He set his alarm clock, but I didn’t hear it go off. He heard it and went into the bathroom to shower and shave. While he was in the shower I woke up. I often wake up early, so it was no big deal for me to get up. I went into the bathroom where he was now shaving. The following conversation ensued.

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Him: Was it the noise from the light that woke you up?

Me: No, it was the light from the water running through the faucet that did it.

Him: Oh good. I didn’t want to bother you.

Me: Hmm… *smile*

{a minute of silence}

Him: What did you say? How did the light from the water running through the faucet wake you up?

Me: It woke me up because the noise from the light didn’t. *snicker*

Him: Oh.

{30 seconds later}

Him: What are you talking about???

Me: I’m talking about why I got up.