I thought that Tuesday was the last day of November… and that would be the last day on which I would need to post something here on my sweet little bloggy. But I was wrong.
Apparently, November continues on until Wednesday this year. Humph.
Okay. Quick show of hands: who can’t read the calendar?
Knowing that I have miscalculated the end of this NaBloPoMo project and that I have nothing worthy of note to say on Sunday, worries me. If it is this difficult for me to find something to talk about today, then whatever will I blather on about tomorrow? And the next two days after that?!
I guess that we’ll all find out together, won’t we?
Because right now, I haven’t a clue.
…Whose dumb idea was it to do this anyhow?
In the course of getting to know a person have you ever seen a photo of the inside of his or her home and:
- knew immediately that you two were on the same healthy wavelength & moving to the same vibe? Or,
- knew instantly that this person was not mentally balanced & that it was time to walk away from the relationship?
I’ve had both situations happen to me in the last month.
I’m not talking about judging the decorating style of a home as acceptable or unacceptable according to your own vision of beauty. That’s subjective.
I’m talking about seeing how things are put together in someone’s home and realizing that this is not how self-aware, sane people do things. That all your vague, non-specific doubts about this person have been confirmed by one glimpse within his or her home. That he or she is, indeed, just as crazy as you sensed he or she might be.
My message here? Pay attention. Trust your gut. Live happier.
If only I’d known this at a younger age, I could have avoided lots of awkwardness and craziness. But I didn’t.
Now I do.
“Man plans, God laughs.”
~ Yiddish proverb
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I don’t make New Year’s resolutions anymore. I gave up on trying to do that a long time ago. Instead, I focus on one word for the year– attempting to make my one word happen in all that I do during the year.
[I adopted this idea years ago after reading this blog post by Christine Kane.]
So, this year I chose the word SMOOTH as my one word of the year. SMOOTH. As in: calm; consistent; without harshness; having no rough edges. Lovely word. Wonderful concept.
But here’s my problem, 2011 is three-fourths over and I’m not getting anywhere with my word of the year. In fact, I think that I’m doing just about the complete opposite. Things are getting rougher, more problematic, and less consistent as this year drags on.
I thought that in 2011 I’d have the inside of the house finally put back together after our years of remodeling and painting. Hasn’t happened.
I thought that in 2011 our little backyard project [understatement of the year] would be finished in a timely fashion and that we’d be having fun out there by now. Hasn’t happened.
I thought that in 2011 I’d get back into blogging and feel more connected to the world at large again. Hasn’t happened.
Instead, I’ve experienced flux & difficult endings & weird people– lots of ’em. This would not be my definition of SMOOTH.
Fortunately, I’m good at going with the flow and adapting as needed. If I was uptight and took myself more seriously, I’d be in a heap of hurt right about now. But I’m not and I don’t.
I do have to wonder, though. If I say that for the rest of 2011 my one word is unSMOOTH, will God laugh and make my life SMOOTH? ‘Cause if that’s the trick to getting what I want this year, I will be a contrarian and do that. Just watch me.
unSMOOTH. unSMOOTH. unSMOOTH. 😉
√ Now that the rain has stopped and the sun is out, the work on the backyard continues. Noisy, messy work involving lots of rocks, stones, dirt– and mulch. Heaps and heaps of mulch. This project has dragged on for too long. “Just get it done,” she screams inside her head.
√ I’m spending about 3 hours per day in the car driving Z-D to work and back. It’s all interstate highway or downtown driving at rush hour. I’m a suburban babe, so this sort of driving is a bit stressful for me.
√ We’re social butterflies this week.
- Drinks and dinner with friends from long ago who we bumped into while walking into Lowe’s. Go figure. Decided on the spot that we needed to get together for dinner to catch up, so on Sunday night we did. It was great fun.
- Dinner with one of Z-D’s former co-workers who is in town. Always good to hear what this guy is doing. He’s smart, interesting– definitely not one of the sheeple. Hallelujah!
- Ballgame as business guests. I like suites. I like tasty food. I like free beer. This event aims to be the trifecta of good times for me.
√ Got my curly hair cut shorter yesterday. It’s more like the Keri Russell hairstyle that everyone hated years ago– which I always thought looked good on her. I’ve got lots of layers with more curl and wave going on now. Kind of kicky. Less predictable… if that is even possible!
[This is my second attempt to publish this post. How appropriate that my week should end with me unable to get one simple post to show up on my blog.]
It’s Friday and I’ve not accomplished one thing that I set out to do this week. Nary a one. There would have been a time when this would have made me very upset with myself. Surly, even.
But not any more.
“To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven” (Bible. King Jame Version. Ecclesiastes 3:1)
Good advice. I figure that as long as I’m accomplishing something positive each day– even if it’s not what I set out to do— I’m doing okay. I trust the process more now than I used to, and I don’t confuse my self-worth with the results.
Not that I don’t like results. Don’t get me wrong, I’m very fond of accomplishing things. It’s just that I’ve come to understand that I can control only so much of anything, everything– and the best that I can do is to make a go of what’s right in front of me.
“You adapt. You overcome. You improvise.” (Heartbreak Ridge. Clint Eastwood as Gunnery Sergeant Thomas Highway)
So that’s what I’ve done this week. Spent more time online than I would have liked. Spent more time researching future projects than I wanted to. Spent more time goofing around in the kitchen and in the garden. All the while not finishing that which I wanted to finish. That which I’d planned on finishing this week.
Don’t know what it all means. Don’t know that it matters. This is just where I find myself on a Friday afternoon. Nowhere near where I thought I’d be on Monday morning.
Here’s what I’ve thought about this week. Brought to you by the letter “N.”
• Me. I started reading a Nancy Drew mystery this week. I saw it on the shelf as I walked by the guest bedroom and thought “why not?” Having read it decades ago, I don’t remember the plot of the story so it’s all new to me. All I know is that I loved Nancy Drew. Unlike Laura Ingalls who I knew I could never be, Nancy Drew’s example of “do good” behavior gave me hope that I could become someone useful and cool when I grew up. Whether or not I’ve accomplished this goal, I don’t know; but at the very least she showed me that attention to detail and an independent spirit could take you far in this world.
• Us vs. Them. I’ve never, ever seen so many narcissistic people on TV in one week as I have this week. Hello, Washington! How are you weasels doing? Let’s review what narcissism is, shall we? It’s shallow, self-absorbed behavior in which your need to be important trumps everyone else’s right to exist; combine this behavior with being overly sensitive to perceived criticism, and we have an egotistical, whiny person who only focuses on himself or herself. Sound like anyone in DC? Oh, yes– I know, it sounds like everyone in the U.S. Congress. It’s time for all you
weasels children people to shut up… sit down… and do something productive.
• We. So we’re going to pay our bills. Good idea. That would be the responsible thing to do. As WE have racked them up, now WE must pay them down. I hope that there will be less bills in our future. That would be an example of reducing. And I pray that there will be more money in the coffers. That would be an example of regulating & refining. But I fear that until Americans understand that the U.S. Constitution starts with the words “WE the people” none of the common sense things that need to be done will be done. And this nonsense will continue forever.
As I sit here typing this post I’m watching our neighbor’s sprinkler system water their lawn. Putting aside the fact that it is midday and the sun is at its hottest while the sprinkler system waters their lawn, I’ve found myself in a bit of a moral dilemma. The sort of dilemma that an observant, kind-hearted person, such as myself, could only find herself in.
Here’s the deal. We don’t have an automated lawn watering system. I am our watering system– complete with hoses, oscillating sprinklers, and a decidedly lethargic approach to lawn care. I water when the spirit moves me and in a random pattern when I get around to it.
Our neighbors, on the other hand, have a perfectly positioned, professionally maintained sprinkler system that evenly and consistently waters their grass. Or at least that’s what the neighbors, who are never here at midday, think is happening.
The reality is that the men who positioned the sprinkler heads have sent the water shooting into a tree and a wall, which is causing the water to bounce back into small portions of our lawn instead of evenly watering the neighbor’s lawn.
Now the angelic [do good] part of my being is saying that I really should go over to the neighbor’s house and tell them that their sprinkler system is amiss… that their professionals have made a mistake or two when positioning the sprinkler heads.
But the devilish [lazy butt] part of my being is shouting “yes! less lawn for me to water” and resists making the effort to tell the neighbors what’s really going on with their lawn… figuring that it is up to them to monitor their own property.
So there you have it, my gentle readers. A moral dilemma. In a non-friendly suburb. Noted by me because I pay attention.
What say ‘ye? Do I tell them, or not?