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Happy 4th of July to my American friends. There will be no picnics in our immediate vicinity today with wind and rain and generally nasty summer weather which had me closing all the windows last night. How gloomy and grim. And cold! July is not supposed to be this cold. It will all blow east as it always does and we’ll be sitting in the sunshine again tomorrow.
Only people who know the words to America the Beautiful will get this silly cartoon. It turned up on my calendar today and made me laugh out loud. Nope, some days it doesn’t take much at all.
Inspiration comes from mysterious sources.
Today I think I will remember to take my umbrella from the front seat of the car. The short walk in the parking lot to get to it last night was a drizzly and dripping one. Not drenching, but close enough. A windshield wipers full on drive home. A two blanket sleep with the windows closed. Mother Nature is messing with our heads. When the temperature shoots back up to the mid thirties and I’m comatose in the heat I will try to remember this damp and dewy day.
Happy Canada Day tomorrow! I’m posting this now in case you’re putting your own spin on the celebration and could use a bit of inspiration.
This is recycling at it’s finest.
It’s fake flower time again – this is a picture of another card I like that folds out to look 3D. My sister sent it to me. It has nothing really to do with anything else I’ve written here, except that now I can put this in the 365 project category and not feel guilty. Like that ever happens. Me feeling guilty about my categories. They’re way beyond random most days anyway.
Since our big schedule change at work that has me working both weekend days, having a Saturday and Sunday off was just one of those rare things that won’t be happening much anymore; so this past weekend was especially savored. My daughter went south for two days and I got to enjoy my 11 year old granddaughter and her crazy little dog livening up my empty house. We went camera shopping on Friday night (grandma, why does he keep showing me PINK ones?), everything else shopping on Saturday, including a couple of hours in Chapters, (did a lot of looking and picked up some great books) and then spent a lovely relaxing Sunday with me reading and Kenzie working on her novel. This has been in the works at her home in a notebook which she brought with her so she could type it up on my computer.
She has completed a cover page and four chapters. Printing and revising and reprinting has used up a lot of paper and a lot of ink and a LOT of brain power between her bursts of inspiration and my proof reading and spell checking. I think she will NEVER forget the difference between your and you’re after grandma having a total freak out about it. Grandmas should be good for something besides printer ink.
I really want to know how the story ends, but she’s the kind of writer who is keeping that a secret, so far even from herself, and just letting her characters live their lives in an old house where strange things happen. She is very excited to write up the back cover blurb, and already wondering who she should mention on the dedication page.
Four chapters is way too thick to staple, so the pages are hole punched and tied up with yellow ribbons. If it never gets beyond this stage, it doesn’t matter. It’s beautiful just the way it is. And she’s incredibly proud of it. And I’m incredibly proud of her.
The dog is another story. I put a blanket up on the back of the love seat because he CANNOT resist getting up there so that he can look out the window and bark hysterically at anything that moves. Then he runs down the hallway to the back bedroom if things are moving to the left, and is away to the back door if things are moving to the right. After that he must immediately come leaping back to the window having discovered for the gazillionth time that the back door is closed and the window in the bedroom is covered by a curtain and nothing that he saw outside actually ended up in either one of these two locations where he expected to find them. OMG, they must still be outside! Better jump back up on the love seat to see what’s going on out there! This continues until he drops from exhaustion. Which is never soon enough to suit me.
I think he would make an interesting addition to her story, even though what motivates him is difficult to pinpoint. Lack of exercise, maybe. We should have walked him more. Perhaps serious authors should not own crazy little dogs.
Tonight we played the game called Things, which has motivated me to write about all the things that made me happy today. Yes, I am THAT desperate for inspiration.
1. We slept late. That’s the royal we. Probably everyone else was up and being quiet.
2. The fog rolled in and then it started to rain.
3. The rain stopped and the sun came out.
4. Canada won the Men’s World Curling gold medal, because Scotland let them catch a break. It was very close.
5. We had a lovely roast beef dinner. My contribution was a broccoli dish which actually turned out to be edible.
6. I got a really great picture of my grandchildren sent via phone, an easter greeting from my daughter, a couple of texts from W, and a gazillion requests to play Words With Friends.
7. My brother told us some stories about the wild things he did when he was in his teens. I don’t understand how he got away with them. I wonder why I didn’t learn from his example. Or maybe I did.
8. I’ve been into the spiced rum. It tastes just as good here as it does anywhere else. And after the third one, even better. But I switched to Bailey’s after that and lost my powers of observation for a bit so I’m unable to comment on what happens after…how many did I say? Four? And what was I counting again?
9. I ate a piece of apple pie. It seriously would not be an Ontario holiday if there wasn’t pie.
10. I haven’t had time to comment on anyone’s posts, although I’ve been quickly reading and enjoying them when I can. The only reason this is on my list of things that made me happy is because getting back to blog surfing is one thing I’m looking forward to when I go home.
My days seem to be getting shorter at one end and longer at the other. Eventually I’ll have to get that turned back around. A good start would be not reading half the night away. Which I better get going on while I’m still conscious. The only thing here that goes bump in the night besides the dogs tail is my book falling on my face when I doze off. And if I’m reading my Kindle – ouch.
What I Wish I Had More Time For………. explaining why this title is all wrong because it ends with the word For.
I wish, I wish, I wish.
I wish I spent more time doing dick-all. Going to work and putting money in the bank and feeding and housing myself keeps me from dedicating more time to the lofty pursuit of complete inertia.
If you want the actual truth though, I believe I’ve given up on the whole idea of wishing in general and I’m just enjoying being immersed in the present moment in time living in this beautiful universe which is unfolding as it should.
Gawd, it sounds like I’ve had too much to drink. (I wish.)
I know I’ve said this many many times before, but it’s the best advice I ever got so I have this uncontrollable compulsion to pass it on. BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR.
Case in point, the guy who wished to be married to a much younger woman so the wish fairy made him 99 years old. Your wishes can backfire.
So I’m officially taking back that wish for doing nothing because with my luck I’ll end up in traction in a coma, or totally dead. As opposed to mostly dead, which might even be worse.
Not wishing for something more intelligent to pop into my head or for more inspiring prompts. Or less rain and more sunshine, or the other way around. I wish for nothing that I don’t already have, or possess the power to achieve or to obtain. Life is good. I think I’ll live it, and not wish it away.
If we look at great expectations on a number line we’ll see that all of mine hover around the zero mark. That’s really the only thing that makes them great because it’s so easy for them to drift either way. No plummeting or soaring required. That way if something fails to happen or turns out all wrong, it’s okay. Kick it off into the minus zone and carry on. And if something beautiful and joyous and wonderful comes along I can gratefully embrace it and leap up to the plus side for however long it lasts.
Anticipation can be a crippling waste of the present moment if it grows big enough. I try to keep it in perspective so that it won’t consume me.
So, in other, faster, less round about words, there is really nothing major on my personal agenda for this year. Might take a trip to Ireland. Maybe go on a river cruise in Europe. Get hit by a bus. Have a heart attack and die. There are a lot of possible scenarios out there.
Right now I’m going to start a second blog site and begin writing a story of some sort or other. The rest of you here have all inspired me. Everyone has something interesting to say, and I think if I type away for long enough perhaps my own unique something will pop up when I least expect it. Stranger things have happened I’m sure.
Seems to me to be as good a way as any to start off a brand new year. One day at a time, one word after another, moment by moment by moment.