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Share Your World 12/28/19

What was the single best thing that happened in your life this past year?

I woke up three hundred and sixty five mornings in a row.

 The most challenging?

Getting out of bed three hundred and sixty five mornings in a row.

One thing you learned in 2019?

It is not a good idea to travel by car on the trans Canada highway in late October in a raging blizzard and freezing rain.  Well I knew that already, but a scary hour or so of getting caught in bad weather reinforced this for us.  We were heading west and the storm was heading east, so it all worked out in the end, after I helped W pry his clenched fists off the steering wheel.

Given all your experiences, insights, and lessons learned in 2019, what’s the best advice you could give yourself for 2020?

Stop spending so much time on Twitter, for the love of God.  It is making you crazy.

What’s the best meal/food you ate in 2019?

Anything I did not cook myself.  Except maybe for that one beef roast.  Neither of us could recall the last time I cooked one of those, so it was a rare and delicious treat.  Sorry, vegetarians.  Truly we don’t make a habit of it.

That Tim Horton’s iced cappuccino I treated myself to on the way home from Ontario was memorable.  I’m not supposed to consume that much sugar, probably in an entire day, never mind 10 minutes, or however long it took me to drain the cup.  It was worth every blissful slurp from the straw.  I wanted to lick the ice cubes.

What are three activities you plan to use in the coming year to relieve stress?

Blogging, crocheting, reading, Netflixing.  You may notice that each of these ‘activities’ involves sitting down.

Gratitude Question:

What brought you the most joy and are you going to do more of that?

Well joy is a little overrated.  I can settle quite happily for contentment.  We are SO lucky to have our kids and their families close by.  I treasure the time we spend together.

Lastly – Any resolutions you’d care to share?

Nope. I gave up on those.  There is no point in setting lofty goals for yourself and failing miserably. If there are positive changes, great! If not, oh well.

Here’s to 2020 and positive change everywhere in everyone’s world.

Yes I Did Make a Lemon Pig

I saw Lemon Pig( #LemonPig )trending on Twitter.  People claim it’s supposed to bring you good luck in the new year.

So I had this old lemon in the fridge, and toothpicks and a quarter.  Just all sort of fell into place.  Although the tinfoil tail was a challenge.

I guess now we wait.

Trying to decide if this is the most excitement I’ve had on New Years Eve in my life.

Two out of three monkeys are not impressed.

Looking Back and Going Forward

Sometimes I talk like I’m ancient and on deaths door. When I’m gone, before I die, life is short, time to downsize so my kids aren’t left with this colossal mess….stuff like that.  Pretty sure it’s annoying, and not a particularly healthy state of mind to be in for long stretches of time.  Especially considering I’m seventy, not a hundred and ten.

It no doubt comes from a lifetime of worrying about every possible disastrous outcome to even ordinary situations and scenarios.  Unusual ones just raise my anxiety level further.   I like to be ridiculously prepared for everything.  Not a fan of surprises, even if they’re pleasant.  I truly try to live in the moment, breathe deeply, let things go, calm my mind, count my blessings, be grateful for everything I have.  Most of the time I’m really good at that.

But I’m always working on limiting those doom and gloom moments.  One of the biggest reasons for neglecting my writing so much in the last three years or so – people died.  Every time I felt like sitting down to say some profound thing or other, someone much too young to leave this world did just that.  And I was struck dumb and numb, contemplating my own mortality and how fragile we all are, no matter where we are in our lives.  My wonderful father-in-law died in October.  He was 97.  We had a lovely visit with him a couple of weeks prior, and to me it felt like he was just kind of done with it all. Not sad or unhappy, just tired.  So his passing wasn’t unexpected.  Sad of course and he is missed, but I think he had a good life all in all.  It’s the untimely ones that leave me stunned.  They’re the tragedies.  And OMG you just never know!

See how easy that is?  We could all die tomorrow!

Also I have a lot of time on my hands to read the news.  I don’t recommend it actually.  A huge percentage of it is bad and less than truthful.  Misleading and hateful rhetoric is all the rage.  It’s hard not to get sucked in by it all.  But I’m not a fighter.  Passive aggressive for sure, but not a screamer fixing to bash your brains in.  Love and kindness always win in the end, don’t they?  We’re all doomed to hell if they don’t.

And that’s my pep talk for today!  Hope you found it enlightening.  Not totally surprised if you didn’t.  Be kind either way.

Sharing My World 85

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Share Your World 12/23/19

I’m way out of the loop on this world sharing thing, but I’ve missed it a lot.  So here goes my Christmas sharing, a week after we’re all sick to death of the holiday and just want the house to magically return to normal.

Have you ever had to work on Christmas Day?

Every woman I know works her butt off before, during and after the day of, and likely the month before that. We work so hard we lose our sense of proper grammar, among other things.  So yes, I have had to work on Christmas Day, but never out of my home at a paying job that I can remember.  That would be like taking the day off I think.

If someone gifts you something that you immediately loathe, do you pretend to really like it anyway or are you brutally honest about your opinion?

Trying to imagine immediately loathing something.  A snake perhaps?  That would be a loathsome thing to receive.  And might prompt me to be brutally honest for once in my life.  Mostly I’m so touched by the gesture I don’t even care what it is.  If it’s really out to lunch I would rather not pretend it isn’t, but just profusely thank the gift giver for thinking of me.  And maybe silently ponder what the heck goes on in their heads.  Smiling the whole time of course.  Because gifts.  Everybody loves gifts.

This year we were spoiled beyond belief with a new iPad for me and a laptop for W.  We were eventually going to get around to making those purchases ourselves, but we just bought a new fridge, and we need our dishwasher replaced, and you know, priorities.  It was the best surprise EVER and I’m still over the moon.  That should be good for the next 20 years worth of gifts from our kids.   I’m serious.  Spoiled rotten.  It feels really good.

Which popular drink, found during the Christmas season most often, is called “milk punch?”

Oh, gah, must be egg nog.  Now there’s something disgustingly loathe-worthy.  I don’t care what you do to it, it’s still raw eggs.  I get a little gaggy just thinking about it.

How many ghosts show up during “A Christmas Carol?” 

Who started making these questions so hard?  Was it three?  Present, past and future?  Was there another one in there that I’ve missed?  Do I fail this one?  When in doubt, just answer a question with five more questions.  And then change the subject.

Are you all about the holly and jolly or more about remembering the alleged ‘true’ meaning of Christmas?    

Our Christmases have evolved over the years, that’s for sure.  I grew up going to church and singing all the carols and playing parts in the nativity scene.  I was a shepherd once, that was the worst costume ever.  But there was also always Santa and presents and decorations and food.  The Christian part of the holiday has been relegated to the background, but really, isn’t it all about caring and sharing, love and goodwill and kindness and fun?   I think we do that around here pretty well.

Please share a memory or thought about the holiday season if you’d like, whatever kind of celebration you may observe. 

That stuff I said in the beginning about Christmas being so much work?  It’s not that bad really.  I’m just old and cranky when I get tired.  Every year I get so much help I really have no reason to complain. You can make it as simple or as crazy as you want.  I sent out hardly any cards this time around, and bought NO wrapping paper at all. I find people are very unlikely to open up an envelope containing cash and immediately loathe it. There are five teenagers now and grandma and grandpa are not going to risk buying anything for them that they have to pretend to like.  Because that would definitely happen.

I’m quite enjoying our more adult Christmases.  Less fighting and crying and running around yelling is always nice.  I was going to say I miss having little ones for the holidays but I think I just talked myself right out of that one.  Whew.

Now I cant wait to take the tree down.  I’m done.  Over and out.  Love to all.

 

So Where the Hell Have You Been?

There, now you don’t have to ask me that question. I appear to have stopped blogging for over a year (because unfinished unpublished posts in the drafts section don’t count) and boy do I ever have a years worth of excuses!  Want to hear them all?  No, I didn’t think so.

I’ve been right here this whole time, taking a long break from listening to myself, making actual real useful stuff with my hands instead of my head, and resting my brain.

I have made hats and mats and blankets and slippers and shawls.  Dolls and bears and zebras and giraffes.  I’ve made so much stuff it’s getting harder all the time to find anyone willing to take my latest greatest project home with them.  But I’m not finished and will keep going for as long as I’m able and for as long as Michaels has yarn sales.  I had forgotten how much I love to crochet, just like I’ve forgotten for a bit how much I love to write.

The memories that pop up on Facebook for me are getting downright scary.  Nine years ago my two oldest grandkids were nine years old.  Now they’re eighteen;  and the fifteen, fourteen and thirteen year olds are right behind them, with a grandma getting progressively more ancient by the minute.

Time for me to tell more stories while I can still remember things.  Maybe these beautiful young people I’m so happy to have in my life will one day have questions I’m not around to answer.  I mean seriously, look how fast one year, never mind nine years, whizzes right on by.  Maybe I have another nine in me, but you never know.

My grandma started saying “Well, this could be my last Christmas!” when she was in her seventies, and kept it up for almost 30 years.  I’d like to be that lucky.  Plus, the older I get, the greater the possibility of uttering totally bizarre shit that will make my descendants laugh and roll their eyes and wonder if that’s how they’re going to end up.  I like that feeling of power.