Resolved

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From the WordPress prompt book:  Have you ever made a New Years Resolution that you kept?

Well, of course I did.  I kept them all.  Just some of them better than others and for different lengths of time.

I’ve done all the popular ones.  Get fit.  Save some money.  Lose weight.  Drink less.  Quit smoking.  Eat healthy.  Put my family first.  Be a better person.  So, you know, been there, done all that, with varying degrees of success.  Perhaps my best one was vowing to no longer drink a whole pot of coffee a day.  Then I got one of those coffee makers that dispenses a cup at a time and has no carafe.  So you can’t drink a pot if you don’t have a pot, right?  I never said I didn’t cheat.

Anyway, after all these years of making sensible resolutions, maybe it’s high time I became more daring.  I should resolve to have more fun, do something crazy, go on an adventure, wear more purple, rock the boat, break all the rules!

Yeah.  Now that I’ve scared myself sufficiently with the possibilities, maybe I’ll just calm down and keep it simple.  Keep breathing, be content with the way things are and thankful for my ordinary life.  Read more books.  Be kind.  Focus on the now, be still and listen, hold no anger, find inner peace.  Easy things like that.

With retirement looming in the very near future (this September I hope) I am also looking at ways to spend all my glorious free time.  I’ve always said I’ll take up painting again, so I resolve to do that.  I will need a studio and lots of supplies. And some ambition would be helpful.

It’s funny how we think we need a brand new year to make a brand new start when every day is a new beginning.  As far as I know, no one is ticking off points on a score sheet, measuring my progress, or waiting around to give me a grand prize for whatever I’ve done.  Most days I like me.  When I don’t, there’s always tomorrow to turn things around and be better.

Keep those resolutions non specific and vague, and you just might be astounded at your success.

I think in terms of the days resolutions, not the years.  (Henry Moore)

No matter who you are, no matter what you did, no matter where you’ve come from, you can always change, become a better version of yourself.  (Madonna)

Hello November

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November appears to be crazy blogging month around here.  Many insane people are committed to posting something every day for the next 30 days, and even crazier people are holding themselves to a loony tunes word count goal.

For awhile this morning I considered joining them, but have since come to my senses.  I’m afraid I know myself too well, and when something sounds like work to me, I avoid it like the plague.  You might notice how I just proved my point by taking all day to say anything at all.  I like to write every day, but no promises.  Or threats.  Or obligations, even if they are self-inflicted.  Or maybe especially if they’re that.

I would love it if our November here looked like the above picture, but we’re supposed to get about 20 cm of snow this weekend, so everything except the landscape will be that lovely shade of blue. Time to dig out the scarves and mittens I guess.

IMG_0220Found this picture of myself on Facebook, waiting for some kind of ambition or motivation to knock me off the couch.  So far neither have materialized to disturb my state of bliss.

There was coffee to drink, I-pad games to play, books to read, and a spouse to annoy by not cleaning up my mess in the kitchen or folding my own laundry. Even though it’s November I’m not blue yet, and it’s been a marvelous day.

Catching Up While Nodding Off

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Here is a list of words which best describe my frame of mind on this hot and muggy August evening.

1.  Sluggish (an actual slug would look hyperactive in comparison)

2.  Inactive (I’m typing only because I get to sit down to do it)

3.  Unresponsive (W sent me a text and a one word answer wore me out)

4.  Languorous (physically and mentally squishy)

5.  Listless (although not really because, hey – this is a list)

6.  Weary (women do get weary)

7.  Lackadaisical (dreamy, but the dreams are purposeless and beyond weird)

8.  Somnolent (sounds so much more sophisticated than just plain sleepy)

9.  Unambitious (my post-a-day plan has gone for a crap)

10.  Lazy as hell

This has been going on since dragging my butt home following five straight days of work (three is normally my limit and then I turn into a walking zombie).  Then I tried to answer a daily prompt which wanted to know what bores me.  Everything I wrote, if you need to know the answer to that one.  I gave up and wrote this exciting list instead.

Now I’m too embarrassed to reply to old comments because everyone has SO moved on and will have forgotten who I am, never mind what they said to me.  I’m sorry.  But too out of it to drum up the effort to make a sad face.

There!  This can pass for a post!  I am going to hit PUBLISH and go to bed!  Expect slightly greater things tomorrow.  Or possibly the day after that.

Good Intentions

The Impassioned Singer

The Impassioned Singer (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

He runs a ring around the rest of them, always ending up at center stage;  intense, melodramatic, passionate, extreme.

They pour cold water on his ambitions,

believing they can save him from himself.

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Trifecta Challenge: This weekend we are giving you three words and asking for you to give us back another thirty of your own, making a grand total of thirty-three words.  Your words to work with are:  ring, water, stage.

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Sweet Shallow Sixteen

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Sixty Four (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Daily Prompt:  Sweet Sixteen  When you were 16, what did you think your life would look like? Does it look like that? Is that a good thing?

Really, how far into the future does a sixteen year old girl dare to gaze?  I don’t remember having any lofty aspirations about my future or any definite long-term goals.  The short-term was more than enough to keep me as completely stressed out as only a teenager has the energy to be.

If my sixteen year old self had drawn up a list of things I desperately wanted out of life, I expect it would have looked something like this:

1.  Get drivers license.

2.  Borrow brothers car.

3.  Find a boyfriend who looks like Donovan.

4.  Let hair grow super long.

5.  Get through second year of highschool with marks of 85% and up.

6.  Go on a car date.

7.  Be seriously kissed.

8.  Learn how to roller skate.

9.  Get a summer job.

10.  Buy some nice clothes.

11.  Have a clear complexion and perfect (PERFECT!) make up.  Every day.

12.  Wear panty hose with no runs or snags or holes.

13.  Figure out how to dance without looking like an idiot.

14.  Sit at the back of every class and pop glasses on in emergency situations only when no one is looking.

15.  Avoid all boys with agricultural backgrounds and even the slightest chance of having a farming future.

16.  Think up a really good reason for missing church and convince mom of its validity.

17.  Remember to shave legs

18.  Never ever miss a homework assignment.

19.  Buy enough records to fulfill membership agreement with Columbia Records and then quit before going broke.

20. Stop smiling so much, because it’s making weird crease marks on your face.

Till I See You Again

Till I See You Again (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

There’s something to be said for making attainable goals, because I was able to check off every one of these objectives in my sixteenth year, right down to the Donovan-like boyfriend and getting seriously kissed.  Both of which scared me half to death.

When I heard a rumor that classmates thought I was a bit stuck up I decided to start smiling again.  If I’d worn my glasses I would have been able to recognize people from a distance greater than 3 feet, and perhaps that would have made me appear more friendly.  But the truth is I was very self conscious about wearing my glasses, and being shy and half blind can easily be misconstrued as conceit.  I was actually a very nice person, even if I wasn’t all that deep.

It’s impossible to say if my life has become what I wanted it to be then, because I had no clear vision of it beyond getting through high school and living in a city someday at that point.  Maybe I’ve never set the bar high enough, or been ambitious enough, or sufficiently driven and determined to do great things.  But I’ve also never really been disappointed in myself either, or dissatisfied with how things have played out.  Is that a good thing?  I think it is.

Once Upon a Time, Twenty Years Ago….

Today I am suffering from a serious lack of ambition.  It’s a cold and rainy day.  I’ve been to see my doctor, and I’ve shopped for yoga pants. I ate lunch.  I drank some coffee.

I’ve flipped through some photo albums to see if anything would scream “pick me!” for one of the photo challenges, and this is what I came up with.  It didn’t make a sound and it doesn’t go with anything.  But I thought all the individual stunned expressions were kind of interesting so I’m sharing it.  Plus now I get to sit down at the computer and pretend I’m doing important and amazing writing related historical family memoir type incredibleness.  Feel free to add your own big words here.


Making a wild guess I’d say this was taken in 1992.  My handsome son, yours truly wearing some kind of bizarre cowboy inspired shirt, my beautiful daughter, and W, needing a haircut. Or more sleep.  Ugliest couch in the universe.  Picture courtesy of W’s parents who could make posing for a picture into a face breaking kind of torture, where you’re all sitting there gritting your teeth thinking ‘just press the button, for the love of God.”

And of course there was no little digital screen to look at immediately – you had to wait and take your chances, hoping if you looked a complete mess the photographer would have the decency to destroy the evidence.

As we all know, that rarely happened.  But the good news is, the older you get, the better you think you looked way back when.  So you just have to say to yourself, wow – compared to a ninety-six year old, I look pretty hot!

That’s what I did.  I don’t think I’ll get any arguments.