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Sharing My World 31

My art space on tilt.
My art space on tilt.

SHARE YOUR WORLD – 2015 WEEK #23 AND A POLL

For your blog do you basically use Mac or Windows applications? What type of device – laptop, desktop,tablet, phone or pad?

There are invisible imaginary surgically imbedded I-Pad magnets in both of my hands.  It is almost impossible for me to put this thing down.  It is my connection to the outside world.  Like the front door isn’t easily accessible or something.

It’s total overkill how many gadgets we profess to need.  We have a land line phone with an answering machine.  But I also need my cell phone, rarely for phone calls but always for text messages.  And notes and lists and reminders.   I must have my iPad  for game playing and Facebook checking because the iPhone screen is too small to do those things without squinting and frowning.  And maybe cursing.  And getting more wrinkles.  Both of these devices are great for taking pictures as long as I don’t have it on reverse taking selfies without realizing it.  Or hitting video by mistake.  And then there’s my PC, because I had that first and still prefer to do my banking and bill paying and printing from it.

Sheesh.  What was the question again?  I use them all, every day.  I can hardly remember life without them.  I blogged once from my phone but it was very stressful.  So I go back and forth from one bigger screen to the other even though the layout and spacing and format gets messed up.  What an amazingly long answer typed on my iPad screen with two fingers when it would have taken a fraction of the time on a keyboard.  Thank Gawd we got that all sorted out.

If you were to treat yourself to the “finer things” what would you treat yourself to?

My dad said once (or twice or three times) that our idea of heaven changes with our circumstances.  A poor mans heaven is not the same as a rich mans paradise.  So from the perspective of those less fortunate, I’m already enjoying the finer things in life.   Because the finer things are not really tangible things.   Of course that doesn’t stop us from thinking how great it would be if only we could afford some luxury or other while we take all the things we already have for granted.

But to answer the question,  I would like to have a personal trainer and a personal shopper, unlimited access to a spa, a vineyard in the south of France and my own jet.  So basically, money and servants.  And a lot of art supplies.  But I will settle for excellent coffee and enough money to pay the bills.

Can you change a car tire?

Yes I can.  I have never actually done it, but I am confident that if somebody walked me through it I could.  So yeah.  How hard can it be?  I might never feel safe getting in that vehicle again though, so I would probably call CAA first.  They are now added to my list of the finer things in life.

The 4th question this week is answer this poll about “how you would like to see the question formats for Share Your World”. Feel free to answer the questions in your post too.

The question format is great the way it is, but I liked the one where we were asked to complete sentences too.  More of that would be nice.

That Grateful Thing

I am grateful for finally getting around to sharing my world for last week.  The finer things question stumped me for days.  Good thing there’s no real deadline on any of this.  Or on getting back to experimenting in my art room.  It’s at an odd angle at the moment as you can see, and pencils keep rolling off the table.  Plus there are four (FOUR!) TV programs on Netflix that I have been bouncing around amongst.  Bones, Suits, Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries and Psych.  This mix makes for some bizarre dreams.

I am looking forward to the weather improving although it shows no signs of doing so.  We have endured two days of rain and cold.  It is 11 C outside (feels like 8 according to my weather network)  and dull and overcast.  The temperature inside my house is 16 C.  We usually keep it at 19.  The furnace guy suggested 21.  I refuse to turn the furnace on in June.  My feet are freezing.

Well, at least I’m not outside on the cold cement in freezing drizzle trying to change a car tire.  Life is good.

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Sharing My World 5

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Would you rather take pictures or be in pictures?

My dad used to say the only pictures people liked of themselves were the ones that didn’t look anything like them.  Maybe that’s why we can look back at photos from years ago and finally see them objectively because that’s not who we are anymore.  Hey, look at me, I was kind of cute back in the day, who knew?  In real time I have never considered myself photogenic so I’m the one snapping pictures and shying away from being in them.

What did you most enjoy doing this past week?

I most enjoyed being the recipient of attention and concern as to my well-being.  Who doesn’t enjoy that?  Best to milk it for all its worth when it happens, hey?  I have been filling my “healing time” with lots of reading, sleeping, coffee drinking, drawing, pencil sharpening, pill taking and movie watching.  Maybe I’ve died and gone to heaven.

What is your greatest extravagance?

I am always trying to curb my many excessive and unnecessary expenditures.  It’s hard to decide what exactly the greatest one might be.  You could sell me pretty much anything in a health food store, for instance, even though the same products might cost much less somewhere else.  I’m a sucker for skin care products.  Coffee is hugely important to me.    But for the sake of making myself sound slightly less self-indulgent, let’s say it’s books.  I would like to line every wall in my house with book shelves and fill them all up.  So far I’ve done only a wall and a half.  I could do another wall full if all my e-books were real.  I used to have a library card, but discovered that it was much too stressful having to give books back.  Now I buy them and keep them and cherish them.  I will never be rich as long as people keep writing books.

Which letter of the alphabet describes you best?

I don’t know – M?  It’s the thirteenth letter of the alphabet.  Thirteen has been a significant and even a lucky number in my life.  The top of a horned owls head looks like the letter M  and I like to think I’m at least as wise as some pointy headed bird.  I am a MOM.  I like M & M’s.  “Mmmmmm” is the noise I make when I can’t think of anything intelligent to say.

Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming?

I’m grateful for not having to make a Thanksgiving dinner.  Is that a selfish thing to be thankful for?  Probably.  I should have said my alphabet letter is Z because it figures prominently in the word LaZy and signifies sleep.   (zzzzzz…..)  I’m also grateful for four seasons of the 4400 on Netflix and a theme song that is now stuck in my head forever.

It drives me a bit crazy every time that bath tub overflows.

Next week I’m looking forward to sharing with you whatever happens next.

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Share Your World – 2014 Week 41

Goddess Number Thirty Three

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I AM

The ALL POWERFUL

Chaser of Blues

Painting your world

With bright glitter glues.

You would be wise

to choose ME as your muse;

I AM

 The GODDESS

Of Wearing Red Shoes

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Trifecta Challenge, Week 93:  Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  Make it yours and have fun with it.

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(I promise, cross my heart, this is my last post about red shoes.)

Into the Dark

Happy easy listening Sunday everyone.  I love this guy and his cover of the Death Cab for Cutie song.  Beautiful lyrics, beautiful voice.

“I Will Follow You Into The Dark”

Love of mine some day you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
And I held my tongue as she told me
“Son fear is the heart of love”
So I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It’s nothing to cry about ’cause we’ll hold each other soon
In the blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the No’s on their vacancy signs
If there’s no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I’ll follow you into the dark
Then I’ll follow you into the dark

Dreaming About No Job At All

My dream job would be to sit at home, read books, play on the computer and write incredibly interesting stories all day long, getting paid millions of dollars every two weeks for doing any or all of those things.

Unfortunately I can’t find this position advertised anywhere and fear that right now no one is hiring.

A dream job I imagine should involve doing something you’re good at and enjoy, so my second choice would be to become a national frame buyer for our optical department. Because whoever is doing it now is a flaming moron. I might also turn out to be a moron at it, but certainly NOT a flaming one.

If we had some awesomely incredible frames on our frame bars perhaps I would stop inwardly cringing whenever someone asks me for help choosing eyewear. Or maybe it’s just a conditioned response and there’s no cure for it, I don’t know.

I am so excited to be taking 6 weeks off (three more working days to go!) so that I can start collecting early CPP. It’s just one more little baby step towards retirement which I never thought I would long for, but there it is. This six weeks will be a mini preview of things to come.

Well! Is that not my dream job coming true? Except for the millions of dollars part, which I suppose I could get by without if there’s no way around it. I want to write, even though I may be a flaming moron at that. As long as no one tells me, ignorance is bliss, and I’ll keep blathering away. And to have the time to read and read and read – heaven on earth.

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What I Believe

No, I wouldn’t describe myself as being spiritual or religious. At least neither of those words comes immediately to mind when I consider ME. Frankly, I’m getting rather bored describing myself every other Plinky prompt. Or maybe I’m just tired and up too late to be pleasant. I could have just zipped off some flippant answer this morning before work but I thought this question deserved more thought and consideration. Now at the end of the day I can no longer imagine anyone even remotely caring what I do or do not believe.

So of course I feel compelled to tell you anyway.

I believe that it is important to let the past go. There are no time machines and no do-overs. We can only move on. I believe it is pointless to worry myself sick about the future imagining every possible horror that could happen. I believe it is possible to live simply and joyfully in the present moment. So most days I don’t believe in reading the newspaper which is always full of depressing crap.

I believe there is no heaven except the one I create for myself, right here, right now. There is no hell except the one I choose to dwell in right here on earth. I have the power to make changes, or the power to accept the things I cannot change and to make peace with them.

I believe in everyone’s freedom of choice and that they can believe or disbelieve any brilliant or stupid thing they want as long as it causes no one else harm. My daughter decided at the age of 9 to believe in reincarnation, because she wanted to make sense of death, and that belief made her happy. (Much happier than her little friend’s notion that if she didn’t go to church every Sunday and get herself saved that she’d end up in hell.)

If your beliefs aren’t a source of joy and happiness to you, better get yourself some new ones. I believe that there are many things on this earth that cannot be stuffed into little boxes and sealed and labeled, right or wrong, black or white, religious, spiritual, scientific, perfectly sane or just plain weird. Everything’s a lovely mix. Pick the things that lift you up and set you free.

And God or Buddha or The Great Fairy King please forgive me if I ever try to force my beliefs on anyone else, no matter how honorable my intentions.

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