“I read the news today, oh boy” (McCartney/Lennon)
Every morning while we sit drinking our coffee, W and I trade interesting or funny or unbelievable crap we read about on our different news feeds. Sometimes it’s really entertaining tuning in to the next instalment of the current gong show going on in our neighbouring country. Sometimes it’s downright frightening. I’m afraid that all the attention, no matter how negative, simply feeds the beast. I’m afraid we all might soon be buried alive in alternative facts (a new and improved name for bullshit). I’m afraid there might be some devious method to their madness, piling it on so high and so deep that we lose the will to claw our way out from underneath it.
So in the interests of not feeding the beast (while at the same time not turning my back on him either) here is a slide show of our wintry ice-foggy backyard.
I snuck in a couple of shots of my bad hair day to show you how I am becoming one with nature. By resembling a half dead tree. Or something way more poetic than that. This awesome big old tree is the same one in which my sisters grandson discovered an alligator nest last fall. We had no idea it was harbouring such an amazing thing. Around Christmas time this same grandson explained to his grandma how he could recognize Frosty from the other snowmen by the brown hammer in his mouth. For sure this boy is going places.
I hope gazing at this tree with its magnificent icy alligator nest sheltering branches towering above the other frozen things in our yard on this cold grey January Monday gives you a brief respite from whatever doom and gloom crap is taking up valuable space in your brain.
If not, here’s something completely different. Not all news is bad.
And that’s when I know it’s over. As soon as you start thinking about the beginning, it’s the end.
If this quote has a more profound meaning than something like a new year beginning and an old year ending, sorry, its gone right over my head. You will just have to figure it out for yourself.
I have my own conundrums to sort. Somewhere back in 2016 I lost my joy of writing. I would like to find it again. Maybe I lost the joy in a lot of things and that’s the root of my problem in a rather joyless year for the world in general.
But, you know, who the hell wants to hear about all that all over again.
Today my right knee hurts for no good reason and it’s making me sad. See, this is what I find myself doing. Complaining to whoever will listen (even if it’s only the little voices in my head) about insignificant crap. And if I were to write down these whiny complaints, that would just magnify shit. No one needs shit magnified, do they? So then I don’t write anything at all for a day, or a week, or nearly a month, and that’s easy, and it becomes a habit which gets progressively harder and harder to break.
So here is my brilliant plan for 2017 to blog my merry way to happiness. Because for me, blogging was once joyous. I’ve set my goal at mildly entertaining for now and will work my way back up.
I have created a new category called “2017 Book of Lists”. I will make lists of good things. There are always good things. If I can’t immediately see the good things I will list the bad things, but only as a last resort. And only if they are so bad they’re funny.
Here are some good things that happened today.
I used up the bag of leftover taco hamburger from the freezer. No one is more surprised by this than me, except maybe for W who is always surprised when I spend longer than 15 minutes in the kitchen. Normally I freeze leftovers and throw them out once I’m not really sure what they are anymore.
The cheesey potato hamburger casserole I made was edible! No, you know what? It was GOOD. Or we were both abnormally hungry. It could go either way.
I also used up a bunch of apples that had seen better days by slicing them up and covering them with a sort of cake batter before baking them. It was a nice change from apple crisp. My mom used to make something like it, juicy sweet moist apple cake, maybe called Apple Brown Betty, but also maybe not.
Perhaps I should have called this a list of FOOD things that happened today. Whatever, I am off and running, day one done like dinner.
Happy first day of January, what always seems to me to be the longest month of the entire year. I don’t think filling it up with lists will make it any shorter, but ‘more fun’ is a possibility. Hey, getting blown up by an asteroid is also a possibility, would you rather have that? Yeah I didn’t think so.
This is the last world sharing prompt from 2015, number 52. Answering it now feels late, but isn’t really because the next one is due out Monday, and today is Saturday, right? Even though the first of January felt like a Sunday all day to me. Two days in to the new year and already I don’t know what day of the week it is for sure. It’s going to be a great year.
Tell how you are feeling today in the form of a weather report. (For example, partly cloudy, sunny with a chance of showers, etc.)
Mostly sunny with a few foggy patches. Much like yesterday, also predicted for tomorrow. If there are clouds they will quickly disperse revealing silver linings. Long range forecast…. rain will fall and then it will stop. The snow will eventually melt. The sun will rise and set and rise again. This is the most boring weather forecast I have ever heard, but sometimes boring is the best thing you could wish for.
What is most memorable about your high school years?
Five years of my life, (this is way back when there was still a grade thirteen) and the first thing that pops in to my head is the hours and hours and hours spent riding in a school bus, to and from, day after day. Sometimes running late and missing it, sometimes the weather and the road conditions making the bus late. My brother missing the bus on purpose so he could take the car. He had to space those out so it wasn’t so obvious.
I was a shy and introverted loner who got crazy high marks in everything. My classmates were nice to me and most of my teachers liked me. I had a few good friends. Not really a recipe for popularity in there anywhere, and yet in my final year I was voted prom queen. That was pretty memorable. My sisters friends all voted for me, the rest of the votes were split amongst the popular girls and my favourite teacher counted the ballots. This is how elections are won.
My first year of high school I had secret crushes on boys who would have been very surprised to learn about it, since I so studiously ignored them, in case they might notice I existed and try to talk to me or something. There was a chance they would say something stupid instead of a great line from a romance novel and I didn’t want any illusions shattered. Gawd, high school. Weirdest time of your life.
Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?
No ordinary rocks, definitely no pet rocks, and hardly any jewelry at all except for watches and earrings and a wedding band. I have never owned a diamond, but that’s another story.
When I was having the mysterious lymphatic lumps on my neck investigated a couple of years ago and saw Yulanda, my favourite psychic, she gave me nothing but reassuring news (which turned out to be bang on, thus the reason she is my favourite). She also gave me a flat smooth dark yellow stone, almost an amber brown, and for the life of me I can’t remember what it was called except that maybe it started with an A. It wasn’t just a healing stone, but had balancing properties and other calming helpful things. It’s the kind of thing I think is a little silly, because, come on, it’s just a rock, but I kept it close to me anyway until things felt resolved. It was a little worry stone that soaked up my worries. You do strange things to soothe your soul. I still have it. Even put it on a chain so I wouldn’t lose it. Maybe I won’t need it again, but you never know.
Complete this sentence: I like watching…
Netflix. Because I want to get every penny’s worth out of my eight dollars a month. Occasionally I watch movies, but mostly it’s some tv series that goes on for many seasons so I can binge watch until I’m sick of it. There is no end in sight for the mystery shows; lawyers, police, forensics, investigators, detectives, criminals, victims, supernatural phenomena – I watch it all. The latest thing I’m into is Midsommer Murders, but I have to say I’m getting a little tired of women screaming every time they stumble upon a murder victim. Really, there’s a dead body and somebody screams. Several bodies, lots and lots of screaming. Other than that, it’s a good show.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for a lazy laid back Christmas and New Years. I was in bed well before the fireworks on New Years Eve. The Christmas stuff is packed and put away and W is back to driving and doing the grocery shopping. The furniture is all back to where it’s supposed to be because we no longer need a wide path for the walker. I am brimming over with gratefulness for that alone. There was a much welcomed and appreciated phone call from the latest clinic I visited telling me my fibroid test results were normal. Normal is such a beautiful word, we really should appreciate it more.
In the week coming up I would like to go through my many unfinished drafts and either finish them or delete them. I expect most of them will end up in the trash because I won’t remember what I was talking about. And I am looking forward to the increase in daylight motivating me to make use of it in my little art studio, where the artistic “drafts” are piling up much like the written ones.
There are only twenty-nine days left in January! Yay! Let’s all be grateful for that one!
Or maybe I should say “art du réveillon de Nouvel an,” which might mean New Year’s Eve art in French, but to be safe, don’t quote me. These are footprint pictures I did for one of K and C’s bathrooms for Christmas, because my son admired the ones hanging in mine that I did for myself. Don’t ever admire something in my house unless you really mean it.
The photo was taken at night in not very bright light, so the colours are a little weird, but there’s never a lot of natural light in bathrooms anyway so maybe this is what they’ll look like, except less blurry. Also I think they would look better hung side by side.
Okay! My year in review!
Ha ha, sorry to scare you, I’m just kidding. I survived it and that’s what counts. If I don’t feel like looking backwards at the things I lived through, I can’t imagine why anyone else would want to. My life is just not that damned interesting. Onward and upward to another new start on the road paved with good intentions. That doesn’t always lead to hell, does it?
Whatever. I have a plan. It may sound as if it’s made up of very vague resolutions. Because it is.
Try to blog something every day, even if it’s just a picture or a quote or a weather report. And once you are disciplined enough to do that, hopefully some of your posts will turn into something better.
Share your world fifty-two times!
Use your page-a-day calendars for inspiration!
Answer some WordPress prompts! Maybe lay off the exclamation marks!
Creating art every day is a pretty lofty goal, so try for twice a week. And if there’s more than that, well yay! I mean just yay, with less excitement.
Have you ever been so overwhelmed with all the things you want to do that you just sit down and don’t do anything? Wow, I hope it’s not just me who does that. And I hope I’ve gotten that bad habit out of my system for a while with such a slack assed December. Pardon my French.
January, my least favourite month ever, with 31 dreary days, is coming right up. I would like to fill it with fun. I have two half bottles of red wine in the fridge to finish up (in five ounce increments per day because that’s what diabetics are allowed) so I need to get right on that before it all goes bad. I have several art projects on the go, and several more in my head. Chapters had their calendars on for half price today so I walked down there and bought three of them.
PREPARED is what I am. Bring it on, 2016, I’m ready for you.
This reminded me of a funny story which I’ve told before.
But this is what old people do – we repeat things and don’t give a shit if you’ve heard them all twenty-six times already.
Granddaughter (the first) and I were sitting on the couch playing with her Polly Pocket dolls. She was responsible for the actions and deeds and commentary of three or four of them, but I had just one. I chose Snow White because she’s my favourite. I had her climb to the top of the couch-back where she jumped around, lost her wig, put it on backwards, freaked out because she couldn’t see, and screamed for help.
My granddaughter sighed, rolled her eyes, and said in her firmest no-nonsense 4-year-old voice, “Oh Snow White, get a grip of yourself.”
Snow White made less of an ass of herself after that.
Here’s to the last snow white day in January. And getting a grip when we need to.
My inspiration for this composition came from a Pinterest pin. There’s no end to the ideas there, and I’ve pinned many. I’d have quite a collection of my own art work if I sat down more often and used them.
I’m loving the colours here. In my idea of a perfect world there would be predominantly reds and yellows during the day, and pinks and purples at night, with all other colours merely accents.
We are enjoying the most incredible weather for January today. Well above freezing and snow melting everywhere. W looked out the front window this morning and mused that perhaps winter was over. That was a pretty delusional observation. I’ll remind him of it when we’re in the middle of a blizzard in May.
Charcoal makes such a mess. I’m not sure what all I used here, because I have my drawing things all over the place and often mixed up, but within easy reach. So I tend to grab something and see what it does, and wonder about it later.
I do know this is on drawing paper, not sketch paper. And that I almost abandoned it half-finished because it wasn’t going the way I expected. Or fast enough to suit me. Because, you know, I’ve got a lot of Netflix to watch. But I walked away and returned to it later, realizing then that it likely wasn’t such a complete disaster after all.
What else is new? We had our wireless internet upgraded yesterday. To me there is no noticeable difference, but our monthly bill will change of course. And here’s the funny part. Our internet provider has called us every day for over a week to ask us if we would like to have our service upgraded. Sometimes they ask to speak to me, and sometimes to W. Both of us have been telling them every single time they call that we have already arranged to have this done. They called yesterday and we said it was being done. Today we told them it has been done for the love of gawd and to please stop calling us. Do none of these idiots ever talk to each other? Were they all given the same phone list as a joke? It’s not all that funny anymore.
Happy rainy day in January everybody! It’s a good day for sorting out pencils and ignoring the phone.
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