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SUNDAYS

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Well, I’m late to the keyboard. Hope I can dash off a few paragraphs without a hitch. Sundays used to be a day of rest. Used to. Even though I am retired I don’t have too many rest days. Even though I like to be sloth it is hard to stay put. Life seems full. That is a good thing so I should not complain too much. It’s just that I am tired and achy these days. The old body doesn’t want to cooperate with my wants.

Since I’ve read Atomic Habits not so long ago, I should practice what I’ve learned. I have this bad habit of just collecting information but not putting them to use. Now is a good time to start. It is obvious I’m tired. It is hard to move and I don’t want to. I can go easy on myself and let go of the shoulds today. It doesn’t matter if my table is all cluttered up again. I have space to do what I need to. The mess can wait another day. I haven’t got the sourdough bread started either. That can wait till tomorrow. No skiing today either. It’s not worth it to aggravate my foot problems when the tracks are poor.

But I did take time to do my mobility exercises. I’m making progress with my plantar fasciitis. It is wise to keep going and not lapse. Sundays I visit with my parents and do their vacuuming. It’s a good get away from my own mess. I always enjoy a snack and conversation with my mother. Today I listened to her conversation with a friend on the telephone. It was a good education on how to get old 101. I could hear just her end. It was on family, health, what and how to cook when you’re in your 90’s with small appetite and sparse teeth. My mother is still very resourceful at 92. She’s still sharp as a tack. I come from good genes. Thank the Lord.

Day 21 – the Ultimate Blog Challenge

NO INSPIRATION TODAY

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This time of the day is lowest of energy for me. My eyes and body are droopy with sleep. It didn’t help I was low on sleep last night. I like it to blame it on the weather. It seems I am sensitive and affected by any change in the barometer. Rather than laying in bed, tossing and turning, I my put restless energy into my art project and did 3 pen drawings. I will watercolour some other time. Then I took a little helper to lull me into dreamland. You can say I’m a little hung over but not severely handicapped. I’m a little sapped but relaxed.

I’m still on top of the game. This post is the last item of today’s ‘must do’ list. I might even have time for a bit of recreational reading later. I’ve decided it’s stupid to fuss about my Tax Return for a whole month. I have my documents gathered. It will only take part of a day to get into a knot over it. I will leave it for the last week of April. So on with the month. I will make good use of the days.

The days are not warming up quick. It’s good in a way. I’m not warming up fast either. I can take my time with my seeding. I feel as slow as molasses in winter. My dining room table is still littered with seeds and my art clutter. There is no fire so I shalt sweat it. I can still find everything. Everything in its time. I will develop a system by the end of the challenge. Isn’t that what I said, too, the last time? No worries. In the meantime, I have 3 bitter melon seeds soaking and the lunch dishes done. I do still have a pan with a burnt bottom soaking with vinegar sitting on the stove. It will take a bit more time yet.

This is not exactly an inspiring post for a challenge. I’m not feeling inspired but tired. But I am putting my best foot forward. I am not complaining. I’m putting down the last sentence and period. Maybe someone else can inspire me today.

DAY 22 UBC – BY HOOK OR BY CLIP

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By Hook or By Clip

I think for sure I’ve lost my glow on this 22nd day of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. I felt bright and chirpy enough this morning. I felt as shiny as a new penny. My sourdough had risen to double itself overnight. It looked soft and smooth as a baby’s bottom. I was so pleased. I stretched and folded it 8 times and dusted it all with cornstartch. Then I put it in my largest long casserole, covered it and stuck it in the fridge to chill. 4 hours later, I took it out, cut the dough into sections and baked them on my pizza pan. They turned out superb. We had them with our soup for lunch.

In between making soup and sourdough buns, I worked on my blackout curtains. I took apart 3 seams, made the necessary adjustments and sew them back up again. They look pretty darn good, except…heavy big sigh. They still don’t pulled back easily. They’re of heavy material and do not slide readily, bunching up. At the end of the day when I spent so much time and effort, I really like to bunch them up and toss them. It’s my tired self talking. I’m feeling cranky. I hear more snow is coming. Maybe I can blame it on the change in atmospheric pressure.

It is late again. I want to finish this conversation already, have a shower and watch Grey’s Anatomy. There’s the call of peanut butter chocolate ice cream, too. Oh, I have thought of an easy fix for my curtains. Curtain rod rings with clips. Goodnight. Be back tomorrow. I will finish this challenge by hook or crook.

SUCCESS MEASURED IN 4″x6″

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It’s another perfect summer day. It was a bit cool and cloudy in the morning. I could feel August in the air. Then September will be following after PDQ. My lettuce and other greens bed is looking splendid. I hate to pull them out but some of it has to go. They are getting old and there’s so much for the two of us. There’s time yet to seed a new crop.

So much for my words. The flow stopped. I’m like the weather, unpredictable. It’s rain or drought. Now it is after 8 in the evening. The sun has set. No golden rays reflecting on the garage wall. It is still light and the sky is blue. I think I’m over challenged. Spent. Tired. The end is in sight. Only one day left in the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Only one day left in the Daisy Yellow ICAD 2019 Challenge. I’ve been at that one for two months. I will have painted 61 index cards by tomorrow. It was a tough go today but I painted two to catch up. These days, success is measured in 4″x6″ index cards. I take what I can get.

It seems like I just got here – in two different paragraphs. Wish I had more time and energy to linger a bit longer. I am what I am, though I do try to stretch myself and time. I wonder how others do it – do so much I mean. This is all I got today.

JUST RANTING

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No two days are equal. Today is not a good day. Nor is it a bad day. It’s just that I am feeling heavy. Do you know what I mean? I am not sure that I do either. You could say I’m treading water, keeping my head above the waterline. I wish I am more buoyant. I am getting tired. I think I am coming down with something.

Even so, it is difficult to rest, to let things be. I have this feeling, compulsion to do, to get ahead, to accomplish. I wonder if it’s me or is it the society we live in. Have I bought into or have I been brainwashed into the idea that I have to be useful, productive, blah, blah, blah. I really like to rest awhile like in the olden days, guilt free. I’m starting to feel flu like. My eyes and nose are dry like sandpaper. My head a bit achy. My body heavy and weighed down like a big sandbag. Even my hands feel flu-ish and achy.

So, why don’t I just give everything a rest? I feel somewhat programed like an EverReady battery. I feel pushed to GO, GO, GO. It’s no wonder that when I get sick, I get SICK. A couple of months ago, I had a summer cold. It lasted a month. I coughed and coughed the whole month. I think I better smarten up, ease up, drink lots of fluids and REST. I should not think so much. I should learn to let go and let be.

NO SHAME AND BLAME

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I feel very tired and cross after my second day of excavating the rubble in the basement. I am making progress but it is always a bigger job than I envision. It always is. And I would abandon the project time and time again. I should have been listening to Benjamin Franklin when he said, “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.” I haven’t done any maintenance work in the basement for two years. I take things down but nothing comes up – not even dust. Now I’m paying the price. I’ll probably be a few pounds heavier after I’m done. It’s hard and stressful. I’m snacking.

I’m trying to be more efficient and tough with the stuff – recycle or throw out. No saving in case of it might come in handy later. Some things are difficult to recycle because frankly people rather get new stuff. I hate cluttering up the landfill with my stuff, so for now the rowing machine, exercise bike, mini stepper and slant board are in the garage. Maybe in summer I will bring them out as free grabs. Then what do you do with all those cutesy baskets and containers? I blame them for my accumulation of stuff. Then there’s my very old computer. How do you get all the data off the hard drive – smash it? And how do you get the hard drive out of the tower? I suppose I should ask at a computer store.

I’m feeling better, not so cross or tired. I just ate a bowl of chips. They help rid the dust in my throat. Yes, it is a little dusty down there with a few cobwebs. I should be ashamed of myself but what good would that do? I’m feeling bogged down as it is. Shame would add to the load. So no thanks to shame or blame. Life happens as they say. Tomorrow I will do a little more and a little better.

TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY

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I have to say I’m as tired as could be. Not that it was that full a day but it’s an accumulation of days. Though it is difficult to have the clarity of mind, I am here none the less. Sometimes just showing up can rejuvenate. I’m a wilting Lily getting a little water. Give me a few moments to perk up.

Maybe it would be wise for me to get some rest. I can still show up but I don’t have to run my battery at full throttle. It is not a must do or die thing. There’s no demand for my services really. I have no bosses to answer to, no job to show up for.  It is just my own obsessions. So sit back, have a cup of tea or sip that glass of wine. Tomorrow is another day.