Moments by their definition are fleeting. So I am not disappointed, disillusioned or any other dis words at all that my moments of perfect alignment are over. Most happy of all that I am not diseased as being downed by the flu bug. I hear it’s a bad strain this year. It lingers and lingers. I’m feeling slow but not ‘bad’ that I am a wet noodle again. I can still noodle on. I’m more of a tortoise than the hare by nature anyways. I will get there, wherever there is, eventually.


As it is, the day turned out well. It was cold as hell to start with. Such days are good for simmering soup on the stove. It humifies the air and soothes my irritated sinuses. The soup is nourishing and healing. The bones are treats for Sheba. She is kept busy gnawing and cleaning her teeth at the same time. It’s a good time to bake bread, too, especially since we’re down to the last loaf. Fresh bread with butter and jam is delicious. You guess it. I am still snacking. It boosts my serotonin level. I’m not feeling as much of a wet noodle after. The house is warmer from the baking. Now the pork roast in the oven is adding aroma and more heat to the air. This is how to raise the temperature and feel good stuff in cold February.

I think winter is meant for slowing down, nesting and mending ‘stuff’ and ourselves. It’s a good idea to heed Nature. When spring comes, we will be well prepared. I really like that idea. It will stop my incessant need for doing and feeling guilty for not accomplishing. It will be a challenge for me. I’ve already signed up for the online Peak Work Performance Summit. I am not working any more but it is free. What does it hurt to sign up, I ask myself. I’m not committed to watch. But just in case. The title words by themselves – peak performance -are enticing to me. I’m easily hooked. They can perk the wet noodle in me. That’s not bad, is it?

I’m aware now. I will intend more mending on wet noodle days. I have another jacket that needs a new zipper. The old one is removed. Now I can baste the new one on first before sewing it on. The coat is purple so I need to change the black thread that’s on the Bernina now. My eyes glaze over at the thought because the machine is very new and unfamiliar to me. I will have to change the bobbin thread, too. Now my eyes are crossing over. I will have to review the whole procedure again. Very heavy sigh. It has to/will be done. It doesn’t have to be today. I’m thinking of ‘slowing down, nesting and mending.




IMG_4730It is snowing again, fluffy flakes coming down.  I think of  Snow Falling on Cedars.  Not so much of the movie but the image. There’s something about the phrase that grabs me every time. I try to capture it whenever it snows like this. I always fail even though the two Buddhas do make a nice picture. Maybe you can’t do everything with an iPhone.

Days like this, I just want to languish like a wet noodle on my love seat.  Would it not be lovely not to have to do anything, be anything?  It’s good in thought and theory.  From past experience I know I will become a mushy wet noodle past resuscitation. So I give a great big sigh and heave myself up.

IMG_4119The past due bed linen are now in the wash.  The thought of doing is much harder than the doing.  I’m back, now craving another cup of tea.  What is it that makes me delay and delay things?  The answer, my friend, is blown in the wind.  For now, I sit with the discomfort and my tea.  It is not so bad.  Perhaps I can get a few things done – make a list of to do’s.  I have enough of those.  It would feel good when I can cross them off.


Much later, I am not feeling better.  I have done more though list making did not happen.  Perhaps I should not fight my nature.  I am not an organizer, list maker, entrepreneur, pilot or astronaut. Better I put my effort in areas I can succeed.  Today is not a good day to brainstorm on that.  There is nothing wrong with having a wet noodle day once in awhile.  I can still do laundry – and drink tea and slurp along at a slow speed.