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ONCE UPON A TIME

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January 20, day 20 of the Ultimate Blog Challenge. Once in awhile, thoughts of yesteryear would pop up in my head. It seems that I had so much more free time then, even though I was still working. I would remember lounging mornings in the sunroom with my toast and tea, listening to CBC on the radio. They had so many interesting and informative programs. Now I hardly listen anymore. When I do on rare occasions it is all about the pandemics, vaccines and bad news or repeats. I wonder what has happened to our national radio station. I wonder if the government is trying to dumb us up.

I’m trying to smarten myself up. I’m trying not to get my panties get tied up over things that don’t matter a damn. Maybe then, I can recoup some of my lounging time. Right now I’m letting Roomba zoom around in the bedroom picking up dust and lint. Meanwhile, I run a wet mop over the hallway floor and the stairs where Roomba refuses to go. I’m learning to be more efficient, not letting thoughts get in my way, wasting my time. Oops, I just remember there’s nothing for lunch!

Once upon a time, I liked to stir fry but now it seems like so much work, so time consuming. But, alas, I have nothing to pop in the oven except pizza. I’ve done that just the other day. I racked my brains. What can I make? I dug out some frozen ground beef to defrost in the microwave. I brought up some onions and a butternut squash. I can make a beef stew in the Instant Pot. It means work but what can I do? I have to stop those It’s work thoughts. Instead I should look at it’s building more neurons in my brain. It’s good for me. My brain is racing ahead and my fingers are tapping like mad. I have to take a break to breathe slow.

My break is over. I can’t say that I’m feeling any better. I just poked myself in the eye. I did have a headache but it is replaced by my sore eye. Funny how these things happen. The other day I was showing my friend this special eye ointment for dry eye. It was still on the dining room table. Maybe that was an invitation for my accident. It is teaching me to put things away, back in their places. I hope I have learned a lesson.

At any rate, lunch is cooking away in the Instant Pot. It was a bit of a chore washing and chopping up the veggies. I threw in onions, celery, a small butternut squash and 1/2 cup dried Swedish beans. I guess you can call it a stew or chili. I don’t have a recipe for it. I use what I feel like and have. For spices, I added pepper, a couple of star anise, some cilantro seeds, cayenne and a bit of soy sauce. Ok, it is Chinese stew/chili. I am sure it will be good. I look like I paint – intuitively.

My eye is feeling better. Once upon a time, I would have freaked out with anxiety. Once upon a time I would have trashed myself. Why am I so stupid? Why did I do this or that? And why didn’t I……Now I know better. It was an accident. I was feeling tired. I had a headache. I wasn’t alert. There was no fault. I could blame the weather. It has warmed up quite a bit from yesterday. Such sudden changes affect me negatively. I can’t control the weather but I can schedule more lounging times.

A SLOWER TIME

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Today is my third day off from work and I am feeling fine.  Last week feels like an eon ago.  I feel as if I’ve lost a chunk of time and myself in those long hours at the hospital.  I am in recovery mode.  I wonder if other 12-hour shiftworkers experience similiar feelings.  Maybe I am just an oddball.  I dont have the metal to cut the pedal.  Is that how the saying goes?

It was rainy and grey most of the day yesterday, not good time for working outside or doing anything else.  We went to the Western Development Museum instead.  It was a welcomed change in our routine.  It has been many years since I was in Boomtown.  The last time was when I took my nephews Adrian and Michael.  They are both in their 20s now, so you can count the years.

Boomtown has grown in my absence!  It took me awhile to orientate myself to my new surrounding.  I heard this frantic voice inside me:  What do I do now?  Where should I go first?  Quick, get the camera out!  Take pictures!  Take pictures!  I had to find my other voice:  You don’t have to do anything yet.  This is not the hospital.  There is no such thing as: STAT!  You can just stroll and enjoy the ambiance.

This is Boomtown.  There is no traffic, no traffic lights, no sirens, no ambulances…only people who wants to see and experience some of our history.  It is a place to feel some of yesteryear when things were slow and mellow.  It deserves more visits from me.