The Clock is Ticking

I haven't played in a long while, but I don't feel too bad about that because there's been so much going on....soooooo much. SOOOOOO much. You've noticed that, right?

But today, I'm really feeling it. Just please pardon me if my list seems a bit odd.

Today, and for many days now, I'm feeling thankful for...

1. Peace and quiet. Moving in to this new house has made that completely possible. It's wonderful. To make it even better, no one is at a pool right outside my door hollering my name every time I open it. Makes it nice to actually enjoy my porch or patio now.


2. The WonderDog is chilled. He's loving the new house as much as I am. He's got a couple of perches for watching the world out the window, his own plot of grass to enjoy, and places to nap all over the house.


3. For some wonderful friends. Right now, in particular, C, who has helped me maintain my sanity and not picked at me for being crazy. (which is his usual M.O.)


4. Beach days. These have replaced "pool days." And I don't even like the beach (sand is yucky), but I've loved-loved-loved every minute of the few afternoons I've run off to the beach. 


5. Spaghetti squash. I know. Weird. But I finally tried it/learned to prepare it, and am beyond excited. This morning I even mixed some with cinnamon, brown sugar, and pecans for breakfast (read that somewhere). Throw a little piece of bacon in there and YUM.  


6. Fibromyalgia. In December I was diagnosed with this. I've "known" I've had it for a few years now. Or at least, knew that something was wrong, even if I didn't have a good answer or name. Now, I'm grateful for it. I'm glad to know I have a reason to take it easy, to let up on some of the demands that I place on myself, and just relax without guilt when necessary. It's been a relief.


7. Summer work schedules. I don't work five 9s in the summer. I work four 5s.  It's wonderful. Built in time for chores to be done during the week AND naps taken daily. And 3 day weekends every week. It's awesome.


8. Mommy and Daddy. It's nice that they're nearby and so willing to help me out. Even if it's just loaning me tools.


9. Surprises. Big and small. Especially ones that you really, truly, had no inkling about. 


10. The need to be productive. I've been writing daily. Sometimes for 10 minutes, sometimes for an hour. But everyday. And in the evenings, I'm back to cooking and reading, and crocheting or knitting. It's helping me to breathe. I love it.

Last night I'm having a rather A.D.D. evening and what started as taking out the trash for pick up turned into cussing a snake.

Thursday mornings is one of my trash pick up days, so I always try to get the trash out after dinner the night before. Otherwise, I get caught up on this infernal computer in the morning and run late and never get the trash out. See? I'm trying to learn to be responsible!

Anyway, typically A.D.D. hour for me. Took the trash and spied the hibiscus by the back door. Previous resident never cleaned up the beds, never weeded. I tackled the front beds a couple weeks ago (I planted SHRUBS!) but never got around to the back. The poor hibiscus is suffocating with all the grass and weeds growing in the middle of it. So, I drop the bag of trash, grab a rake and start working my way through.

Snake. Damn it. Freaking thing was hanging out in all those weeds. (Knew there was a good reason to clean it out.) So I run it off, keep cleaning. An hour later, all the yard work is done. Except mowing, of course. I don't mow.

But that damn snake. Under the house. I hate snakes. I blame my father for trying to force me to pet one. Screw that.

(For the record, I finished a glass of tea last night before bed and went to the kitchen to wash the glass. Noticed then--4 hours later, mind you--that I'd never actually put the trash out. Sigh.)

I was asked again last night why I still live and work in my small town. Really, at 20,000+, it's not a "small" town, but it has that feel for me. And you know, it's home.

I agree, sometimes you've got leave home to appreciate what's there, sometimes in order to find yourself. But there's 2 songs out on the radio right now that are very much speaking to me. The first is Miranda Lambert's "The House That Built Me."



I mentioned in the post for Sunday Scribblings, that I'm feeling a birth of newness in myself. As I laid in bed last night, radio going softly, I realized that it's so much more than that. I'm coming back to myself. I'm not pushing myself away from who I am anymore. Trying to be bigger and better, when I really just need to be little ol' me. Lady Antebellum's "American Honey" reminds me of that.




I'm digging Zac Brown Band's "Free" right now, too. The feel of the video is just one take on the song. For me, it's an affirmation of where I am right now--on the verge, but ever so free.

In honour of a brand new wee one, the prompt this week is: birth. You can go as literal or as metaphoric as you wish. What do you need to/want to give birth to? What has been born through you? What new beginning are you responsible for?

Since I'm back to writing and blogging more frequently, I felt it was a good start to get back to the Sunday Scribblings I participated in with my "Jayne Says" blog (which, by the way, will slowly be incorporated here, as I take a few minutes now and again to move the posts over.)

And the prompt this week is timely for me. I'm, in a very real way, giving birth to some new things in my life. (A baby is not one of them.) I'm finally creating a home and space that I love and feel relaxed in. I'm finally feeling as if I'm coming into my own at work, at home, and in my very soul. I'm beginning things internally and externally that feel beautiful. My thesaurus suggested "actualizing" as a synonym for "beginning." I like it. Doesn't that sound MUCH more deliberate and focused and just plain intentional?

I've moved into this wonderful 1940s home, with wood floors and all the original hardware. My little world of the apartment felt so damn temporary. This feels established; it feels real. But I guess houses are supposed to feel this way.

Just moving into this house birthed a new beginning for me. I breathe easier, I sleep easier, and I feel empowered here. I'm feeling the need to write again, and feeling the need to revel in my completeness. Does that make sense? The completeness bit?

See, forever ago it seems, R and I talked about how God doesn't put us here on earth incomplete. Therefore no one but ourselves and God is responsible for completing us. I firmly believe that, but just now finally feel it. I finally believe in and feel my own completeness. It's fabulous. It's unbelievably wonderful.

And it wasn't nearly as messy as actually giving birth, though the moving truly, truly sucked. *grin*


For more thoughts about birth, visit Sunday Scribblings.

Plenty of seriousness here, but it's really just places I'm perusing, as I find interesting things. Figured I'd share what I'm reading.

Love and Trash

Rowdy Kittens

Read the Printed Word

Gratefulness.org



As I find neat things, I'll bump this up. Feel free to comment and share other places I might find interesting.

My first Friday Five in months is brought to you by the letters O, M, & G.  (Please tell me you get it. *grin*)

Oh...and Jan.

Jan says...

As I opened up my computer this morning, I directly went to my blog and RevGals to see what the newest Friday Five would be! Nothing was here, which seemed odd. Then I went to look at the calendar and counted the Fridays, and it is the THIRD Friday! How did that happen so quickly? It's my turn, so here's a quickie:

1. Do you tend to be a late person or one who is timely, arriving on time or earlier?
Depends on the situation and what's going on. I despise tardiness, but often find myself running at least a couple minutes behind. I do much prefer to be early.

2. Have you forgotten anything of importance lately?
Promising to call a friend who needed a little extra love. I know it hurt her, and it wasn't my usual behavior.
3. Is procrastination your inclination? Why or why not?
Yes, it is. Sigh. I'll put off anything to take a nap or to read a book or do ANYTHING else sometimes. I like to think it's because at work I absolutely refuse to procrastinate. I just want to get everything done. But at home....kitchens are self-cleaning, right?

4. Do you like schedules or spontaneity? Which works best for you?
Again, depends on the situation. If it's something that must be done or gotten to, schedules work for me. If all the responsibilities are met, then I like spontaneity.

5. How do you stay on track with the various things you need to, people you must meet, etc., etc.?
"On the 42 millionth day, God created the iPhone." My precious phone, Phoebe, is always in my hand or on my hip. Always. I found a great app that syncs with my Google calendar and I can create an alarm in. Plus, the Google calendar is set up to send me a daily agenda. The only thing I do not schedule is worship and prayer. Those just happen.

BONUS: Whatever comes to mind about forgetfulness or lateness.
I had a teacher with an adage that seems to have taken on a life of its own with his former students and co-workers.

To be early is to be on time.
To be on time is to be late.
To be late is to be wrong.

Granted he was proving a point about getting to rehearsal on time, but who ever wants to be wrong on a regular basis? Every time I'm running behind or I'm waiting on someone who is, I can hear him saying that to us. Every time.

For more musings about running late, check out today's Friday Five at RevGalBlogPals.

I've heard for years about this concept of "sleeping in."  My first thought is always "in what?" Your bed? new pajamas? Socks (in bed, really? YUCK!)? A bowl of spaghetti? WHAT are you sleeping in?

Then the person will clarify--"I just love leaving the alarm clock off and getting extra sleep." OOOOOH, gotcha.

No, actually, I don't. I would love to sleep late. Hell, most nights I'd just love to sleep. But sleeping in would be good too. My plans to sleep in are always thwarted though. Sometimes my internal clock just says "get up." Sometimes there's just too much on my plate to sleep in. Other times, wakefulness comes in the form of a still, small....nose in my neck from a little dog who needs to potty NOW. The WonderDog's internal alarm is more finely tuned than mine. Maybe I need to replace the battery in mine. Oh wait, that's why I drink coffee. *grin*

Anyway, was up and moving at 6 this morning. I've given The WonderDog his morning constitutional, made coffee, watched the weather, and watered all my new plants. (Does anyone have any idea why my firebush is looking so peak-ed? Seriously..comment. I've been watering like the guide said to and it's just not happy.) Thought I'd get online and be the first commenter for the Friday Five at RevGalBlogPals, but I'm apparently up before that crew this morning. They, obviously, can sleep in when they want to.

As I sit here at my desk in my still new office (two weeks new), I'm watching the morning pilgrimage to the coffee house. My house is conveniently located at the other end of the shared alley. This is dangerous for me, but so far I've limited myself to two visits since moving in. Though I did borrow their patio for a little quiet Sunday afternoon. I've gotten to where I recognize the cars coming by, the regulars. It's nice to feel like there's a routine out there, even if it's not mine.

The WonderDog is nestled in my lap, I'm on cup of coffee number 2, and a glance at the clock tells me that I'm already behind schedule for my shower, seeing as how I have to drive into the Big City today to visit my doctors. Ah, well, there will be a break in there to do a little musing and grab a cup of coffee. I'm already trying to scope out a park in my brain, or a bookstore with a quiet corner for my in between times today.

Enjoy your Friday--when you finally get up this morning. *wink*

Lord If I Know: The Voice of God

As I "blog-shopped" on RevGals this morning while enjoying my coffee and waiting on the Friday Five prompt, I found Aaron's blog, Lord if I Know. His most recent post, linked above, moved me this morning and will certainly be the fodder for my thoughts today.

Thank you, Aaron.

 

Well, I was going to get all into this summer project of mine and cook something today. Bu I’m not feeling quite up to par, so I’m thinking the extent of my cooking today may be a grilled cheese. Or a run through the Jack in the Box on the way home. We’ll see.

 

I have, however, after telling M about my little project, started dreaming big. I’m gonna take this show on the road. No, seriously, I’m going to do this up, right. Check for the new tag “eating single” and be prepared for me to work hard at what I’m doing with this project.

 

This week, I’m going to mess with my lasagna recipe, see how to easily cut it down, and still make it healthy. I’ve taken to not buying meat much at home, preferring instead the soy varieties in the freezer section. I’m thinking I can easily make that work for me, so as to not have to buy ground meet or Italian sausage in bulk. Granted, for me, “in bulk” means that I’ve had to buy a whole pound of it. *grin* I’m also going to try my breakfast casserole baked in a ramikin.

 

I’m kind of excited. Ok, really excited. I’ve got a plan, and some ideas to get me started. YAY ME!

I’ve moved into this new place, have lots more space, a bigger kitchen. And no microwave.

 

I expect gasps here, but really it’s okay. I’ve decided to try not using one here at home. Granted, the work one is available to me, but I really want to see if I can manage without it. Goodness knows I don’t need the sodium-filled foods that I find in the freezer section of my local grocery store. Really, who does need those?

 

I made a comment to a friend last night—not the first time I’ve made this comment in the last couple weeks—that I don’t believe in leftovers. Seriously, they’re against everything in me. Can’t imagine why you’d want to eat the same foods days in a row when you can make each day special with it’s own meal. Who cares if that “own meal” is occasionally a bowl of cereal or a scrambled egg?

 

Not believing in leftovers makes cooking for a single girl a bit of a challenge. I have plenty of “for two” recipes, but that still leaves leftovers. Granted, sometimes those make it to work with me for lunch the next day, but more often than not they don’t. And some of my best recipes, like my lasagna or breakfast casseroles, I’ve never figured out how to make for just one.

 

So, my random thought today went something like this (bear with me, it was a little groggy, I got to sleep late for the first time in weeks and haven’t had coffee yet.) …..

 

I’m going to learn how to adapt recipes for single people. It’s a trial and error. It’s gonna be a mess. BUT, it solves not only my dilemma with leftovers (because, forgive me, even if I don’t believe in leftovers, I can still hear that classic 1980s parental line “there are starving children in Ethiopia), it also provides me with a challenge this summer.

 

And fodder for all you darlings to read here. Or maybe it’s an excuse to get me writing again. Whatever!

 

By the way…did anyone else ever want to respond to the Ethiopia line with “it really doesn’t matter if I eat all my peas or not.”