I think I have blogged about this, shared this, and posted this almost everywhere. I must admit, I am really impressed with how this turned out. The White House has some of these, too. Those are done by professionals. I like mine! We have already decided on next year's festive garb. It will be Western. I'm going to need more boughs as the skirts from the old West were longer than midi's. (here is where you can read more about this project!)
"Need is a blanket with holes in it. The tighter you hold it, the more you notice what is lacking". ~Mary Shaw
When my friend, Mary, shared this quote with me last night, I knew immediately what she meant. What do you see in this phrase?
Ice is strange stuff. When it is cold and foggy we get hoarfrost (which is what is on the photo above). Hoarfrost makes everything fuzzy looking and if the sun shines before it melts, oh la! What gorgeous shapes and designs are created!
I went to the doctor today and he mentioned I have something called golfer's elbow. This irritates me to no end. The closest I've come to anything golf related was moving some of mum's golfing gear when I was home last summer. When I googled what else might cause it (thank goodness for Google!) I found using the computer may be one of the causes. "The activity generally needs to be done for more than an hour a day on many days to cause a problem." GREAT-caps are for sarcasm. It is the fault of the mouse.
So, what is one of the better ways to help alleviate the pain? Ice. Not an old fashioned warm heating pad, but ice. Yes, I grew up in Alaska. Yes, I like cold. No, I do NOT like to wrap myself in cloth that holds ice and sit for ages.
Ice belongs in beverages, freezers, on lakes for skating (I used to love that as a kid), in icicles hanging off the roof, and pretty much anywhere outside. I do not want to put it on my skin! Eons ago ice was for headaches (in cartoons you might see someone with a bag of ice on their head). Heating pads were for other injuries.
Maybe we were always supposed to use ice. I know I grew up with heating pads. Maybe cuz I was in Alaska people thought soothing and relaxing was generated from heat, not cold. I don't know, but it seems silly to do that calming thing with ice. Unless it involves some sort of alcohol.
I remember, when the boys were small, I made ice packs. They were created with plastic zip seal baggies, a folded over paper towel, and water. Easy and disposable and took up almost no room in the freezer where they rested til needed. Heating pads would have been much harder to make and store.
I think ice is supposed to shrink sore things. Which is odd cuz ice makes bottles and containers expand. It makes little sense. I'll try some more of the Tiger Balm first and then, if necessary, maybe I'll attempt ice. Besides in my Diet Pepsi!
When I took this picture, it made me laugh out loud. The purple finch seems to be saying, 'hey, lady!! you haven't filled the feeder with seeds today! Get to it!'
So often we are that bird. We look through a window at the person inside and insist on needing fed. At least, I do. I completely forget I can fly and seek my own snacks. What I wrote in 'I'm Alive' is so often what I feel like. The consequences of dogs, bigger birds, or even >gasp< cats! keep me seeking the safety of staying put. Those are things that can harm me. I should be cautious. But, as my blogging friend, Jon, said recently, (this is loosely paraphrased) we need to stop being afraid of fear. He said it much better. But, he was right. Caution is good, being afraid to the point of stagnancy is bad.
So, take from the feeder. But, when the seeds are gone, don't be afraid to fly somewhere else.
This has been a week from hell. And it is only Tuesday. Monday, I had an MRI, which took quite a while and involved being injected with a dye. It wasn't as bad as it could have been, but it wasn't sleeping in my bed with the cats. Today I had a visit with the OB/GYN. Never one of my favorite experiences, although this time we talked about books during the most invasive part of the appointment. While searching my bag during the consult part of the appt, I found the substantial check I had received yesterday evening ripped in half somehow (I have papers in my bag that have been there for MONTHS and are whole!). I'm scheduled to have a mammogram on Wednesday morning.
At the bank, which is conveniently in a grocery store, I learned I need to send the check pieces BACK to the person I got it from and get the thing reissued. I went out to my car in the parking lot to screech, "Dad-gummit!" Which wasn't as scary as it sounds because it is super windy today. You can hardly hear yourself think, much less hear someone screech at the sky!
I decided I needed ice cream. My absolute favorite kind. The one in the photograph. Back inside , I noticed in the store's freezer section only 4 flavors in the smallest containers. But, not the one I desired. The caramel flavor was in the 2 cup container. I glared at the door it was shelved behind and decided to do it. Carbs be damned, I had my insulin wiht me. I wasn't going to eat it all. Besides, all I could find were soup spoons, not the best implement to eat ice cream with.
The line took forever, I detest self checkout lines. I couldn't even remember my phone number for the discount, I was so stressed out. Finally, I reached my car. I was going to sit there in the front row of the grocery store, eat my ice cream, and read Lisa Petty's book. I took the lid off the larger than usual container. The stupid plastic seal had not been properly stuck on. I didn't care. I was annoyed I left the plastic grocery bag in the store, I needed it for the sticky lid. I also had to look for napkins. Since no one has driven my car much (I was in Alaska for several months, remember?), it is not stocked with things like tissues, napkins, and assorted cleaning supplies.
Once I had the lid off and the spoon in, I could 'open' my reader to hang out with Lisa. I follow her on FB, I read her blog. I can't think of a better person to be with while eating ice cream during a week fraught with annoyances. I wasn't with her, I didn't need to talk to her, I was reading her thoughts. Much better than talking to someone. I wasn't in the mood for chit chat or people. We have a great deal in common, one of the main reasons I follow her.
I finished the ice cream, calculated and injected the amount of insulin I needed, and reluctantly closed Lisa's book for the time being (I'll save the rest to read before my mammogram). She really is a joy. I follow her like a cat would. You know, paying attention as long as I'm not napping or eating, dropping my calm facade when I get totally interested (the giggling at her stuff), then reclaiming my dubious dignity by raving about her work to anyone who cares to listen before dropping off to nap again.
Speaking of which, Moses is at my feet, Maxell is at my hip, the heat is on (great movie, but too bouncy for right now). I'm off to join the cats for the rest of my Petty-cure.
I had no idea there were so many blogs out there relating to vintage lingerie! Such fun stuff--as I was perusing this blog, Those Girls, I was caught by the differences and changes in lingerie. I think I might be more of a 20's/30's girl. I do like the shapewear from the 40's and 50's, but I tend to be more 'loose' in my garb!
The other site I visited was the kicker for fun underwear. What Katie Did. There is a UK and a US link. If I ever get rich and well, rich, I'd love to get my hands on one of these creations. (on an aside, am pretty sure 'What Katie Did' was also a book....) I probably could sew something akin to these. Yet, it is hard to do fittings when the person sewing is the one being fitted!
Enjoy this foray into the underworld of fun fashions!
I've been thinking a great deal about broken hearts and perspectives. I realised something kind of odd. If a heart is whole, how can anything be let in or out? I understand the thought that when one has a broken heart, a person may feel there is nothing there anymore. It has all poured or leaked out. Yet, it is only when something is empty, it can be filled. I would hope my own heart isn't so full it cannot be added to.
I've also never experienced a true broken heart. I do not want to belittle those who have, I know people can die from one. I was looking at it from a different point of view. An angle helping me see where the light can be aimed so the heart will shine again, even through the breaks.
I want to be the kind of person who fills a heart when it needs filled. To be an encouragement and a blessing to others when they ache and are in pieces. I hope I would remember this thought, if I end up broken someday, and allow myself to be filled again. Not to be completely mended, but to be aware I need to be filled over and over again. If I am whole, I may forget what it means to be truly broken.
Winnie-the-Pooh starred in a whole movie about Windsday. My day could have been a movie, but it wasn’t a lighthearted cartoon with bears and a Tigger. I might have seen a heffalump or a woozle, but am not entirely sure. Thankfully, it was mostly in the morning. I’m gonna write it out so there is no crying over spilled milk for this kitten! I’ll just lap it up and flop in the sun with a full tummy. There is always a new day coming!
I had two dr appts. One at 8 am and the other around 920 in the same place. No biggie, right? It was frosty on Wednesday. My car was acting funny, was told it was ok. I got to the next town over and decided I’d better get some gas. It was on the edge of ‘E’. I had a little bit of time and the roads were clear of cars. I got to the station and was told the pumps were all down, which was ok….I also discovered I didn’t have my wallet. Not a problem, really. I always carry cash on me somewhere for emergencies. I couldn’t find it. Not ok.
I managed to get back to the house and found my wallet. It took ages to find it (OK, in a frantic rush, ages is like 5 minutes!) and I was going to be very late for my first apt. Unfortunately, the office wasn’t open yet. I got back to the next town, drove into a different gas station. Since it was almost 8 am, cars were everywhere! I was behind two and when the first one left, I moved up and opted to call the office. I knew it would take a while to get the car filled up. I was still on the phone with the office when my car was ready. I was going to go forward cuz the space in front of me went empty, but someone pulled into it head first. FACING me. I tried to back up to leave and almost ran into another rig! I managed to scrinch out of the area and park in a space to finish the call and get my apt changed. I hung up the phone and burst into tears! I rarely cry like that.
During my first visit, I learned I weighed more than I thought and I’ll need an MRI on my brain and neck (MS). During the second visit I learned I’d lost a pound walking down the stairs (yeah stairs!) and my HA1C was almost 8. They are also changing some of my meds. I also had to go back in after I left, because I forgot to give the second dr my co-pay.
On the way back home, I stopped at DQ for a much deserved reading and eating a mini blizzard break. Which was a very good idea. I spent a fun afternoon in the sunshine ripping out the hop vines and weeding. I paid for it. The next day (Thursday) my blood sugar was super high (had way too much rice for dinner on Wednesday), my body ached, and I slept til I was so low I was sweating. All day it has been up and down. I think the red tide is also expected, so that could be part of it.
The best thing? I got to talk to one of my all time favorite peoples for a very very long time. Katydid has always been one of my heroes! She is one of my rays of sunshine!!
Watched pots never boil. It's good to hope, it's the waiting that spoils it. Nothing is worse than waiting or chasing. Proverbs on waiting are many and often amusing. Waiting is futile for whomever wants to kiss someone's backside. They can also be very thought provoking. Between the wish and the thing life lies waiting. I do not like waiting, which is funny. I am very very good at it.
I often spend my waiting time with a book or by people watching. Two different things that are enjoyable and pass time quickly. I am sure if I had a fancy phone or other device, I would drift in the waters where the net is. However, I am perfectly content with reading!
I can wait for people, I can wait for things to cook, and I can wait while someone is talking. I do NOT like to wait for myself. For instance, if I happen to need to wait to eat a treat (an apple fritter) til I take my insulin first. This is hard to do. If I have to wait until a book is published in a favorite series? This I HATE to do. I am fortunate I don't do much tv, I'm sure I'd not like waiting for new seasons to start. If I know I need to wait for hugs or to see someone, I can. But, I do not like it! Waiting is an interesting idea to ponder on. How well do you wait?
I grew up in Alaska, went to college in Portland, OR and ended up on the coast for 17 years before moving East. Am interested in many different things and am looking forward to sharing them with you!