The Garbage Truck and the Delivery Truck

Things I'm taking to the trash this fall:

The hope that I will someday be a spotless housekeeper, okay just a good housekeeper

The fear that I will never publish a book

The fantasy that I will feel skinny while being able to eat what I want

Things I'm having delivered to myself:

A regular schedule of excercising weekdays (don't raise your pulse, I'm just walking)

Reading a proverb a day, prayer during walk

Writing AND reading whenever I want to 



What's in your inbox and outbox?

School Starts

I kissed my college student good-bye this morning as she trekked off to junior college. She still lives at home, as do my three other daughters. I don't even have the tiniest idea of what an empty nest is like.  It's just as well. I'm not nearly ready.

While many of my friends are dropping off kids far away, I am putting the dishes into the dishwasher from my little birdie's early morning breakfast. and dropping off PE clothes for the high school student. Alas, I am still indispensable.

My time will come. But I am not quite ready.

So for now, I look forward to more laundry than is physically possible for my heavy-duty washing machine to handle, more beauty products in the bathroom than Sephora stores in it's warehouse, and a schedule that would give Martha Stewart a faint heart.

I have not become a famous author. I have not wowed crowds with my piano playing. I have not been asked to speak at any large gatherings. I have a modest amount of friends. I don't even have much of a bank account. (big surprise)

But. I am the mother of four of the most delightful children on the planet. They are my claim to fame!

Still. One is glad when September rolls around!!!

En-titled

I have a thing for titles. Yup. Just titles.

Such as:

Waltzing Before Sunset

Lake of Dreams

The Greening of September

The Cat's Tale

Morning for Momma

Bentley's  Boarding House

Hardly Breathing

Just fun sounding words, that evoke an entire story.

Then again, when I've written  book, or story, the title just escapes me like fluff blown from a dandelion, and the only ones I can think of  sound just as seedy.

Oh well. I talked to someone else today who had the same problem. 

I'm reassuring myself I must be normal!

Second Guess

You know the feeling. It's that nagging voice that tells you the great idea you just had is lame.

According to most personality tests, some of the population is plagued with this 'decision making anxiety'. I am one of them. As soon as I hit 'send' when I'm writing I start wondering what I should have changed, and telling myself that someone else would have done better.

It's the single reason I don't follow through on a lot of my ideas. I'm just not confident they're good enough. And the truth is, most of them probably aren't.

But I don't want to let that stop me. After all, Thomas Edison learned several thousand ways not to make a light bulb. And then, he made one. The whole world is benefiting. That little voice just told me "You're not going to do anything that stupendous."

I just told it to be quiet, because I'm typing.

25 Years

In 25 years you can grow a large oak tree. Or establish a business. Or educate a child.

You can also decompose a plastic bag. Partially.

A lot can happen in a couple decades or so. Whether by accident or on purpose, patterns are built that reflect the activity that has gone on in that amount of time.

These days it's considered an accomplishment for a marriage to last for 25 years.

If that's the case my husband and I have made that accomplishment. When we said 'for better or worse' we had no idea what we were getting into. Who does?

And often our compatibility has been a combination of accident and on purpose.

To be honest it hasn't been that difficult to live with the same man for so long. I guess I'm blessed in a special way. But I wouldn't know. Because I'm not trying anyone else out to find out. This one suits me fine.

We're going for the big tree. The massive oak that shelters everything around it and has its roots so far in the ground the wildest storm would feel like a summer breeze.

Here's to another 25, or more!

Pinteresting

In case you hadn't noticed, there's a new kid on the block.

The ultimate way to dream your way through life in full color is keeping many of us from actually living it.

pinterest.com is such a nice way to forget that you haven't made your bed yet, or that the project you started in the living room still looks like a scene from urban decay, or that you haven't even thawed the chicken from the freezer, and it's dinner time. Don't say I didn't warn you about clicking the link. You might not come back.

I know we'll all reach a saturation point and it will go the way of farmtown.  But for now, I'm oogling wonder, creativity, and everything I ever wanted.

I'll catch you later.
I've just got to repin the pictures I saw while testing the link for this post!

Getting Organized

Why does it seem I must get organized to get organized?

For a creative, the hardest thing is to prioritize drudgery and DO IT.

So, in order to make sense of my higgledy-piggledy system of 'storage', which translates to I have too much stuff sitting around without a proper place to put it, I must step back and analyze the problem on my blog. It's my way of looking at it critically.

Sometimes it helps me to look at the smudge on my glasses in order be able to clean them.

So here goes. My DO LIST:

Multiple media getting dusty. Must throw a lot out.
Recycling piling up. Must acquire more bins to hold it neatly and haul to recycle place.
Paperwork for several streams of work. Must establish a place to keep it, and labeling system.
School supplies backing up. Make space for new items.
New ideas bulging out of brain space. Must makepinterest.com list in order of importance.
Pinterest.com invading time. Must set timer while on Pinterest.


Well that about does it. Except for:

Blogging becoming addicting. Must get off blogspot and go do boring cleanup!

See y'all when I've done some real work!