Song.
This is the song that has been stuck in my head…
for
three
days.
I’ll take it.
❤
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A life in threes
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November 3, 2013
Cultivating Le Petit Bonheur.
Oh, today. I needed to hear this today:
There are times when it is hard to believe in the future, when we are temporarily just not brave enough. When this happens, concentrate on the present. Cultivate le petit bonheur (the little happiness) until courage returns. Look forward to the beauty of the next moment, the next hour, the promise of a good meal, sleep, a book, a movie, the likelihood that tonight the stars will shine and tomorrow the sun will shine. Sink roots into the present until the strength grows to think about tomorrow.
~ Ardis Whitman
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And with that in mind, I am focusing on small things that make me happy.
Since our riding lawnmower is broken – its motor won’t start because the battery is perpetually dead – I bought another lawnmower today.
I bought a manual push mower.
Like the kind that you might see in a cartoon.
Like the kind that Ward Cleaver probably used.
The kind with rotary spinny-blades that have to be sharpened with…er, whetstones.
Like the kind that environmentalists (like my dad, or come to think of it, Freyr) could appreciate because they are entirely manual, therefore their use contributes to cleaner air, less noise pollution, and decreases one’s personal carbon footprint.
So. Yes.
Finding ways towards being a little bit more environmentalist makes me happy.
(And I just think of the workout that I will get, mowing my 1/3 of an acre yard. I almost can’t wait for it to get here, just for that fact alone.)
I had to order it online. I was kinda delighted that they still exist – these rotary blade lawnmowers.
And you want to hear something funny/odd?
All the reviewers point out that, while they love the mower, many reviewers lament that their mowers needed to be replaced because manual mowers are more likely to be stolen because gasoline is expensive.
Duly noted.
~~~
Oh, and speaking of my dad…
He died six years ago this October 20th, and being that this is the time of year when one may be moved to honor ancestors – especially in these last few days with Samhain, All Saints Day, Dia Del los Muertos , and the like – it seems almost magically fitting that my sister sent me this picture this morning:
That’s my dad…eating a Krispy Kreme doughnut, one of his most favorite things in the world.
He was dying of cancer when this picture was taken. It was about three months before he lost his eye, and about two years before he died.
Even though my mother would get angry whenever my father would eat ‘junk food’ – she had him on a strict macrobiotic/organic diet that she believed would halt the growth of his cancer — he would never refuse the opportunity to eat a Krispy Kreme doughnut.
Even if it got him in trouble with my mother. Or made him sick afterwards.
So here’s to you, Dad.
Here’s to you cultivating your little happiness ❤
October 25, 2013
Strength.
Things are already getting quite difficult around here.
Please pray for me if you are so inclined.
Thank you.
October 24, 2013
Legitimate.
Steak and potatoes for breakfast: totally legit.
September 28, 2013
Closed.
The emergency clinic that I was referred to last night is
not
open
on
Saturdays.
*sigh*
September 8, 2013
Another thing to keep my hands — and mind — busy.
I might have said this at my other blog, but I don’t know if I’ve said it here:
I’ve taken up crocheting.
My youngest kid has, too.
It’s very relaxing – and the both of us have spent some quality time bonding this way. We watch TV – usually old episodes of Adventure Time, or Supernatural – and help each other with our crocheting projects.
Though I’ve known it for years, it fills me with joy to see my kid realizing the sense of accomplishment that comes when one has created something with one’s own hands.
We are working on a scarf, I suppose, since we are just beginners:
Yes, I know that we live in a mainly tropical climate – and scarves will hardly ever be as necessary as we would hope — but it’s been gratifying to work on a Thing together, my kid and I.
I like the earth tones especially — the greens, browns, and greys of this yarn that we’re using — but I didn’t read the suggested directions that one should plan to buy two skeins of it to make this scarf as described.
(Hell, I think that I might buy a bit more than two more skeins — and learn to make a matching hat to go with this scarf.)
Meanwhile, we will practice on keeping our work straight but loose right now, as we get in touch with LSP’s feelings, and follow Sam and Dean through their second season of adventures.
September 1, 2013
Sometimes, things are totally what they seem.
My husband, V and I went to the local outlets today.
While there, V bought some cologne — Bvlgarie Soir.
While shopping, however, we discovered how incredibly, almost absurdly *direct* the marketing seems to be for men’s cologne.
Case in point, we sampled a cologne called Power, and a cologne called Victory.
And we found out that it seems that things are what you might think:
Power comes on strong, but fades after a time; meanwhile Victory remains steady and vaguely fruity smelling even hours later. (Yes, Victory is sweet. ;))
LOL
August 25, 2013
Oranges….and joy.
The Orange
At lunchtime I bought a huge orange
The size of it made us all laugh.
I peeled it and shared it with Robert and Dave—
They got quarters and I had a half.
And that orange it made me so happy,
As ordinary things often do
Just lately. The shopping. A walk in the park
This is peace and contentment. It’s new.
The rest of the day was quite easy.
I did all my jobs on my list
And enjoyed them and had some time over.
I love you. I’m glad I exist.
Wendy Cope
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It’s been quite interesting both in — and out of — my head these past few days.
Things are happening, and some of that just feels as if things are finally coming together in a few important ways.
Lately, when I am writing or thinking about such things, I get so revved up that I feel that I must get up and move around to dispel some energy.
It’s strange — sometimes I almost want to read what I’m feeling as anxiety — but lately, it’s been feeling more like excitement, anticipation …maybe even joy.
Maybe joy is a kind of anxiety.
I was thinking and writing about the weekend, about the ring, and about the whiskey, and about all the things coming together — and suddenly, I just had to get up and move a bit.
It’s a good kind of excitement, I suppose.
I am learning.
I am happy.
~~~
August 10, 2013
Decisions, decisions.
I’m having a rough time tonight.
A nice friend helped me sort sort of it out, however, and it’s come down to two sides to the decision:
Should I feel like an idiot?
or
Should I feel like a failure?
August 9, 2013
Hold on, I’m having a moment…
About three o’ clock this afternoon, I was having a moment in my local Publix, when I realized that the Doors’ rendition of “Gloria’ was playing on the in-store music system.
Of course, it was likely this version:
…because it ended entirely too soon.
While I definitely heard Jim Morrison screaming, I don’t think that it was the full Doors’ (read ‘dirty’) version:
…which totally involves that infamous second and third verse.
~~~
But I know those verses, so while I was half-expecting them, I was also sadly aware that I was standing there in the canned goods aisle, with my mind on all those things that Publix doesn’t intend to sell to me.
But! — if Publix had played the full version, then it would have totally been a…truly Dionysian moment par excellence.
“Here she is in my room, oh boy…”
Oh boy, indeed.
;D
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