Quite a Journey!
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Location:San Carlos
Quite a Journey!
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Location:San Carlos
Pink and Green Thread in the Serger
Uni on and ready for Spring Training
Thoughts of Quilts Turn to Bright and Light from Dark and Flannel-Pink and Green Predominate
(Pictures from quilting magazines and books)
Ideas of Spring Closet Cleaning Start Dancing in my Head
Notions of Pruning the Plants Creep into my Thoughts
But all these plans for Spring and fresh starts overwhelm us!
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Location:San Carlos
Feb 24-Made 10 fleece blankets for homeless and used 'saved' cardboard box to deliver them for donation
Feb 29-Cleaned out under kitchen sink in preparation for new dishwasher. Threw out a lot of junk! Now the cabinet under the sink looks great and inspires me to continue.
Drought tolerant plant-or the remnants of it. I acquired it when Sheila and Audre were my roommates. This year with no rain makes this plant an important one to keep growing.
Cymbidium from Ann from her mom from her friend Jenny. A long chain of people until it came to me.
Slime mold growing on my compost pile. I spend way too much time watching my yard waste and kitchen scraps decompose. But I dearly love the slime mold that suddenly and colorfully appears at this time of year. Suddenly it's slime mold!
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Location:San Carlos
I once read some advice from a Buddhist monk about dealing with depression. I only remember two things: wash your head (hair) and sweep your front porch. Washing your hair, I believe has the benefits of massaging your scalp, warming your body, and doing something to take care of yourself.
Today I raked leaves and I believe it has the same benefits as sweeping. Though I must admit I only have a small yard and only rake the leaves that the neighbor's big oak tree deposits on my side of the fence. If I lived in an area with bigger yards and more deciduous trees I might have another opinion. Here are the benefits as I see them:
>First, there is the nice repetitive sound of rake-rake-rake (the activity sounds like the word); it is like chanting a mantra or an ohm. I don't see that benefit with leaf-blowers, quite frankly.
> Raking is also moderate exercise that keeps your mind occupied with the movement and away from other matters. It keeps you in the present moment and not anticipating the next disaster. Though, this year with no rain the leaves are dry and light, not heavy with moisture, so the amount of exercise and distraction that raking provides is somewhat reduced.
> And then there is bending and stooping to pick up the piles of raked leaves. The benefits are described in the old Shaker hymn 'Tis the Gift to be Simple' When true simplicity is gained to bow and to bend we shan't be ashamed, to turn, turn, will be our delight till by turning, turning we come round right.
Finally, there is the satisfaction of accomplishing a chore. You don't have to be perfect, because you can always rake again tomorrow, but the yard looks much better after you are done. The leaves are non-judgmental; they don't care if you miss some, and whatever you get done makes a difference.
So, today I raked and felt the benefits. And I may repeat the activity tomorrow.
Location:Home
Mother and I finished 6 quilts to donate. That doesn't count the ones we did for family and friends. Next quilts will be Mother's heirloom ones. The first one is in the works; it has Ann's name on it. I'll post a picture in this blog.
Yesterday Rosalba came to clean. It has been 6 months since Chuy died. Chuy's favorite color was orange and she loved to decorate my house for Halloween. In her sister's memory Rosalba wanted to decorate this year. I didn't want to climb into the attic to bring down the decorations, so we settled on a readily available black tablecloth and the orange runner that Ann brought from Africa. So, here's to you Chuy! Horrible breast cancer ended your life way too soon. We miss you!
Rosalba was very touched by the button that Monika carried in the 3-day breast cancer walk. She is helping me find a good way to display it. Very special people in my life.
Rosalba also knows that soon it will be Diwali so she made sure to put out candles for Narinder. The gesture gave Narinder a chuckle.
Halloween candy is bought; decorations are out; Fall is in the air; let the festivities begin!
Location:Home
Location:Home
This is not symbolic of the beginning of my career compared to the end. For one thing a career beginning is not like a bright and beautiful blooming plant in Spring. It's more like when I first got Spencer. He enjoyed digging in the flower pots and was always uprooting this hydrangea. I was constantly rescuing it, replanting it, and hoping that something would survive and take root. That's more like the start of a career: constant readjustment, repotting, and hoping for the best. The plant did survive and this year it produced beautiful blooms that recently became lovely dried blooms. I carefully saved the dry blooms, imagining that I'll make some sort of artistic dried arrangement this winter. I don't know if this enforces 'I will get new hobbies,' or proves that 'I will organize my belongings' is indeed a myth because I've just added to my disgusting mess. Trade offs always! I'm guessing saving the dried flowers proves a myth as that's my nature.
Had a nice lunch with a friend who is briefly in town. It was nice to reconnect. So, I'm on track with 'I will have time for friends'.
Here are the added myths:
8. Humor remains
A. I will continue to share laughs with my family, friends, and partner.
9. I will not worry.
Location:Santa Clara
I received the following note from a colleague on my last day:
It was really a highlight, even with the short time we strudel in the hall-way or in conference, with your utmost support is well appreciated.
His wishes are sincere and well-intentioned. I appreciate his message to me. Even more I appreciate the humor. For the life of me I cannot figure how we 'strudel' in the hall. So after a good laugh and a consultation of the on-line Urban Dictionary, I am reminded how important humor is to us. I don't intend to trivialize people or situations, but laughing keeps me going. Shared humor has been very important to me with my friends and colleagues. As a gag gift at my good-bye party I got a picture of Coach Belichick from my colleagues in IT. They were teasing me about liking the Patriots and not the Colts. It was another good laugh, though it looks like Bill doesn't get the joke.
I hope I can keep humor during retirement and that continued laughter is not another myth.
Location:Home
Location:Home