In a dark place AKA Minnesota

Actually the sun is starting to creep back into our dark northern world, or rather daylight.  At this time of the year the sun is hiding - as local meteorologists say we can either have sun or warmth, not both. I want both - that's just how I roll.

Anyone else considering ditching Facebook and Lord Fauntleroy and his ugly Caesar haircut?

So much ugly happening in the world right now.  The true Russian fire hose of hate. They are spraying us with shit from every angle and it's hard to focus. What are you focused on now?  I should be pushing all my energy into climate change, but I find myself calling GOP reps and telling them what sickly cowards I think they are. Because my phone calls are really going to stop them from taking Russian money, right?

So what are you all up to? I bumped into a friend the other day, and we both agreed life is kind of boring right now and that's PERFECTLY FINE! No one close to us is dying. No one's parent's house needs to be cleaned out. Appreciate the lulls life gives you. Take some time to clean out your closets.

Peeking in

I still love my blog and this bloggy world.

Winter here in MN. Like the meme says - you must learn to find joy in snow. If you don't, you won't have any joy but still have the same amount of snow.

How to have a sparkling organized picture- perfect home

1. Have a crap-ton of money

2. Do NOT have children.  They will want to do all number of fun, educational activities like crayons, play do, blanket forts, and they track in acres of dirt.  Only a cruel nincompoop would deprive a child of any of this, so just don’t have them

3. Do NOT have outside interests. This results in extra shoes on the back porch, equipment in the garage, extra mailings and catalogs, and too much clothing. Just stay home and admire your clean house.

4. Do NOT have friends.  They give you gifts like food when you’re sick, and divided perennials for your yard.  And friends always lead to #3.

5. Cover your entire property with cement.  No messy gardening, or composting, or seed catalogs, or coupons for mower repair.  Clean cement with no patio furniture to lounge on or a fire pit to enjoy.  Woodpiles are sloppy! And no unwanted perennials from those friends you don’t have.

6. Don’t ever cook.  EVER! Eat out every meal, alone.

7. Don’t travel.  This means keeping unsightly luggage in your closets, souvenirs to dust, and memories that will interrupt the zen of your perfect home.

8. With your crap-ton of money, have other people come in and buff you and your home to a squeaky shine.

9.  Don’t ever celebrate any holiday. Now you have no need to keep wrapping paper or tape in the house. And two words: pine needles.

10. Don't have a pet. Who needs that unconditional love when you could instead have continuous reflective surfaces?

OR do like us and enjoy a full life with all the joyous mess it entails

Progression of my mornings

the night before ......
I’m setting the alarm nice and early.  I’ll walk for 40 min, meditate for 15, have time for a healthy breakfast and coffee, then shower, make the bed, pack a lunch and head out with 10 min to spare.

First snooze......
Damn! Guess I’ll walk after work.  I’ll even go to the gym

Second snooze.......
Ok, I’ll meditate after supper.  That’s better for sleep anyway

Third snooze........
So I’ll pop a bagel into the toaster and eat an apple on the way

Fourth snooze.......
Shower definitely but I can make the bed after work.  No one but us sees it anyway

Fifth snooze........
I’ll eat at Arby’s near work

Sixth snooze.....
Granola bars in the car are healthy, right?

Seventh snooze.......
Where’s my dry shampoo?


Will I ever become an adult?

And I'm getting older, too......

Photo credit : https://www.theodysseyonline.com/choose-joy-feeling

 

Oh, mirror in the sky
What is love ?
Can the child within my heart rise above
Can I sail thought the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older, too......

 

LANDSLIDE by Stevie Nicks

 

Been musing quite a bit on life, on growing older, on children leaving home.  My baby, my youngest, graduates high school this spring.  And thus ends my life as a Mom with kids at home.  I tried so hard to be present, just BE, for every second but still the years whooshed past. 

 

So this past Saturday I sat listening to her choral concert, knowing we have one more performance until I'm done being a parent in the audience.  The grieving thoughts started, and the empty hole grew in my mind. What does this next step hold for me? Someone who never had a clear vocational niche?

 

As if being whispered in my ear, the alternative view came.

 

As I have always believed, everything we do in kindness or love creates karma that balances the bad.  Each act sends an "invisible bubble" of perfection into the air of our collective human consciousness.  Each phase of life offers us unique chances to create bubbles.
Each kiss.
Each kind word or wish.
Each tear shed in grief.
Each donation.
Each laugh.

All send up "bubbles" of love and joy that surround us and our fellow earthlings. This thick layer of love is insurance against the hate and anger.  So the next step, as every step before, is to find as many opportunities as possible to make bubbles!  Perhaps I found my niche after all.

 

 

President elect Trump

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Frank has a problem

I'm really tired of this hating on the poor, really really feckin tired.

I got into it with a friend. Let's call this friend Frank.  Frank gets his boxers all in a twist at the idea of food stamps, you know, the old "why do I have to work so hard to feed someone who's not willing to work?"

All Frank sees is lazy people all over America taking $20 bills out of his pocket to fuel their drug-addled existence.  Frank refuses to look at facts because they destroy his narrative.  The FACT is that most food and housing assistance folks are white, are working full time, have less than 2 kids, and are off assistance within 2 years.  Literally extending your hand to help a fellow American get back on his feet.

What Frank also refuses to see is the FACT that obscenely wealthy individuals and corporations are indeed taking $100 bills out of his pocket to subsidized corporate jets, off shore accounts, bonuses to failing CEOs, and vacation homes.

Only one of these facts makes Frank's blood boil.  Frank has a problem.