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Planning ahead, not my strong point…

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We had our first good, soaking seasonal rain!

That makes me very happy. It rained quite hard during the night, which didn’t bode well for sound sleep. Normally, I sleep like a baby when it rains, but I have guests in the guesthouse and the last time it rained (the previous season), the roof in the lounge sprung a leak. Ugh. So we ‘fixed’ it, but couldn’t know for sure if it was fixed until we had some violent wind and rain again. Which we did last night. Hence the sleeplessness…

But, YAY!, the guests were happy this morning, they had better sleep than I did because there was no leak.

I am trying to fine tune my planning for the reno of the guesthouse, and I am battling a bit. I found some wallpaper that I quite like in my friend’s stash, but I’m not exactly sure yet if I want to use it, and if I do, which one to use. I can’t decide on the colour schemes in the new bedrooms. There’s a bit of a problem with the positioning of the basin in the new bathroom and I’m not sure if I should try and solve it now, or while we are actually there, doing the work. I know myself, I’m over here all ‘planning ahead’, but when push comes to shove, everything will probably happen at the same time and only when we are in the thick of things!

So, why bother now? Mmmm…I heard you mumbling under your breath over there! I’m trying to be pro-active here people, give me a break! But it is just easier for me to make these decisions as things happen. I ‘see’ what I want to do then, and usually the colour scheme sorts itself out when I find one item I really love, like a scatter cushion, or a lamp or a rug or something. I can’t stop myself from trying to plan now either, because I am anxious to get things going. Oi…

In the meantime, I will be enjoying the wet earth, the cloudy weather, and I’ll keep on looking all over for inspiration to strike me! πŸ˜€

Monday musings.

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Tree at sunrise.

I do love alliteration, don’t you? πŸ˜€

Mondays used to be a hated day in my books. Then there was a short while that I actually didn’t like weekends. I kid you not! That was during a period when we were at home weekend, after weekend, after weekend – not going anywhere, not seeing anybody, just home. All. The. Time.

But now, being older (just a bit), and wiser (a lot !), I want to ask you the following:

  • when your alarm goes off on a Monday, and you hit the snooze button, and then you snuggle into your comfortable bed for a few minutes more, are you thankful for that bed? Thankful for the fact that you’ve got a roof over your head and a bed?
  • when you get up and jump into the shower, are you at all aware of the fact that there are people who do not have that luxury?
  • When you sit down for breakfast, or grab a cup of coffee, do you ever think about the people who don’t have the same privileges you do?

See where I’m going with this? Because if you don’t, I’ve got a few more things to put on my list…

The important one that I need to get to, is this – I’m sure that the main reason you hate Mondays is because it means you have to go to work. Not so?

Well, I for one, do not feel sorry for you – YOU’VE GOT A JOB! You can look after your family. Pay your mortgage. Buy food. So many people are out there without jobs, and now with Covid, thousands more will be jobless. And they lie awake at night wondering how they are going to put food on the table, wishing that, in the morning, they can get up and go to work.

So, my dear blog friend, if you are in the privileged position to have a job that you can go to on a Monday morning, please do so with alacrity. If you absolutely, positively despise your job, I know it will be difficult to be thankful, but still, try to be, because you do get a pay check at the end of the week/month. And while you are earning money for the job you hate, start looking out for something else, start thinking about how you can change your situation. But all the time, be thankful. Please.

Until we chat again, be happy! πŸ™‚

Jack of all trades, master of none?

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I’ve been concentrating on writing about wellness lately, maybe because that is where my mind is at, for the moment at least.

I am not an expert on wellness, or psychology. I read up about a range of different ways to relax, to keep calm, and not to let the stressful times we live in impact too much on my life and health. I am getting to the point of being very knowledgeable about my own wellness, but other than that I am still trying out different things to see what works for me.

I am also not an expert on cooking and baking, although I love doing both. I watch a lot of cooking and baking programmes on TV, and I’ve tried some of the recipes – some came out brilliantly, some less so. I do not have the time, in my days or in my life, to perfect my techniques in the kitchen, but I haven’t had many complaints about my food and I’ve received quite a few compliments, so I think I’m doing OK.

Some of my efforts in the kitchen, during lockdown. Bread, rusks, pancakes, rolls and sauerkraut. The sauerkraut was something new for me…

I adore knitting and crocheting. But, you guessed it! I am not an expert in knitting or crocheting. That’s fine – I’ve made quite a lot of things that have made people happy over the years, so I’ll carry on doing just that! I have made coats and jerseys and beanies without patterns, but I’ve never ‘designed’ patterns or made videos on YouTube, and I can live with that.

Some of the projects I’ve made or finished during lockdown. Beanies for my son, beanies for my granddaughter, and some jerseys for myself.

I also love photography, but I am very far from being an expert at that. So I will keep taking pictures, probably until I die, and nothing much will ever come of it, but that’s fine, I enjoy seeing things ‘in pictures’, and I love saving moments for myself, and maybe for the people that love me, for after I’m gone.

I wonder if it’s better to be okay in a lot of things, but not an expert, or should I have focused my attention on one of my interests early on – maybe I could have earned more money out of that? But that’s a moot point, since I will never know what the alternative could have been!

I will keep dawdling on in my own way with the things that bring me joy – maybe, in the end, that is all that counts.

Until next time, stay safe and be happy. πŸ™‚

The place of Sentiment in your life.

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My maternal grandparents ca. 1932

Sentiment.

How important is it to you? How does that influence your life? Or more to the point, how does it impact on your home, and your relationships?

I used to be very sentimental, and found it difficult to throw just about anything out, even after its usefulness had run out. But then I moved out of the house that has been home for more than twenty years, and as I was packing I realized that I have so much stuff from my childhood, and from my student life, and married life, I couldn’t possibly pack everything, and find a place for it in my new place of residence. I had to sift through everything and only keep what I could use, or things that really, really mattered.

I did not find this process easy, and I have repeated it a few more times since then. Every single time, I threw out a lot of things that I actually would rather have kept. But, I can only imagine what my current house would look like if I had kept everything that reminded me of something or someone.

Does that make me less sentimental? I do actually think so, because I can block the emotional reaction I have to certain things, and decide with my head instead of my heart, what I should throw out or keep.

I may be wrong, but I do think that there is very little place for sentiment in the modern era. In general ‘old stuff’ does not mean much to the younger generations. Or am I wrong?

Could it be that they grow into it? I remember years ago my mom wanted to give me a set of plates and side plates that I grew up with, and I pulled my nose up at it! Now, I would give anything to have that set.

There will always be things that I will never get rid of, (I’ll leave that to my children to do after I’m gone! πŸ˜‰ ), but I do try and keep those to a minimum, so my home and my life don’t get smothered in ‘stuff’. I also think it is a way of moving on with one’s life, to not stay bogged down in the past.

My SO* is at this moment in his life busy cleaning up and throwing out, and he used to keep EVERYTHING… he calls me to tell me how he is suffering, how hard he finds it to throw things out, and I can hear in his voice how he hates it. Things that have been buried in boxes in the garage, mind you, but up to now, he could not get himself so far to sort and discard.

There is a time and place for everything, I always say. You will know when you are ready to clean up – for some it will be sooner than it will be for others.

Keep safe and happy until next time! πŸ™‚

 

Alone/Lonely

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Friday night, and I’m home alone.

I hate being on my own on a Friday night, but tonight it was my own doing. My choice. But now I hate it. I’m trying to convince myself that I’m loving it, but I don’t believe myself.

The positive side of it is that I can do what I want, watch whatever I want on TV (there’s nothing to watch, by the way), eat what I want (nope, nothing I feel like in the house), take a long, leisurely bath (yip, did that). But, if I’m not alone because I really want to be, I’m lonely. Simple as that.

I don’t have a problem with my own company, since I’m an introvert, so I generally do not enjoy idle chitchat, especially not with random strangers. I’m in a relationship with a Leo – a total extrovert, who can chat with anybody, anywhere. You see the problem?

But here’s how I get myself out of the lonely funk:

  1. I get on the internet, and I start listening to music. I might start of with sad songs, like the one I’m listening to now – Everybody Hurts by Kelly Clarkson and Pink, but as I’m scrolling down, the feel and tempo might start changing. Music is magic!
  2. I always feel like I want to put my feelings into words, so I start writing. In this case, I blog. I haven’t done so in months, but as soon as the music started playing, I automatically opened WordPress, and hereΒ I am! Feeling better already.
  3. I get myself a glass of wine, and something to snack on. Wine seems to do the trick, especially combined with good music.

That’s basically it. I give myself another ten to fifteen minutes, and I’ll only be ‘alone’, not feeling ‘lonely’ any more. πŸ™‚

You guys have yourselves a wonderful weekend!

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