Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Thursday, August 07, 2014
You know the problem with purging? You inevitably bump against things that spark memories; good and bad. Things that ignite debate; again, good and bad. Things that bring about a paralyzing numbness. This, is most often bad for numbness certainly serves to impact that, "putting one foot in front of the other" method to tamping out . . shit.
As difficult and troubling it has been both physically and emotionally, to begin was necessary and to continue, even more so.
Thus, the project lives.
Permission has been granted to move methodically. Or haphazardly. A quick dump. Or a more deliberate study and sort. There is no deadline. The freedom created by the structure-less structure eases the anxiety (a bit) and cures the nausea (some).
Re-invent? At this juncture it is more about re-discovery. Or . . . recovery.
One step: it is okay to be able to see the floor of the closet.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Oh sure, I was taking a leap into a new opportunity and at that moment the idea of it made me feel vital. But a few months later the realization that I was trying to turn a sows ear into a silk purse settled out my body, wearing on me like kudzu.
So, I set out to clear the vines. I had to find a new job. After being sick most of December, I got busy smack dab in the midst of the worst winter ever to look and look and look. And I found one. Now, four months into that opportunity I am feeling a sense of relief. Most of my duties are familiar but there is some new information to digest and skills to acquire.
There has had to be work behind the scenes to shrink expenses, renegotiate the mortgage, get down to small ball, re-think, re-imagine the newest normal. Not all of the pieces are in place, but they are getting there. And she is still my guide.
However, like last year my birthday is not cause for raucous fanfare. I will be at work. The student will be at school. The actor will be engrossed in the next project. And that is okay. Maybe there will be a brunch on Saturday or Sunday.
Otherwise, I work, maintain, endeavor to have home projects, art projects, mind and body PROjects.occupy. Those things and the folly that is the 45 pound pooch and the two (especially the orange one) cats will keep me rolling along.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Lazy list because I should be in bed, but I'm not--but REALLY should be down for the count.
1. Both Buttah and Cinnamon have been sick. Nothing serious, but damn. Tired. Stressful.
2. I don't even want to begin to tell you how many conversations (with daughter) began with the status
3. Commuting is . . . well, I don't have the words at present. And even if I did--bed calls. .
4. Some purging did happen and will continue, albeit at a turtle's pace.
5. The summer so far has been, in a word, weird.
6. My daughter is slated to assist one of her culinary instructors with a catering gig later today. She is so stoked.
7. I am deep in the throes of a love / have relationship with paper. All paper.
8. But, then again, back and forth it may be, that relationship with paper is . . .ahhh..
10. That said, paper (as in bound in books) must leave. One box is done another shall be completed by the end of next weekend.
11. Just in time to drop off (at the high school) for THE FAIR.
12. No, I will not be shopping at the fair this year.
13. That would be silly.
14. No, really.
Sunday, June 29, 2014
Mostly a pass but on a few fronts, fail.
Or, if not fail then certainly room for improvement.
And improve I shall.
There are too many things in my cramped condo. Now, granted there are two other adults who live with me in this cramped condo. Thus, some of the things do not belong to me. But, I will attend to my shrinking the number of things that do belong to me and work to convince the others to shrink their things as well.
Note: the convincing is directed at daughter as son has been living smaller for a while now. In fact, it is his example I want to follow. That guy's dedication and discipline is epic.And as you might imagine it causes me some joy and pain.
The purging of things is metaphoric. Of course, I have other things on my plate that need attending. Of course there is the juggle between work and play; striking the delicate balance needed to attend to most, and being okay that it isn't ALL.
At least, not all at once
First up, my personal space, my bedroom generally and my personal business (and art) files specifically.
Happy Pride and HELLO JULY.
Monday, June 23, 2014
. ..and so, summer has begun.
Summer in Chicago for many, if not most residents equals being outdoors at one festival or another. The weekends are chock full of options from one end of the city to the other.It is a grand opportunity to visit a neighborhood that is not one's normal stomping ground, to sample foods that may be outside one's comfort zone.
A random art fair aside, outdoor festivals are not typically my cup of tea. My sensibilities are turned off by three elements inherent in these fetes: 1. crowds 2. outdoor eating 3. too many people, wearing too few articles of clothing, imbibing too many fruity spectacles delivered in a culled out pineapples.
On the positive tip though, attending festivals is an excellent way to get in s-t-e-p-s.
While not your typical festival dweller I will, depending on the weather, other commitments, and the neighborhood, check the calendar, pencil in the possible events, and try not to talk myself out of attending at least 3 over the next 3 months.
Summer has just begun and I've already missed more than a dozen. Don't fret there are dozens more.
The actor embraces the festivals and would attend more if he wasn't more often than not, working. He will, though almost always make time for the Printer's Row Lit Fest (I would have gone there had it not been the same weekend as the 57th Street Art Fair) and the Blues Festival.
A Tribune photographer captured the actor at the blues festival last weekend. Check out the gallery. And yes, he pretty much dresses this way for everything, winter or summer, rain or shine.
I do look forward to summer in Chicago, more for the opportunities to get out on my bicycle over attending festivals. But it is grand to know that weekend IN and weekend OUT there is something I could do, somewhere I could go--have a fruity spectacle delivered in a culled out pineapple--if I truly wanted to go that route.
Roll on Summertime. ♥ ♥ ♥