Phases and Drifting 

I haven’t posted in a while. Life is busy, and I am lazy when it comes to blogging.

For a while, I was obsessed with mixed-media art. Then I got onto a memory wire bracelet-making kick. From there, I moved on to stretch bracelets and then multi-strand stringing wire bracelets. My technique on the latter kind needs work. 


Is this post about jewelry? I have a separate blog for jewelry that I never write in.

The primary project these days is getting stuff out of my dad’s apartment so he can stop paying rent there in addition to paying for accommodations in the assisted living facility.  This is time consuming work. I wish I had a device that would shrink things. On Doctor Who, the Master had one of those. He used it to kill, not declutter. 

Thinking it would be easier than writing, I considered trying vlogging again. I decided that it is also difficult, so I dropped the notion.

This should be all about documenting my time on this planet. Thus, it needn’t be fancy or grammatically flawless. Posts don’t have to be long either. Get in, say something, get out. There’s a t-shirt fir you.

On Fear

Let’s face it. The world is pretty messed up, and there’s not a lot I can do about it. There’s not a lot, but there is some. I think that people who care about the well-being of other human beings can play a small part in improving things. I believe that my part is to get the message out that we can’t let fear control us. We can’t let others use fear to control us. If I had the moxie and the time, I’d do a Kickstarter to help people deal with the fear that permeates our lives. I’d start an anti-fear non-profit organization. I’d develop an anti-fear or pro-courage app. I’m not that person, though. I’m an idea gal. I’ll use my writing and my art to inspire others to take the kind of action they are good at taking.

Okay, so I know fear is sometimes necessary. It’s designed to keep us safe. Most of us in the United States are safe. I know children are being abused, people don’t have access to healthcare, and there are huge amounts of lead in some cities’ water systems. And there’s tons of other stuff to worry about. Oh boy! Take a step back, though. Look at your life right now. Are you relatively okay? Are you on fire? Are you being shot at right now? If things like that aren’t going on in your life at this moment, you’re okay. Relax and breathe. Maybe you can smile.
Perhaps my take-home message is “take a moment to smile.” That advice may not help anyone except me, but I’m the only person I’m in charge of. I’ll try and do my best managing little ‘ole me.

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Smile

Interior

The prompt is interior.

When I was a kid, my mom had the Better Homes and Gardens Decorating Book. I loved this book! I would look at the rooms (all in 70s style) and dream of having my own house to decorate. As a teen, I read decorating magazines like House and Garden and House Beautiful. I continued to dream of one day living in immaculately decorated spaces.

Now I have a house, a husband, two inside dogs, a cat, and a lot of clutter. I will never live in one of those magazines. I have not made peace with that fact. It makes me anxious and upset when I see all of the disorganization and clutter in my house. If I’m feeling depressed, thinking about dealing with the clutter worsens the depression. I know there’s a way to overcome the problem, but I have other priorities just now. Yes, I’ve considered reading The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up. The idea scares me for some reason. Sometimes I watch Hoarders and thank the gods that I’m not one of them.

I ordered a used copy of that Better Homes and Gardens book. When it arrives I will gaze at the photos and fondly recall my childhood dreams. The book itself will contribute to the clutter problem. I am sometimes not so smart.

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Better Homes and Gardens Decorating Book on Amazon

Gone

The prompt is gone.

Is it a good idea to sit down and list the things that are gone from your life? Let’s see how it goes.

1) My childhood (but, not really)

2) My modern dance technique (mostly)

3) My mother (but she’s always with me)

4) My Cincinnati Reds toboggan Рsome call it a knit cap  (lost a few days ago)

5) My strong desire to perform (mostly)

6) My beer can collection (from childhood)

Some, but not all of my fears have disappeared. I’ve lost some bad habits and gained new ones. Counting losses doesn’t feel productive, but it may be a legitimate way to evaluate one’s life. Self-evaluation is something we should add do from time to time. Right?

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Mom and me.

 

Documenting some of it

Cat wearing cone.
Today, a picture of my cat Pericles came up on Timehop. It was from three years ago, and he was wearing a cone. I couldn’t figure out why he had a cone on, so I searched the blog. I found it was three years ago that he was at the vet for the bladder blockage that resulted in him being put to sleep. I was thinking I lost him two years ago, but my blog told me the real story.Thus, I was reminded of how useful a blog is for keeping track of your personal history. I decided it was important to post something right away. This is it.

I have a stack of documents that’s been awaiting digitization for a very long time. I think I’m finally ready to tackle it. Today is the day.

My car stereo stopped working today. It’s probably yet another blown fuse. The car is also pulling left; it must be time for an alignment.

I got a B in Digital Humanities. I wanted an A, but it really doesn’t matter in the great scheme. I am done with grad school. I feel like I can’t loudly declare that I have two masters degrees until my diploma arrives in the mail. But hey, I’ve got two masters degrees!

Here’s a weird digital snowman because this is Christmas Eve.

Weird digital snowman.

Made with Sketchclub for iOS and Dreamscope.

The Soul

I’ve created a mini mythos for myself. It centers around a car, or rather, a crossover vehicle called the Kia Soul.

It started several months ago when I kept seeing a green Soul. I thought it was following me. I would see it everywhere I went. Somehow, I believed it was the same car and not different ones belonging to different drivers. 

I began to think of the green Kia as a guardian angel. When I came to accept that there was more than one of them, I decided there was a team of guardian angel crossover vehicles watching over me.

Green Kia Soul parked.

Green Kia Soul parked.

I’m not actually crazy. I know this is something I made up to amuse myself, but I also believe that we create our own reality. For people who believe in Jesus, Jesus is real. I believe in the Kia Soul.

The Kia fixation began to feel dumber as more green ones stared showing up. There are two in my work parking lot on most days, and one at the place where my dad is. One day I didn’t see the green ones at work, but there was a black one (or white, I can’t remember). I attached some meaning to this. After that I began seeing Kia Souls of many different colors. I realized that this is just a very popular car. I wasn’t manifesting them with my special powers. Or was I? Like Fox Mulder, I wanted to believe. I decided to interpret the presence of multiple Kias as a message. The message is that the universe is flooding me with opportunities. All I have to do is keep recognizing them.

Okay, I may be a little crazy, but I am able to find comfort in my little religion. When I’m driving around town feeling worried, a Soul goes by and reminds me that everything is just fine. Maybe my brand of crazy is healthy. Maybe it’s material for the novel I will write someday. Perhaps I should buy a Kia Soul. It’s a very cute car!

A little bit of nothing

I considered writing a poem that would begin with the words “poetry smoetry,” but I dismissed the idea believing it would go nowhere.

I finally wrote that post about audiobooks. For the record, I found another @girl in the title” audiobook. It’s The Girl from the Sea by Shalini Boland. So far, it’s good.

We did a bit of photogrammetry in the Digital Humanities class.  My effort didn’t turn out well.

My group project for class involves adding content to members of the List of Classic Female Blues Singers on Wikipedia. It won’t be easy to find info on these women, but I’m planning to learn a lot about the blues. I’ve purchased three books!

There’s a lot more I could say, but I’ll call it a night. I’m not going to start another jewelry project tonight either. This one’s from yesterday.