Thursday, November 15, 2018
I start my decades on the "zero" years, so my next birthday will commence a new decade. I am anticipating great things. It is nice to end the 50s with a surge of creativity & house-in-order.
308. Think about your current decade. What could you do to bump it closer to the top fave list? More self care? Less "news" watching? More hanging out with good friends? Less hanging out with "habit" people who drain you rather than fill you? (Just say NO!)
Thursday, November 8, 2018
At the end of July, at Clark's first birthday party/Winter family reunion, I got an Oura ring, when Bruce & Helen got upgrades & passed theirs along. My old phone's bluetooth was not cool enough for Oura, so there it sat. But, I now have a feisty little Google Pixel 3. Apparently its bluetooth is copacetic, because the ring works just fine, telling me I sleep pretty darn well & I should get more exercise. Grin. Anyway, the phone can just sit around & wait for me to check in with it, since I don't have the compulsion to be reachable at all times...
I'm heading for my monthly poetry open mic (without a mic) tonight, reading a couple of the dozens of new poems I've written in the last few months & also a poem by Matthew Dickman, from All-American Poem, which is a completely delightful book. It was also a source of synchronicity for me, because my page-a-day quote calendar had stated: "More than putting another man on the moon, more than a New Year's resolution of yogurt and yoga, we need the opportunity to dance with really exquisite strangers." Lovely, I thought, setting that page aside to read again, rather than chucking it into the recycling bag. A few days later, I chose a book at random from the poetry section in the library, because I was almost done with the current poetry book I was reading for the Bradbury Challenge. Grab a book, open it, read part of a poem to yay or nay it. The Yays had it. Second poem in the book: "Slow Dance." More than putting a man on the moon... How cool is that!
307. Get out some sidewalk chalk & make an ephemeral mark.
Thursday, November 1, 2018
Instead, we have this lovely little spy I discovered keeping tabs on a neighborhood from a secure location which I will not disclose.
Yes, it's true, I'm back in the blogging biz, thanks to Keeper of the Tomes, who made a point to let me know my lack of posting since 2016 had been noticed. I could blame Facebook, since my cessation of blogging closely paralleled my (almost nonexistent) interaction there, but, no, it's all on me. & here I am.
Life is good. I'm still doing the Bradbury Challenge I started in January, which involves reading a short story, a poem & an essay every day & writing a short story a week. I am a little behind but wrote a killer story yesterday. Literally a killer story. Appropriate for Halloween.
This is Newvember & I am planning to blog on a weekly basis when possible.
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Almost forgot the blog alternative, what you could be doing instead of reading a blog. Imagine all the time I've saved you by not blogging for a couple years. Grin.
306. Read a short story, a poem & an essay. Writing a story of your own would be the cherry on top.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
|Wendy & I with her puppies when I was|
up in Portland with Ron & Barb
I'm doing it again. It makes sense, me being out here on a new coast, with no one around who knows who I was being before. Re-inventing myself.
We do it all the time, moving from grade school to high school (not too successfully, in my case) or from high school to college. (Now THAT was fun. Grin.) We have personas we assume in certain situations (prom dress girl at science fiction conventions) & some that we doggedly try for a while, because we started, but it just doesn't take.
My name is like that. When I moved to North Carolina, I started introducing myself exclusively as "Laurel" even though I've always felt a little imposterish not being Laurie. It'll take some getting used to, I assumed. I like the name Laurel. I actually LOVE the name Laurel. I like it just fine when someone calls me Laurel. I just don't feel downhome, old jeans & a poker t-shirt, comfy in it. It's more like a pseudonym. So, here, I'm back to Laurie.
I know a Kathryn that never looks in the rear view mirror at Kathy, & a Victoria who is NOT-Vicky, although she also likes to answer to Vic. Me, I guess I'm just a Laurie, although if you call me Laurel (from science fiction conventions or North Carolina) I'll wear it like a pearl necklace & be just fine with it.
I've got some other things shifting & sorting as well (coffee? tea?) but I'm in no hurry to finish (hah! as if we ever could) the re-re-re-invention process.
305. Think about your current incarnation. Are there any aspects that have been chafing a bit? Remember, just because you started doesn't mean you have to finish up that way...
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Here I am.
Oddly enough, I have existed since November, since last posting, since being in Minnesota with friends, since being in Montana with relatives (who are also friends), since moving to Oregon.
I just didn't tell you about it.
But here I am, in the Rogue Valley, right where I've been headed since I started Goldilocks-ing for weather. This indeed is Baby Bear's weather/topography/location map. In the mountains. Near the ocean. Not too hot. Not too cold. Not too humid. (Okay, it can get a little hot, but it doesn't get that way until 1 & it starts cooling down by 6 or 7.) Close-ish to new grandson. (Not so new anymore, as he's approaching a year old!)
My folks & I made a trip to Oregon, in the rain, with 2 vehicles loaded with my stuff, complete with cartop carriers. We stayed with good friend June in Coeur d'Alene & then with good cousins Kay & Barb & Ron in Portland, & visited good second cousins Donna & Tom, & good second cousin's second cousins Don & Vicky. Don had recommended a storage place, so I called them on the way down--in the rain--& said I'd like to rent a unit. The woman paused & said they'd had a waiting list for 3 years, but they'd just had an auction on Friday, & so far the waiting listers had all found other storage, so no problem. It was still raining when we pulled up & I did the necessary paper work, but we pulled up to the unit & it stopped. Unloaded both vehicles, got back in the car, started raining again. Coincidence? I think not.
Went back to Montana for 1 more load & some more visiting & to finish getting utterly swacked by Dad in pitch. (He'd won at least 70 more games than Mom & I. Without cheating. Grin.) Got to see Nick & Chloe & Max, & the other new baby in the family, Crystal & Tyler's Paige Marie, over New Year's.
Then I was off again, with the last carload. Hit the friends (lots of pinochle & a new puppy) & cousins (omg, fostering lots of puppies) on the way there. Went back to the same hotel we'd stayed in the first trip, since I'd left a notebook there. Plus it was a good hotel. (Days Inn, Medford, if anyone's looking for a place to stay.) I had a housesitting gig almost lined up but it fell through at the last minute.
This was on a Monday. I got a little wonky, thinking that I didn't have those 2 weeks I was gonna have to find a place to live. So I did some work centering & grounding & reminding myself that things always work out for me. Then I hit Craig's List & texted a single possibility, a young couple who were renting a room in their townhome. After getting a few details from me, the woman said she thought I might be happier renting from her boyfriend's mother. So I checked that out on Tuesday & it was perfect: a room in a house with two really great sisters (I'm between them in age) & 2 cats. (We're all older than the cats, but perhaps not in cat years.) I had to stop by the front desk on my back from the house & told the woman I'd found a place to live. She asked what I was going to do there (job-wise) & I said I had no idea. So she asked if I'd ever thought about front desk work. They needed someone at their other property. Talked to her husband when I checked out on Wednesday. Voila!
I am now a 3-to-11 front desk clerk! It's been lots of fun already. A bit of a learning curve on some things, but, hey, I just listened to an audiobook on brain plasticity (The Brain That Changes Itself by Norman Doig) that recommends new jobs, new languages, new instruments, etcetera, as ways to keep the brain sharp as one is getting older. &--at least the lucky ones among us--aren't we all.
So, here's to magic & brain plasticity & Baby Bear. Not too & not too & Just right!
304. Believe in magic. Just for a few minutes. See what happens.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
I'm hanging out with Minnesota friends & having a lovely time. I'm writing & relaxing & loving where & who I am. Not rose colored glasses, but cobalt blue, which does not mean the blues. I wish for you the beauty of blue or gold or red or green, or whatever your favorite filter. Maybe pink.
Joying the journey. In joying. Enjoying. I wish you joy. I wish you journey. One step at a time, which is the only way you can experience a journey.
303. Pick a filter for the day. Cobalt blue? Princess pink? Green or gold or...
Wednesday, September 30, 2015
|Zach dressed up for his orientation for the new job|
in the Mayo Clinic system.
I've not been much in the mood for blogging, having been spending lots of time packing & sorting & such. A lot of my possessions are in a U-box in Rochester, waiting for the word. A bunch are in my car. Some are still in Rochester in various homes. Another one of those "differently-addressed" phases.
But, I had a good trip to Montana, with a stop to visit the marvelous Susi Buck at the Home Motel in Salem. My mom's arthroscopic surgery to repair a meniscus tear went well & she's recovering. I've seen all my siblings, but not much in the way of extended family yet. Bunch of my parents' neighbors.
Where next? Just being home where I am for a while. Looking for the next bread crumb to show me the trail. (There was a clue that mentioned Ashland and Medford on Jeopardy the other day.) Anyway, I'm on the adventure.
302. Pick an adventure, even if it's a little one. Take a step.