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Monday, November 24, 2008


So, I've been reading W Somerset Maugham's The Razor's Edge, and wondering what the point of it all was. Don't get me wrong, it has been a page-turner, but probably due to that nagging feeling that it had to be going somewhere...but where? I crawled into bed last night after midnight, but still thought I should read a chapter. I was at the beginning of Part Six. It began with a short chapter about how Part Six could be skipped without losing anything of the story, but that part six was a conversation that inspired the author to write the book. FINALLY! I couldn't sleep now. I had to finish the section. In the last chapter of the section, I found this nugget: "If the rose at noon has lost the beauty it had at dawn, the beauty it had then was real. Nothing in the world is permanent, and we're foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we're still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it." This is a good reminder to be grateful and to appreciate every moment that we have. American Beauty said it best with: "'s hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst... And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... you will someday."

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Out To Sea

The other night I had this dream that pretty much everything was sea. The water was a pale Tiffany blue swirling in around my feet on the white sand beaches. There was a house in the sea and when I entered it, the floor was covered with water as well. It was the most serene, relaxing place with gentle waves lapping at my feet. Everything was light with a soft glow like I was in an over-exposed photograph, come to life. I don’t remember all of the dreams I had that night, but the overall presence of water was so memorable and calming to me, I felt I needed to look it up in my dream dictionary. According to A Dictionary of Dream Symbols by Eric Ackroyd, a sea in your dreams could symbolize creative potential. In mythology, water existed prior to creation, and the creator-god wrestled with the sea-goddess and either made the world from her dismembered body or else impregnated her so that she gave birth to the world. Psychologically, therefore, the sea may symbolize the existence, within your psyche, of potential—the latent raw materials—for the creation of your true and total self. Also, listed under “water” is described: Water may symbolize emotion or psychic energy. It is therefore important to notice whether the water is free flowing or stagnant, clean or fowl. Water is a common symbol of fertility, growth, creative potential (especially if it takes the form of a reservoir or still lake), new life, or healing. All of this sounds incredibly promising to me, but if all else fails, I'm heading to Mexico.

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Times Are A Changin'

I travelled to Tremp City to attend an Election Night Campfire tonight. I was treated to a delicious dinner by my friends and after a little political talk, tuned into the television to view the very first returns from the polls from across the United States. As we headed out to the campfire, the conversation, of course, was political. And so was the case for most of the night. My NPR friends had a radio humming at low tones in the background all night long and at one point we heard the voice of McCain. We turned up the radio to hear the concession speech from the presidential candidate and with excitement, I ran inside to grab a bottle of champagne and glasses. At the end of the speech, we toasted to the Democratic Party and to our futures. When Barama (as I like to call him) finally came over the radio waves, we quieted again to hear the voice of our future. His voice glided over our crackling fire as if it was always meant to be. With great joy, I will never forget our first fireside chat from our President of Change.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Halloween Tale

Sometimes I feel like Inspector Clouseau. As I wield my hefty vacuum from room to room and around furniture, the thing has a tendency to tip over. Trying to pull it around by its hose, I have found myself swinging that floor wand about in the air.

y dog runs in fear from room to room every time I haul the damn thing out. I’m sure he thinks it is just my way of harassing him. Shortly after he chooses a nice comfy spot on my bedroom carpet, right in the doorway, I decide that is indeed the room I would like to be in. He scampers past me and finds a nearby spot on the hallway rug only to find two minutes later that is where I would like to be now. Finally he hops up to one of his hiding spots on either of the couches or my bed. There he is safe from my relentless harassment; however he still keeps a keen eye on me in case I decide I need to vacuum the bed next.

This was the amusing tale running through my head as I vacuumed my house yesterday…three days after its scheduled appointment time. You see, I’ve decided that I need to run the perfect household, so I’ve devised a system! I’ve used my trusty computer to schedule out all of my household tasks from weekly occurrences like doing laundry and cleaning the bathroom to once-a-year tasks like changing the oil in my lawn mower and polishing my silver. That reminds me, I still need to get that oven cleaned before Thanksgiving.

So, if you’ve ever noticed, a system only works when you adhere to it! Last Friday was Halloween and I was much too busy sewing my nurse costume at the last minute to be bothered with vacuuming my house. And when I had completed my sewing at the early hour of five o’clock, I decided I had time to run to the party store to look for props (to no avail, by the way). Then the following day comes when I’m tired and slightly hung over from my extravagance the previous night. I sleep in, lounge around the house reading, and watch a movie.

I managed to work in three delicious meals for which I pat myself on the back. I’ve been attempting to pare down recipes into single servings. As sad as the realization is that I need single serving meals, it gives me great joy to make delicious meals just for me with no leftovers and no waste. Oddly enough this simple task of preparing my own delicious and savory meals that I am ready and willing to eat makes me feel like a grown up.

In the mean time, I’ll keep playing house. I’ll tell myself that I really should clean the bathroom because it is on my schedule, but in reality, I’m no better at running the perfect household than Clouseau would be.


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