Over the Weekend

Not so long ago, I didn’t see a whole lot of difference between weekdays and weekends. Both seemed equally frantic with Responsibilities and Things to Do. These days, we’re trying to more consciously observe the downtime. Or the uptime, as the case may be. This is one of the challenges with working from home, I guess. The office is right there, and it’s so easy to stop at the computer “for a moment” to just take care of “one thing.” Though, to be honest with myself, it’s not only that, since I tend to get equally distracted and panicked by …

Things that Make me Happy Today

Baby eagles having everything in it’s proper place hidden object adventure games with Caitlyn (we just finished Treasure Seekers on the iPad) being told by a client to give myself a raise the possibility of peanut butter cookies realizing (again!) the importance of flow this list of 10 important things to remember when being creative (especially item #2: “Don’t wait til you know who you are to make things”) remembering I can put boxes under the iron board to elevate it to a reasonable working height finishing something (pictures to come, should the sun ever come out again) starting something?

Why I Do It

Three cheers for all the urban homesteading bloggers more dedicated to the lifestyle than I. I’m so very grateful for their posts about their challenges: the bugs, the rats, the lice on the goats, the chickens with infected feet. I might sigh over fresh eggs or get starry eyed over fresh goat milk, but then I find pictures like this one and I’m suddenly a lot less romantic about backyard livestock. I just don’t think I’m cut out for the go-to veterinary stuff that goes with having lots of animals. Heck, I can’t even clean out the trap full of …

Kitchen Magic

I spent another afternoon in the kitchen (yogurt, bread, more gifts, a brave attempt at something resembling curry) today. Sure, my feet are a bit sore from lots of standing, but in all I’m pretty happy just now. Which leads me to wonder, why do I like the kitchen so much? First, I like to eat. And I like to eat things with recognizable ingredients. I like to assemble things. There’s something appealing to a pile of parts and some instructions, and something satisfying about getting a useful or beautiful thing out of the raw pieces. Quilt kits, LEGO sets, …

More than I can chew

Why is it that I seem to regularly sign myself up for more than I can reasonably do? Why can’t I be lazy, ever, like a normal person? (And don’t say it’s because I’m somehow not a “normal” person. That’s not an answer.)

I’m afraid of losing my mind. Not in the popular sense, the tossed off turn of phrase. “A clean desk is a sign of a sick mind.” “Of all the things I miss, it’s my mind I miss the most.” This is a fear that sometimes keeps me awake at night and the kind that can inspire nightmares. That prompts panic attacks over forgotten words and misplaced keys. That makes me ache with worry when I realize I don’t like something as much now as I once did. I don’t do as many “brainy” things as I used to – …