This weekend I was able to see my dog have a litter of puppies. Is there anything better than baby animals?
Since then I am looking after the mother, pups and my chickens. Quite a bit going on. But that's life, as they say.Not to mention the garage sale I am having...is there anything more? Oh yes, practice for my up coming dance. Let's see if I make it through the weekend.
In the last few day I don't know how many loads of towels I have done or bowls of water I have filled.
With all that and I have to remember to take care of myself as well. I won't get a manicure or pedicure this weekend. I do have a DR appointment on Monday.
The truth is I have to dash....and get on with it!
Friday, May 29, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Complain
The most boring conversation is people complaining about the weather. It has to be the all time dull thing to talk about. To mention the weather or talk about how much you are enjoying the warm or cold weather is fine.
Most of the time I try to stay up beat and not complain, sometimes I just can’t help myself and I have to talk about things that are bothering me. The reason I try to keep this to a minimum is from living with my mother. She never stopped complaining about everything and it was really boring.
I have to say that my tolerance for others to complain it not very high. After a while I have to stop them and try to bring up something good. Otherwise we can all go on a complain fest that will never end.
There are people I know I can’t talk to very long, since I have to hear the same complaints from them I did a year ago, and I can’t take it to have the same conversation all over again. My one friend talks to me about the same things as she did ten years ago. Should she go to school to learn to cut hair? Are there any apartments around me that are for rent, and do I know of them? Since she didn’t go to school ten years ago when she should have I don’t think she ever will. Since I am a homeowner I don’t look for rentals anymore. I don’t answer her calls; I just can’t have the same conversation for ten years running.
I still care about her, I hope she does well. It’s just that I can’t keep saying the same things. Ten years ago I encouraged her to go back to school and I always tell her the same thing. Drive around areas you want to live in and see if there are places for rent. Do I have to say that again? It’s not my fault that she has never taken the opportunity to improve herself; just like it wasn’t my fault that my mother had two marriages end in divorce. If I have to hear either one of those conversations I will feel like pulling out my hair.
Complaining works for a short time. Yes we can’t keep everything bottled up. It’s just that we have to leave some things and move on. Really, you are going to tell me year after year that you hate exercise and are still overweight? I can’t take it.
Whatever our complaints are, we have to ask ourselves. What am I going to do to change it? How can I make things better? If I can’t make it better, can I let it go? I know there are things I need to let go.
Most of the time I try to stay up beat and not complain, sometimes I just can’t help myself and I have to talk about things that are bothering me. The reason I try to keep this to a minimum is from living with my mother. She never stopped complaining about everything and it was really boring.
I have to say that my tolerance for others to complain it not very high. After a while I have to stop them and try to bring up something good. Otherwise we can all go on a complain fest that will never end.
There are people I know I can’t talk to very long, since I have to hear the same complaints from them I did a year ago, and I can’t take it to have the same conversation all over again. My one friend talks to me about the same things as she did ten years ago. Should she go to school to learn to cut hair? Are there any apartments around me that are for rent, and do I know of them? Since she didn’t go to school ten years ago when she should have I don’t think she ever will. Since I am a homeowner I don’t look for rentals anymore. I don’t answer her calls; I just can’t have the same conversation for ten years running.
I still care about her, I hope she does well. It’s just that I can’t keep saying the same things. Ten years ago I encouraged her to go back to school and I always tell her the same thing. Drive around areas you want to live in and see if there are places for rent. Do I have to say that again? It’s not my fault that she has never taken the opportunity to improve herself; just like it wasn’t my fault that my mother had two marriages end in divorce. If I have to hear either one of those conversations I will feel like pulling out my hair.
Complaining works for a short time. Yes we can’t keep everything bottled up. It’s just that we have to leave some things and move on. Really, you are going to tell me year after year that you hate exercise and are still overweight? I can’t take it.
Whatever our complaints are, we have to ask ourselves. What am I going to do to change it? How can I make things better? If I can’t make it better, can I let it go? I know there are things I need to let go.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Mom’s day
I was out in the water this last Sunday. I didn’t think about the fact that it was mother’s day. Most of the men were taking their wives, mothers and grandmothers out to breakfast.
The good part of that, I had the whole section to myself. I could take my time and not be in anyone’s way. There were about 10 guys in the section next to me. On the beach there were a few couples around me. But not that many, it was still cool and not that sunny.
I was able to see a pod of dolphins pass by, about 5 or 6 of them. They looked black and sleek and so peaceful. It was still cool, like in the winter. When I was trying to dry off, the sun was still not coming out and it was a bit windy. I stayed as long as I could stand it, then it was time to go get some breakfast. Since I was by myself I just went to the counter.
It was great to get out and all this before the summer really kicks off and all the tourists and crowd shows up. The sand was still cold and so was the water, just how I like it. I got a taste of salt water, not too much, just enough to be fun.
I’m not one for going along with the crowd and participating in forced giving. Even if I did, some mothers are not worthy of all that attention. Not when they want that every day, in the first place. I have mentioned before my mother is not one of those great, self sacrificing mothers. She is not one to do without so others could have something. In fact I think that is why I went through a lot of baby sitters. I think she planned on my father’s payments of child support to pay them. Of course he was not faithful in his payments. She didn’t make enough to cover both and then the baby sitters would get mad and not sit us, because she didn’t pay them.
Oh well that is all in the past. It’s just that as an adult I have thought a lot about how things must have really been. Especially for other adults to deal with her, they must have had a hard time. It’s not easy even now, she still tries to act like she is a hip teenager and use slang.
As I get older and don’t look like it, I wonder if I am going to end up the same way? I hope not, I want to grow old gracefully and not trying to act younger than I am. I like to stay current with music and movies so I am living in the past. In the way I am trying to strike a balance. As for my clothes, I don’t try to dress like a teenager, but neither do I dress matronly.
The day was for Mom’s, for me it was just another surf day. It was time to visit the ocean and it was perfect. Just what I needed a relaxing morning.
The good part of that, I had the whole section to myself. I could take my time and not be in anyone’s way. There were about 10 guys in the section next to me. On the beach there were a few couples around me. But not that many, it was still cool and not that sunny.
I was able to see a pod of dolphins pass by, about 5 or 6 of them. They looked black and sleek and so peaceful. It was still cool, like in the winter. When I was trying to dry off, the sun was still not coming out and it was a bit windy. I stayed as long as I could stand it, then it was time to go get some breakfast. Since I was by myself I just went to the counter.
It was great to get out and all this before the summer really kicks off and all the tourists and crowd shows up. The sand was still cold and so was the water, just how I like it. I got a taste of salt water, not too much, just enough to be fun.
I’m not one for going along with the crowd and participating in forced giving. Even if I did, some mothers are not worthy of all that attention. Not when they want that every day, in the first place. I have mentioned before my mother is not one of those great, self sacrificing mothers. She is not one to do without so others could have something. In fact I think that is why I went through a lot of baby sitters. I think she planned on my father’s payments of child support to pay them. Of course he was not faithful in his payments. She didn’t make enough to cover both and then the baby sitters would get mad and not sit us, because she didn’t pay them.
Oh well that is all in the past. It’s just that as an adult I have thought a lot about how things must have really been. Especially for other adults to deal with her, they must have had a hard time. It’s not easy even now, she still tries to act like she is a hip teenager and use slang.
As I get older and don’t look like it, I wonder if I am going to end up the same way? I hope not, I want to grow old gracefully and not trying to act younger than I am. I like to stay current with music and movies so I am living in the past. In the way I am trying to strike a balance. As for my clothes, I don’t try to dress like a teenager, but neither do I dress matronly.
The day was for Mom’s, for me it was just another surf day. It was time to visit the ocean and it was perfect. Just what I needed a relaxing morning.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Board Makes All the Difference
While I was getting back into surfing my friend lent me his board. It was made for him and since I hadn’t been on one in years I didn’t notice how ill fitted it was for me. He is much slimmer than I and it did not float me as well as it could have.
After struggling with that board for over a year, I broke down and got my own. It has been so much easier to ride and I love it. Funnily enough, that same friend asked to borrow my board this week.
It is a 9’6” and had bigger rails then his. It did make a difference and he was able to catch waves much more easily with my board. He had a great time on Wednesday and even tried out someone else’s paddle board.
Another friend, that we have in common teased me that it was his board now. Not so I have already asked for it back. I won’t be able to go out on Friday but I will be out on Sunday instead. I have been out of my routine and it’s not good.
In the last few months I have been concentrating on my dancing. This has been great. All of my dancing is to help me loose weight so I will be better on my surfboard. It’s time to see if my hard work has paid off.
Not to be stingy with my board, I was happy to lend it to him. It’s just that I do use it. The water is getting a bit warmer. I was in fact planning of having some time alone next week and was going to use it to surf, write then surf again. Now that my plans have changed, I still want to surf.
Since I do have a nice big board, others that are learning might need to use it for a practice. I guess I will share, till they have the money to get their own board. Already there have been requests.
It’s not the sharing part; it’s going to surfing with other people. I really treasure the time I have to myself out on the ocean. That is my time to recharge my batteries. Sure I will go with a group from time to time. But not always, sorry boys, that’s my time. I am grateful I have the right board to do this with. It makes all the difference. ;-)
After struggling with that board for over a year, I broke down and got my own. It has been so much easier to ride and I love it. Funnily enough, that same friend asked to borrow my board this week.
It is a 9’6” and had bigger rails then his. It did make a difference and he was able to catch waves much more easily with my board. He had a great time on Wednesday and even tried out someone else’s paddle board.
Another friend, that we have in common teased me that it was his board now. Not so I have already asked for it back. I won’t be able to go out on Friday but I will be out on Sunday instead. I have been out of my routine and it’s not good.
In the last few months I have been concentrating on my dancing. This has been great. All of my dancing is to help me loose weight so I will be better on my surfboard. It’s time to see if my hard work has paid off.
Not to be stingy with my board, I was happy to lend it to him. It’s just that I do use it. The water is getting a bit warmer. I was in fact planning of having some time alone next week and was going to use it to surf, write then surf again. Now that my plans have changed, I still want to surf.
Since I do have a nice big board, others that are learning might need to use it for a practice. I guess I will share, till they have the money to get their own board. Already there have been requests.
It’s not the sharing part; it’s going to surfing with other people. I really treasure the time I have to myself out on the ocean. That is my time to recharge my batteries. Sure I will go with a group from time to time. But not always, sorry boys, that’s my time. I am grateful I have the right board to do this with. It makes all the difference. ;-)
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