Telltale Tuesday

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I’m telling on myself. Today is one of those days where I welcome any excuse not to concentrate like they welcome that great aunt in the movies everyone wishes they had in real life. Big hugs. Great excitement.

To the point where a conversation about cleaning ovens had me thinking about cleaning my oven. Does my oven need cleaning?

Sure. What oven doesn’t.

Do I need to do it right now?

WELLLLL…

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Probably not. Though maybe any time is a good time to clean your oven?

If you use that, makers of oven cleaner, go ahead and send me a check. And some oven cleaner.

See what I mean?

Distractions can sometimes lead to unexpected creativity and to inspiration. It doesn’t feel like one of those days. No, instead it feels like one of those days where this weird hollow tapping coming from nowhere in particular is going to drive me bonkers.

And not the good kind of bonkers.

Having said that, I’ve just wandered away from this post for ten minutes. Distracted.

Hopefully I can turn this into something a little more efficient and a little more productive. And I hope you have the best of Tuesdays.

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Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

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Howdy Monday

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My body got me out of bed for the live Daily Burn workout even though I didn’t set an alarm. But I woke up at the exact odd time as though I had set an alarm.

My brain and body are at odds about this am workout thing. But the body wins. Can’t sleep if the body’s awake.

I’m feeling focused and alert today, and I don’t think it’s just the coffee. Change is in the air, and it’s not only the seasons. Something shifted.

Can you feel it?

Maybe someone pulled out that supporting Jenga block. It feels like the whole thing’s going to come crashing down and I’m looking forward to that tumbling noise.

I had a Sunday of doing nothing, the kind of Sunday I think we all need now and then. A bit of a mental break, though I’ll admit I was still thinking about the issues of the world. But maybe some of those issues will soon be resolved.

With all this energy to spend, I’m going to try to use it productively. Have great Monday and a great start to your week.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Wednesday, but don’t look for wisdom.

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Sometimes we expect things to be difficult. Some things intrinsically are; editing a book, for an example that is not at all relevant to me in anyway and is entirely hypothetical and stop interrogating me.

And sometimes we expect them to be difficult and they aren’t, like that phone call you’ve been putting off expecting it to take hours, but it’s done in minutes. That’s always fun.

But.

Then there are the things we expect to be easy. And they’re not.

That’s frustrating.

This morning I had that in the form of my workout. I saw the instructor and thought, OK, this shouldn’t be too bad, it will be yoga-ish. Ah, wrong.

It was hard. So hard. Much harder than I expected.

And while I was doing it, I was mad that it was hard. Because for some reason that defies logic, I’d decided it shouldn’t be. Which made it harder.

Workouts are as much a mental challenge as a physical one. Pretty much everything we do in life requires us to get our brains on board, and when we fight it, it just becomes all the more challenging.

Should we assume everything is hard? Should we reserve judgment?

I have no idea. All I know is that my expectations colored my experience. What if I’d gone into the workout expecting it to be at least as challenging as the prior two days?

I guess I’ll never know.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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Of dreams and not dreams.

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You may be pleased and unsurprised to know I survived the dentist. Well, the hygienist, which is, as I noted to her yesterday, a tougher word to spell. I never quite get it right, but here in the 21st century we have spell check.

Long live spell check.

It’s just one of those things you have to do whether you like it or not, because having teeth is nice.

And last night I went to bed super, super early, got up relatively early today, but got the length of sleep that most people would call “normal,” though I don’t know many who really do get that much sleep. And with that sleep came very intense dreams.

Here’s the the thing about them. I don’t remember what happened at all. Not even a glimpse, really, I only know that when I woke up, I’d been somewhere very far away leading an entirely different existence.

I always find that so strange, how there can be an entire universe that simply vanishes when you open your eyes. No trace of it remaining, but that sense of it being solid lingers.

Very weird.

So I’m venturing into my Tuesday not entirely sure of where I’ve been, only that that place isn’t here, not in any meaningful way, anyhow.

Have an amazing Tuesday.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

Monday and Hummingbirds

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I got out for a bit at the Chicago Botanic Garden yesterday, and happened across a slew of flowers. And some of those flowers bobbed and ducked completely independently of any breeze.

There were hummingbirds. Not even sure how many hummingbirds, because they moved so quickly, darting into flowers, resting in the trees for what were seconds for us, probably an eternity for a hummingbird.

And of course I didn’t bring my real camera.  But at least I had my cell phone.

There’s something magical about them, those tiny, tiny birds, hovering. And they made this little noise, someone else watching them compared it to a chipmunk, as they excitedly drank from the flowers.

And I’ll think about those hummingbirds as I take on one of my least favorite tasks, twice a year.

The dentist.

Wish me and my teeth luck.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

Wednesday Wisdom, but not so wise.

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Right now, it feels as though the entire universe is reflected in a pane of glass held at angle, so everything is distorted and out of place. I’m having a hard time believing reality is reality.

Don’t worry, it’s not a mental break or anything; I can safely say in this case, the fault lies with reality itself. Things are weird.

And not my kind of weird, either.

I’m resisting throwing a freight train metaphor in here too, because the whole universe in glass and the train are a bit much and then you think broken glass and the whole thing gets messy.

But I have to say that it’s one of those days where it feels like the very fabric of time and space may be torn open, (shattered? perhaps I should have gone train after all) and “one of those days” makes it sound like they happen a lot. And they don’t.

Blogging seems a little trivial.

It’s as though the very first alien spaceship could land right now, and here I’d be, typing a blog post. Aliens could be fun.

Or very, very not.

Also it’s probably not aliens.

Whatever it is, I hope it’s the thing that gets us back to our real timeline, because this one is not great. We can’t even mock it anymore, it’s gotten too out of control, too depressing.

I hope we can count on the aliens.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.

 

Back to school time, minus the school

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As I drove up Lake Shore Drive yesterday, toward the top of the Drive where it ends, I looked over to the packed beaches on their final official weekend, and it felt like five minutes ago they officially opened. Summer is a blip.

Don’t get me wrong, we still have summer temperatures, but I’m thinking of sweaters and cute boots, and then cute boots giving way to real boots that have to stand up to a frozen slush I swear no other city makes just the same way. The school supplies are picked over, shiny backpacks nearly as big as their new owners on their way to fulfill their destiny.

Back to school time.

I’m not going back to school, but still the force of it lingers, it grabs us all, students, parents of students, or completely student un-adjacent. Time to buckle down. Time to get serious. Time for new things, new challenges.

Spring is an undeniable start, a clear beginning with new life bursting forth everywhere. But Fall is its own kind of start. An introspective one.

The New Year isn’t the only time we can begin again or choose a new mountain to climb. Pick your peak.

Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

Peruse Montraps Publishing.