Manic Monday

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Did you know Prince wrote that song (“Manic Monday”), famously performed by The Bangles? Such an amazing talent, and such a sad loss. Not sure why I have Prince on the brain today, but there he is.

It’s been a packed several days as I continue to help clear stuff from my parents’ house, an archaeological adventure in many ways. It’s amazing the amount of space you gain when you clear out the junk. I think I’m going to try it here, to sort through the accumulations you just don’t notice and you stop seeing.

I think that’s true for us, too, on the inside. We could have so much more room if we cleared out the junk, if we dug through the layers and got to the messy, dusty bits wedged in the corners. Yoga, I find, helps with that; clearing bit by bit, making more space to breathe.

Which is a little ironic, given how much the dust makes me sneeze. Can’t say for internal dust, though I’d guess it does as well. I mean, it makes sense.

Sorta.

Anyway, I’m off to make space, physical and perhaps metaphorical. Hope you have a good Monday.

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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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Wednesday’s giving me the stink eye.

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I’m having technical difficulties today. And I don’t just mean the electronic type; I managed to get toothpaste in my hair while brushing my teeth this morning.

Toothpaste. In my hair.

I also lost my coffee cup, which was patiently waiting in the microwave where I warmed the milk before I made the coffee. I don’t know about you, but I think I’m in for a long, long day.

It’s gray outside, though I don’t think there’s rain ahead. It’s gloomy for no reason but the gloom.

Fitting.

Writing, for this week, is a pipe dream, there’s too much to do in the physical world. Too much that needs clearing. And now’s the time.

So I’m going to pack up my troubles, though I’ll probably just take them with me rather than leaving them behind because that’s how one of those days tends to go. Hopefully there will be less hair-toothpaste and missing coffee and more shifting into higher gear.

I’m going to need it.

Have a wonderful Wednesday, all.

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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Time, the past and Shakespeare.

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I’ve been going through old stuff at my parents’ house, and it really makes you think about the past and our connection to it. The past can feel much like dream; like something that never really happened, but then you find a concrete reminder that it really was.

Shakespeare’s soliloquy from MacBeth automatically springs to mind:

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time…

Of course, it then goes into the dark mortality stuff, but I can’t help but think about all those petty-paced “tomorrows” piling up during Shakespeare’s life, and then after, and all the way along until now. The sun goes up, the sun goes down, the world spins and on it goes.

There are many schools of thought in which there is only now, only the moment we’re currently experiencing. No future, no past, only now. And in some ways, that must be the absolute truth, as time as we use it is a construct. A day here isn’t a day on Mars; a year here isn’t a year for Saturn.

But time is also a dimension; a marker of where something is. My phone is next to me on the sofa right now, but it wasn’t there yesterday. If we could look into yesterday as we can look up and down and right and left, we wouldn’t see my phone.

Should have warned you I was deeply philosophical today.

Whatever time is, it’s going, and I have other things to do. Happy Tuesday.

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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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Blog. Blog blog blog. Blog.

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I’m having the Monday morning blanks today. Friday, I knew exactly what I wanted to blog about today, but I probably should have done that then because whatever it was, it’s gone.

My sleeping is off lately, I don’t know if it’s the heat or the world or just life as a whole, but I’ve been waking up in the beginning hours of the morning and having trouble going back to sleep.

Thank goodness for “Monk.”

So the gears are sticker than they should be today, the wheels grinding to a week-start more slowly.

A weak start, more like?

Ah, where there is punning, there is hope.

I’m going to try to get my brain to a more acceptable level of participation. It may or may not involve more coffee.

(I mean, we both know it’s going to involve more coffee.)

But I hope your week is off to a faster, brighter, more efficient balloon drop, and if not, you’ll join me in a cup of whatever beverage gets you going. I mean, probably not alcoholic beverages, if it’s morning where you are too, because that seems like a tipsy way to kick off a Monday, but for so many of you that could be moot because it’s already Monday evening or later. All of which is to say I’m making that other desperately needed coffee.

Have a great Monday.

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.

Some thoughts. Mostly mine.

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Hammering and drilling again. No idea why or where it’s coming from; I’m starting to think my neighbor has secrets of the mad scientist variety.

At least that would be interesting.

I was wrong about the rain yesterday, and got caught in it, but luckily I had a nice big umbrella, courtesy of Abt Electronics. If you can snag one of their umbrellas during a promotion (nearly typed “premonition”…huh) then do. They are mighty umbrellas.

And with a major digression, I just got an email from TJ Maxx telling me, “these are so you.” My questions: What are “so me,” and how would TJ Maxx know?

Yes, I opened the email. No, there really wasn’t anything there, just categories of clothing. About as disappointing as the real reason for the drilling and hammering likely would be.

Reading this post back, I sure have retail on the brain today. Weird. Not really in the market to buy anything at the moment, yet two brand names have wormed their way into my consciousness enough to end up here.

It’s so odd, we never really know what’s influencing us, driving us, whispering in our ears so quietly the ideas feel like our own. Sometimes we can harness it for our benefit; often we’re being harnessed for another benefit.

Creepy.

Though not quite as creepy as that drilling and hammering that seems to have stopped. Step one to world domination must be complete.

What’s whispering to you today?

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.

 

 

So. Yeah. Tuesday.

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So much Tuesday. The rain is gone, for now at least, and from here it looks like serious summer. Postcard summer.

The kind of summer that seems impossible in January.

I’ve got a little time-pressure, which isn’t how I generally blog. I like a languid expression of the day, a quiet intro, or middle-tro as the case may be. Not today.

Today these fingers better get moving. It would help if they moved more accurately. I’m typo-city right now.

But here’s the thing about typos. Sometimes they result in the most-fun things, like my previously-mentioned “caffiend.” I mean it’s so perfect, I kinda think that part of my brain did it on purpose.

Or so I choose to believe.

None of those today, though. Unless “thsoe” sounds interesting. Which, come on, we both know it doesn’t.

Fun fact: it took me three tries to get the typo spelled the way I wrote it the first time.

So no creativity in my mistakes. Today they’re just mistakes. And that’s OK too, or so I hear. Making mistakes.

It’s weird that we seem to make more of them when it’s important that we don’t. Pressure or contrary human nature, who knows which, but the need for perfection always draws them in like flypaper.

Does flypaper work? That’s one of those purely-for-simile-effect things for me, I’ve never used flypaper. But magnets get all the metaphors, so I thought I’d go a different way.

But  I digress.

Maybe the answer is to let perfection go and by doing so, lose all of its crafty traps.

Tuesday on.

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 musings plus rain.

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It’s a rainy Monday after a string of oppressively hot days. Saturday I tried to do an art fair, but after less than 30 minutes I felt faint.

Alas.

It’s one of the nicer ones, too, with truly talented artists as opposed to the type of fair where you wonder if everyone has been too kind to the people hopefully springing for booths. Art is hard.

Art is even harder if you intend to make a living at it. Not that I’d know anything about that.

And now it’s Monday like the weekend never happened, like the relaxation has vanished into a never-was. Yeah, fine, right, maybe the rain has made me a little melodramatic.

But only a tad.

I’m feeling unsettled for reasons I couldn’t pin down, which is odd as the rain usually calms me. I love a good rain. I love a dramatic rain, though this one isn’t. Steady, by the looks of it. No thunder, though.

You know what I call this. Writing weather.

Though I’m not sure that’s going to work today, I’ll have to see. Other things to do, but maybe they can be shifted. Such romantic notion, writing in the rain.

Well, not IN the rain. I don’t think my computer would enjoy that very much. Though note to self: waterproof computers, the wave of the future. GET IT? Wave?

I told you, all over the place today. I wonder if more coffee would help?

Doesn’t it always?

Happy Monday!

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.