Tuesdaying Today

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I’m still in my workout gear from this morning, but I’ve made a utensil holder for my bright silicone tools, and I re-organized my dish cupboard and purged some mugs.

I also kept sitting down to do things and then realized that I forgot something, so, I’m probably moving at a solid six right now. Maybe seven if I get extra credit for creativity with the utensil holder. I used a nut can and some contact paper.

Voila.

It’s strange, but it’s almost as though all of the stuff just keeps its tendrils wrapped tightly around you, holding you in place. I never expected the purging to be so freeing.

Some people don’t have a close connection to things. I imagine their homes as sleek and clutter-free. Space everywhere.

Probably not my future, but who knows? (I kinda know.)

Still, I think we hesistate to start because we fear the process will be painful or difficult. Which can be said of so many things.

But if I hesitate, I look at my sock drawer, so tidy, nothing invisible, all right there. It’s good to have a little more sock drawer.

Hope your Tuesday is productive.


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 quick and weird!
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#TuesdayThoughts that are only OK.

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I don’t know if you know this, but Tuesday frequently arrives after Monday. Fascinating, right?

And tomorrow will be Wednesday, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Yesterday was a humdinger of a Monday, packed full of various unpleasantness, none of which I’ll bore you with, but all of which has left me with a bitter aftertaste.

Monday doesn’t want to stay in its lane.

So here’s innocent Tuesday, minding its own business, trying to get on with the Tuesdayness of it all, and it’s being sullied by Monday’s brush. That seems unfair.

Sometimes a mood is internal, and sometimes it’s brought about by external forces. Both can be tough to shake.

Sometimes it’s just not shakeable.

Sometimes you just have to sit with it and through it and plow forward even when it wants to keep you exactly where you are. And forward’s not always possible.

So that’s OK too.

I’m going to try to let Monday fade away in to the murk that is the past, and I hope you have the best of Tuesdays.


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 quick and weird!
Peruse Montraps Publishing
Like my political side? Read my opinion pieces here.

Teetering through Tuesday

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Today I’m in a mood. What’s the name of that mood? Not sure, but it definitely comes with a side of grumpy.

I had a night of very odd dreams, the kind that are utterly bright and vivid, that make some sense when you’re having them, but upon waking up you wonder what, exactly, is wrong with your brain. So that might have enhanced the grump, but I went to bed grumpy too.

These days are grumpy days.

I try not to take my grumpiness out on others, though that’s always a tough, tough thing to swing. Because people are the #1 source of grumpiness.

Although, I feel less grumpy than when I started this post. I suspect my coffee has just kicked in. Ah, coffee.

Or maybe just saying that you’re grumpy lessens the grump. It’s also a ridiculous word, so repeating it makes it harder to be it.

Anyway, I hope you go forth with no grump in your jump, a phrase I just made up that is sure to be the next sensation among readers of this blog.

Have a great 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

Holiday frame of mind

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Look at my late, late blogging today. So tardy. I’m already thinking holiday week, already imagining my Thanksgiving meal.

Yum.

It’s quieter today, too, and of course as I typed that there was the whine of a siren, but I mean besides that. People are already traveling, already out of town.

I hate the cold but I love cold weather clothes, so if you can figure that one out, that would be great. Cozy sweaters, cute boots. Such a fan.

And we’re just at the leading edge of the cold, November is when Chicago reminds you who it is, reminds you that the wind isn’t always tinged with warm humidity, that the skies can be moody and flat dull gray.

But we’re still in the fun side of winter, the adjustment side. The side with the lights and the decorations and all the food.

I’m really stuck on the food.

So off we go again, into the ice and slush and snow. At least I’ll get to wear sweaters.

Yay.


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

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.

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.

 

Sloooooow this Tuesday.

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Ever have one of those days when you wish your blog post would write itself? But then it never, ever does?

Never?

Ever?

You’d think these things would be more helpful by now. This 21st century stuff isn’t anything like we were promised.

(“What’s a blog?” asks my 20th century past self.)

I’m physically tired from the junk-clearing, so so so so much junk clearing, and mentally tired from technical difficulties. I also dropped my phone on my foot, corner down, so ouch.

I think I’m detecting a little bit of a blog-whine today.

Two cups of real coffee down…well, one and a bit, I’d need to reheat if I’m going to drink it, and I’m no more awake than I was when I got out of bed. Which makes me question the wisdom of getting out of bed.

But then we’re back to those 21st century deficits, because then somehow I’m the one who has to feed me and my robot butler hasn’t been invented yet. It’s truly a travesty.

Anyway, we’ve gone about as far as we’re going to go today, literally and figuratively as I’m icing my phone-toe. I hope you’re tearing up your 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.

 

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.