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Friday, September 23, 2011

  
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DANCINGGARDENER 9/27/2011 4:46PM

    I come back, I look for you, I find you. This is an amazing day!
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W5VEOTX 9/24/2011 9:29AM

    Always excitement

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SUZYMOBILE 9/23/2011 11:25AM

    Always good to be reminded of that!

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MORTICIAADDAMS 9/23/2011 10:07AM

    Great sign!! And I need to make some changes!

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HIPPICHICK1 9/23/2011 9:40AM

    Isn't that the beauty of humans? We are only the constructs of our minds and we can change our minds any time.
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BETHGILLIGAN 9/23/2011 9:04AM

    Love it! thank you!!

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Clarification

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

While no one called me to task on this one, I feel like I should explain a bit, so here goes:

You know those people who, when you've launched into a lovely complaint about something, interrupt and say, "Well, if it makes you feel any better, *insert dreadful even here*." I've just never understood this. Why on earth should this make me feel better?

The same goes for theoretically being able to soothe oneself by remembering the trials of others. I know the old (very old - like 3000 years old) saying about someone having no shoes meeting a man who had no feet. Maybe it's that Scottish blood thing again, but the only response to this I like is by Steve Wright: "You got any shoes you're not using?"

The point of all this is that, while I appreciate the pain someone must be in because of his two broken legs, it really doesn't lessen the pain in my broken arm one whit.

I genuinely do realize that there are those whose trials make mine look like a stroll in the park. I know there are people who have lost their homes altogether, whether through foreclosure or weather or fire or whatever, who would feel that the tribulations of selling what amounts to an extra house would be one of the circles of heaven. I know that losing a mother at 86 and a husband after 26 years of marriage would sound like an incredible blessing to someone who's lost a child, a young husband, or numerous family members. I also realize that all this can truly be said to be just Life.

I try to keep and to use my sense of humor for lots of reasons, not the least of which is that it keeps me from looking at the world through misery-colored glasses. If my ranting and whining entertains someone, that makes my load a little lighter, too. I've kept me eyes and ears open for over fifty years (though at times you'd never have guessed it), and if some segment of my endless prattle helps someone figure out a piece of their own puzzle or lighten their load a bit, that helps both of us.

I know I have many, many blessings - too many to count - and high on the list are my Spark Friends.

(And Katrina, if you're reading this, you know you're darned near the top of the list even though you're not a Spark person.)

  
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DANCINGGARDENER 9/27/2011 5:13PM

    You are too amazing to put up with social bores. Next time someone tries to trump your pain, look straight down your nose at them and heave a sigh of eye-rolling disgust.

You may, if overwhelmed by the milk of human kindness, pity them for their lack of social graces. But for the most part avoid these people like the plague because I am certain the next time you get a head cold they will be the first ones to point out how lucky you are to have just a cold and not the plague like they once had!

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MORTICIAADDAMS 9/21/2011 5:07PM

    GF, you have done amazingly well yo hold up to what you have had to endure.

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HIPPICHICK1 9/20/2011 8:28PM

    No doubt there is suffering in the world. That is Life, as you said. All we can really do is try to live in the moment instead of in the past or the future, because all we truly have is now.
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BETHGILLIGAN 9/20/2011 12:34PM

    Love this blog!! I have realized this about myself (providing an example of my misery to make the other person "feel better" or not feel like they're alone). I have been working on keeping my mouth shut. Not easy. These things just glide off the tongue. When I'm on the receiving end it does not make me feel better. It just makes my inner child whine "but this is about me!!!". Need to be a better listener--trying!!

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Good morning, fellow campers.

Monday, September 19, 2011

For me, as for so many, it's been quite a summer - weatherwise, moneywise, you name it and you can bet it pretty much sucked.

I've gained ten pounds, but I'm beginning to deal with that trend and reverse it.

The tenants who have basically been ....what's that term when people wall themselves up inside a castle and just stay there til the warriors outside get bored and wander off?....well, anyway, they were evicted April 15th and and left *drum roll* last Monday, after trashing my mother's house pretty thoroughly. Plus it cost me $2000 to have their !@#$ - excuse me, their personal belongings - removed by bonded movers and stored in secure facilities. And before you ask me why I didn't just drag it all out on the front lawn and set fire to it, the answer is: that's the way Pennsylvania does things.

A word to the wise: the situation you do not want, under any circumstances, is to have your house rented to a lawyer, being sold to another lawyer, and the whole shootin' match overseen by your own lawyer. Flurries of threats and filings and appeals and protests and what all - it'll be several years before I'm out of all this. Plus the poor real estate agent (the only person who wanted to sell my house as much as I did, I think) is in the legal swamp with me. Circus, circus.

But I still managed to sell my mother's house, albeit for a little less than a third of what it was worth in 2008. But whining about that is like focusing on the fact that I used to be a size ten - it has absolutely nothing to do with today's size or real estate market. The settlement will be literally 72 hours before the bank forecloses on the farm, giving me just enough time to pay my overdue mortgage. "My Life as a Precision Instrument"

My husband has been dead now for almost a year and I finally figured out that what I still think of as normal *isn't coming back* - this living alone deal is the new normal.

Something else obvious I discovered is that depression feeds upon itself. You don't get out of bed - or off the sofa - because you don't want to, don't have the energy to clean up, eat and drink whatever because you can reach it from the sofa (true, all true), let the library books all go overdue and the cars go uninspected. Then one day you look around and you have $100 worth of library fines, four tickets for uninspected vehicles (two because technically they were also uninsured, since I'd changed the insurance policy to my name but not the titles and that's how NY works), a lawn that hasn't been mown since July, no clean clothing and no clean dishes, and the house looks exactly the way you're thinking it might. Ever watch Hoarders? Not quite that bad, but give me a few more weeks.

Had a friendship-changing argument with pretty much my only local friend over what amounts to personality differences. The immediate repercussion from that one is that I had to reschedule my colonoscopy so that my daughter can give me a ride to and from. Oy.

One of our dogs died (he was ancient, and it was truly just as well, but still.....) and was almost immediately "replaced" by one of the kittens of the resident barn cat. By and large, they hate and fear me, hissing and running when I come in to feed them (I know, I know), but this one came up to me, mewed and bit my nose when I bent over. What can you do? Several large vet bills later, the kitten still known only as Boy Cat has overturned the household, upset the other cats and now everyone is peeing all over the place in protest. *sigh* (NB: a product called, I believe, OdorKlenz, works very well.)

Anyway, (this is where discovering the obvious comes in) who *wouldn't* be depressed living like that?? So it's time to either shoot myself or get myself in hand, and since, given a choice between homicide and suicide, I'll pick homicide every time, the getting-self-in-hand thing wins. So, what's the first step?

I waxed my eyebrows.

Hey, ya gotta start somewhere. Now I'm going out into the world to try to straighten out a few things paperwork-related, then I'll come back and, instead of collapsing on the sofa and watching reruns of either Hauntings or Hoardings while lunching on Cheez Doodles and beer, I'll make myself a salad.

I'm sure there's more exciting and fun-filled stuff to report, but I have to get underway before I lose my momentum.

(I just read back over this piece and realized why I drink. Seriously, this is so out of hand. But despite all that, I have come up with a new plan - making plans, no matter how unrealistic, saves me every time - which I will tell you sometime soon. I couldn't let you all go on such a cynical note. There is Hope - and I promise I won't use phrases like "things with feathers" or "springing eternal" when I tell you about it.)


  
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DANCINGGARDENER 9/27/2011 5:02PM

    Thank you so much for crawling off the couch... I have missed you so!

Congrats on getting rid of your damnable tenants and their nasty things. Congrats on getting rid of your mom's house. Good job on saving the farm in the nick of time. Good job on rescheduling your colonoscopy (not just canceling it). Good job on only gaining 10 pounds. And Congrats on getting on top of them.

Life sucks... seriously sucks. But that's not the normal part. Being on your own and powerful and autonomous, ruler of all she surveys - THAT's the new "normal". Lord over your cats with a firm hand. Consider yourself benevolent for not murdering anyone. And exercise your lovely body... it deserves a good sweat.

Oh, and there's nothing like a "10 minute face lift" (eyebrow waxing) to make the universe look a little less hostile.

(on to your next blog)

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MORTICIAADDAMS 9/21/2011 5:04PM

    I can relate, GF. It was the year of no summer for us. Most of spring was shot too and now fall as well. The weather sucked, we are broke, my MIL and a pet died. And I gained weight. No surprise there with this kind of stress. We had to clean my MIL's huge house out with no help - just a couple of prickish BIL's griping and offering unsolicited advice.

Illinois has the same horrible laws now. My family was in the rental business and we got out years ago. I have no desire to provide a free place to live for some worthless scumbags and that is often what you get.

We can't even sell my MIL's house yet as we have special needs relative to tend to first. Like you said.....................lawyers...
...........I am wanting to be done with them for a while.

I am so sorry that life has been so hard for you. You have lost way too much and had way too much stress. It isn't fair at all.

I'm working on a hoarders episode here as well.

I'm sure my eyebrows could use some work too.

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_UMAMI_ 9/20/2011 1:15PM

    I've been really depressed, too, and agree that depression feeds upon itself. Sparking is the only thing that keeps me treading water the past few months. Still no shore in sight, but my head is above water!

Even on my worst days, if I eat ok and get in some exercise (and fresh air), I feel SO MUCH BETTER.

Nice to see you back. Wishing you fortitude, momentum and all that good stuff.

Oh, and I would totally have a beer and watch Hoarders with you!


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SLIMMERKIWI 9/20/2011 2:31AM

    I am glad that you are back. You WERE missed! I really enjoyed the fact that altho' you have had life's trials of hell thrown at you, you still show a remarkable sense of humour. AND as far as the kitten biting you on the nose - I would have done the same back...... and THEN taken it home - LOL!

Kris xx

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EMRANA 9/19/2011 6:40PM

  Wow, you've had a lot of challenges this summer! Now that the season is shifting, so can your circumstances and outlook. Good for you for waxing and making a salad! You're right, gotta start somewhere!

I have to say that I have clinical depression too, and you painted a very realistic picture. You're a talented writer.

I really missed you while you were away. Glad to see you back here again.

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BILL60 9/19/2011 5:40PM

    What about the fitness and nutrition? Did that also go into the proverbial toilet?


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HIPPICHICK1 9/19/2011 5:08PM

    It's nice to read your blog again. Even though you are depressed you still have your sense of humour. Sending you some long distance emoticon and good vibes on the getting off the couch and eating salad front
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APPLEPIEAPPLE 9/19/2011 4:39PM

    I am surprised by how much your life sounds like what I went through the past 10 years. My husband died ten years ago and I am just getting used to living alone, my best friend my dog died 2 years later she was 12 which was old for a large dog. We rented our old house in WV and after some lawyer nightmares after my husband died I finally got it sold as well. The stress of the past few years also added the pounds but they are now very slowly coming off. Keep in touch. We may have much to share.

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SUZYMOBILE 9/19/2011 1:41PM

    Ya gotta start somewhere, indeed! I've had so much turmoil in my life over the past year, too, that I decided I HAD to cling to my Spark routines. Believe it or not, that worked for me. Plus I had Bill, and I don't underestimate the empowerment of not being alone!

I wish you could get a job writing a column for a local paper, or publish your blog as a book, or something! You sure can write, lady.

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JOLINEMR 9/19/2011 1:33PM

    All the comfort I can offer is "this too shall pass" (at least I hope so, as I've had a rather difficult summer as well and keep comforting myself with that thought). Just keep on doing what you can and eventually it will work out.

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BETHGILLIGAN 9/19/2011 1:13PM

    I am soooo glad you're back!! I have so missed you!! It sounds like you've really had a rough time of it (and I thought MY summer was bad! LOL). You have a plan and I know you are a determined woman so GET ON WITH IT!!! Pull yourself together and take one baby step at a time. emoticon

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Chapter 11, wherein Our Heroine makes a few decisions.

Saturday, June 18, 2011

(Beware: this one is going to be long - and also over at mumsananarchist.livejournal.com)


For those of us raised either as or by Depression era babies, it's hard to get rid of things. I don't mean like those poor folks in the tv show Hoarders, but we tend to hang onto Stuff, I think, just "in case we might need it one day." For me, as a mixed media artist, it is particularly difficult. Hey, I might need that single butterfly wing one day, for real!

The hardest part for me, since both my kids are grown, my mother died and I'm widowed, has been to figure out, reasonably, rationally and logically, just who the hell I am. I'm not someone's daughter, I'm not someone's wife, I'm not someone's mother (well, I am, but it's different when they're 20+), I don't seem to own any businesses anymore, nor work for anyone else. I'[m not writing for money either right now, or designing or anything else I've ever done for income.

I'm exceedingly lucky in that, even though money is tight, I have my mother's house to sell (if you need a house in suburban Philadelphia, let me know - I've got a nice ranch house you might like...)l, which will pay off this one and leave me enough left over to think about things for a few months. Granted, it's only worth 60% of what it was two years ago, but it's still money, and I could use some of that.

I'm slowly becoming part of the farming community here, which is a genuinely new experience for me. I'd realized years ago that people out here tend to leave one another alone unless there's trouble, then they all show up to help one another, but I hadn't realized the extent to which this is true. People that I barely knew, people that knew my husband slightly, have all stepped up to bat, not by bringing funeral pies and then forgetting about me (which is how I was raised) but by showing up with suggestions and manpower and hay contracts and machines and wood and tow trucks and IDEAS - and the scope of that has just been astounding to me. This is particularly true as this is an area in which women are not viewed as damsels in distress - most of the women around here could easily have written the famous Harriet Tubman speech themselves.

SO, the thing that ties these apparently disparate paragraphs together is that I've realized I don't need to hold onto everything. I don't need a big tractor (I have a little one that I use for everything, plus lots of things to attach to it for various purposes), I don't need to keep it "in case I want to do something that calls for a big tractor." I can hire a neighbor to plow or whatever. In twelve years we'd given exactly two hayrides. I don't need to keep three hay wagons in case I want to give a hay ride. I can borrow one from my neighbor to the west. I'm never (God help me, NEVER) going to make small square bales of hay again - it's an incredibly labor intensive job and probably one of the reasons farm families had twelve children - so why am I not selling the baler? Because I might need it some day?

I'm keeping the things that are so ancient and rusted that they're only worth their scrap weight, because I'm learning to weld and I honestly may want some parts off them (mixed media artist graduates to cutting metal with fire - what's not to love about that?) I'm selling the rest, because sentimentality be damned, this stuff is worth actual money (maybe twenty thousand altogether?), the chances of my actually needing it ever, let alone before it disintegrates, are minimal, and if by chance I do need one whatever, I can buy it *then*. I don't need to hang onto the one I have now, "just in case."

So a few of my new farm community neighbors are going to help me get all this stuff together (half of it I barely can identify, let alone use), get it cleaned up and moved to a good spot on another road, and sell it for me, answering all those questions I wouldn't have a clue about. Sure, of course, I'll give them some money for doing it, but not nearly enough to cover the hassles they'll experience doing this for me. They're doing it because they're good people, and they want to enable me to get on with my life instead of being stuck in a sea of Stuff, miserable and confused.

Not only that, but I have half a dozen phone numbers I can call day or night, in case two dogs and a shotgun aren't enough, in case I need a woman's shoulder to cry on or a man who knows his way around a wood furnace that's four degrees short of boiling.

We get a lot of opportunities in life to interpret any way we wish. We can bemoan our fate and grow bitter and sad, and there's a certain self-righteous appeal in that, or we can draw ourselves up tall and see the good all around us, people and circumstances willing to help if we'll let them. It's been hard for me to opt to go with the good - artists are *supposed* to suffer, right? ... and smart people are totally self-sufficient - but I'm learning. Baby steps, baby. Baby steps.

PS - that blessed community of friends includes you guys right here on SP. There were times I think I would have gone out of my mind without your kind words and sensible input.

  
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LUNADRAGON 7/2/2011 4:25PM

    I so identify with you as a mixed media artist and not wanting to get rid of even that one butterfly wing....
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Let your creative spirit build a new life into the "junk" and stuff, then show it and sell it.
You have some good ideas.

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MORTICIAADDAMS 6/24/2011 11:31PM

    I so related to this blog. I have trouble letting go of things too. But you have inspired me to do better. We have my MILs house to sell. And a lot of junk to get rid of.

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PENNYAN45 6/21/2011 8:08AM

    I had grandparents and aunts and uncles who were farmers in Ontario, Canada when I was a young child, and I spent lots of time staying with them.
I love farms - and the sense of community and cooperation there is between neighboring farmers.
It's been a very long time - but I enjoyed reading this blog and learning that the same farming spirit is alive and well.

Your new identity will appear amidst this supportive environment.
It is apparent that WRITER will be part of it.



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SUZYMOBILE 6/20/2011 12:22PM

    I love your step-up-to-the-plate, square-your-shoulders (but not all by your lonesome) attitude!

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BETHGILLIGAN 6/19/2011 1:56PM

    I love this!! You are a very wise woman! Allowing your neighbors the opportunity to help you is a true gift to them. You are in a win-win situation!! Getting rid of a lot of that stuff will help free your spirit, too! Now, I wish I could convince my husband how to let go of stuff! LOL

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EMRANA 6/19/2011 10:47AM

  This was such a wonderful blog to read! I can feel so much potential in your life at this moment!

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LONG35 6/19/2011 2:46AM

  And I'm with you Kris, I think about it, and talk about it, but the 'stuff' is still here. I'm getting ready to retire - need to get rid of a lot of 'stuff', but I just can't get motivated. I really liked what this lady had to say, she has a great attitude. Hope a little of it rubs off on me.
Fran

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SLIMMERKIWI 6/19/2011 12:28AM

    WOW - that is A LOT of good, common sense. I should take a leaf out of your book (for the stuff we don't need) but I procrastinate.

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_UMAMI_ 6/18/2011 11:43PM

    I really liked this blog. And I'm tired, so I can't leave anything wonderful to say. I'm the daughter of two Depression-era parents. My dad is frugal and has prepared well for his old age. My mom still shops as a hobby, and has multiples of any product she uses. In addition to a walk-in pantry and 2 fridges and an upright freezer for just the two of them. !!!! (Hmmmm...no wonder she's always viewed the Mormons so favorably!)

I, too, tend to hold on to too much, but I've learned from her example. She shops constantly and is always getting rid of crap! I've decided to make do, recycle, buy less, give away, etc.


ETA: Ladies, you are sooo lucky to have neighbors like that. We've had to call the cops on neighbors we suspect of hitting their kids, and someone has been stealing gas from DH's car for months. I'd give anything for that midwestern/NE silent "watching out for you"!
No, it's not entirely to my aesthetic tastes, but I feel like less of a carbon hog.

I love your neighbors! And I didn't know you were an artist. I've been a bad Spark Friend---I'm sorry.

I kind of lost my husband for a period of time, and I'm still catching up.

I thought this was a really positive blog, and sounds like you are totally moving in the right direction!

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JANEDOE12345 6/18/2011 11:40PM

    Your neighbors sound like mine. This house is on a piece of the old dairy farms and many of the people on this hill are related. So my plowing neighbor can call his cousin to come save a car that slipped over the hump and missed the driveway, or Ed & his daughter come put the a/c in. They are discreet watchers-out-for-me, and I never really knew how much they watched out for kids when they were little. This hill had never had a single lady living alone and as the 31 years passed they came to respect and like me, but if a tree fell out back, they would saunter over to help without being patronizing.

It is encouraging and strengthening to be in a community where you are treated with respect and kindness. I don't think you get that in a city nowadays, altho my mom got a lot of neighbors' help for us kids in the 50's and 60's (but everyone knew my father's family and felt she got shafted in the divorce). I wouldn't walk alone in that same city now.

And of you moved here, Karen, I am sure the people on the hill would see that you had lots of terse Yankee hello's, and then if something happened, they would be there in a flash. I, personally, would bring you a pan of black bean brownies and some hosta. And a mango if I had one around. emoticon

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HIPPICHICK1 6/18/2011 10:55PM

    You have some good neighbours looking out for you. You're a lucky woman!
Suffering is a human condition whether we are artists or not.
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Special Me.....eight more? Are you kidding me?

Wednesday, June 01, 2011

23. I'm basically pretty fearless. I'm not afraid of snakes (I'd have them as pets if they didn't insist on eating things that are alive and needing heat all the time) or mice or even spiders as long as they're outside. I do admit a certain amount of displeasure with the cellar spiders, probably because the "ceiling" is so low. I am afraid of polar bears, but where I live that's not really an issue. I'm not afraid of the dark or the paranormal or anything that goes bump in the night. I'm reasonably cautious about my fellow humans (I do lock doors and the like), but with two dogs, a shotgun and a healthy dose of common sense, I don't lose a lot of sleep.

24. I have great legs. Even at my age and weight, I've still got great legs. And I know how to walk in high heels. A lot of women teeter or sort of clump, but I can walk gracefully in four-inchers. So much so that I lived in heels for years, and destroyed my feet, leading to me being the first kid on the block to have a joint replacement - big toe, 39 years old.

25. I generally have a "can do" attitude. Around my old, rambling (and for a good ten years, completely abandoned to squirrels and rain and all that sort of thing) house, I'll tackle just about any repair or renovation. I don't do roofing, and I don't do electricity - anything else, I'll give it a shot. I read up on the project, ask around if possible, then go for it. It doesn't always work out, and in some rooms, you can see my learning curve if you look from one end to the other (that was the lesson in installing cove moulding,) Some projects I thought would take years wound up taking only hours ... and some projects I thought would take a weekend wound up taking years. But I'll always give it a try.

26. I'm extremely punctual. Early, in fact. And I hate when people set their clocks ten minutes ahead to trick themselves into being on time, because once I know the clock is wrong, I'll calculate the correct time every time I look at it, and that's annoying to me. If I'm not on time, it probably means I totally forgot or will show up quite punctually...on the wrong day.

27. I'm a darned good gardener. When I was still gardening professionally, I billed at $35/hr, which is expensive, but I'm worth it. I know what I'm doing and I can accomplish it quickly because I know what tools I need, I have them, and they're sharp and ready. Sure, you can hire college kids to do the job, but they'll rip out your grandmother's phlox, make messy edges using the wrong shovel, and you'll wind up paying more for them because it'll take them forever to do a lousy job. Hire those boys to mow your lawn and rake your leaves - I'll do those jobs, but it's a waste of your money and my time. Just don't come by my house to look at my work. Classic "shoemaker's child".

28. This may sound silly, but I follow directions extremely well. People think I'm a good cook, but I'm not - I just know how to follow a recipe. I'm supposedly so good at building those things that "require assembly", but it's just because I go to the trouble of laying out all the bits and identifying them, then following the directions one step at a time instead of assuming I know how something should go. Ditto sewing; I can sew quite well - tailor, even - because I do the things in the order they tell me to. I figure it takes five minutes to read through the directions first, and often a whole lot longer to disassemble and reassemble because you "assumed" that it was time to put the doors on and now you can't get the shelves in.

29. I love to label things. I have three label makers - two of the newer kind that print electronically (bought the second because the first was lost) and one of the old kind that made sort of embossed letters. I label all kinds of stuff - boxes, of course, but also light switches (old house = confusing array of switches), file drawer contents, anything where reading a label makes it easier to know what's inside. Occasionally I will label things incorrectly on purpose, or just label things ("lamp", "hairbrush") simply to entertain myself, but we won't talk about that here.

30. I don't always feel obligated to finish what I start. I know lots of people who, once they begin reading a book, feel that they have to read through to the end even if they aren't enjoying it. I feel that there are too many books to read and enjoy as it is - why waste time on the unenjoyable? I won't finish painting a room if I'm not certain that was the color I wanted. I'm usually glad I did that and didn't waste more time and money painting something mint when I wanted celery. I have no problem putting off finishing a task because I need to think about it - the tub is still awaiting its tile surround because I keep changing my mind and tile is a lot harder to re-do than paint. And there are things that, even though I bought the necessary supplies to do something, I lost interest in it before it was even begun (anyone need twenty year old macrame string?) But there are things that I will see through to the end, just because it feels good to put paid to the thing. And this set of thirty Special Me qualities is one of those. Done!

  
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UUCEEJAY 6/18/2011 6:53AM

    I like your can do attitude! I have always waded into house repair projects like that. My husband doesn't like doing those kinds of things and always worry when I start one that I will mess it up.

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SLIMLILA 6/14/2011 10:54AM

    Wow, amazing blog... makes me want to go back and read the rest, but you know what's going on in my life and I can't take time to do that right now, gotta try to fix up my own crazy life.... thanks for stopping by my blog and offering support and encouragement and back at ya!!!

I'll trade you the macrame cord for wool (old phentex for slippers) and fabric!!!! Some of it is at least 20 years old too...lol!!

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ACIMPEGGY 6/7/2011 6:01PM

    Great blog! Got you thinking, huh! As a student of ACIM, though, I believe as part of the Sonship of God, we are all special....or none of us are.

I do believe, in this illusion, we each have our strengths and weaknesses, though.

Isn't it interesting how many different ways there are to look at things?!

Love the sound of your old house! emoticon

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STARLASUE 6/7/2011 7:32AM

    You can do it - 8 more to go - I have 12 to go and yeah they get tougher as we go.

May I just say you are one AWESOME person! Just look at all the wonderful things that are great about you. emoticon

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WONDERFUL2BME 6/4/2011 1:56PM

    23. Me too
24. Not me because so much of my weight is in my legs but I know they are under there and I'm working on that!
25. Mostly me too. I don't do plumbing because I don't want to but I have, out of necessity, done a lot of my own fixin and repairin and making better
26. Me too. I hate being late. It is just too stressful. I'd rather get somewhere in time to relax a bit before I have to rush into whereever.
27. Not me. I always end up killing plants. I think I over nurture them!
28. Me too
29. Whoa is me! I am such an organizer. The problem here is I go crazy around disorganiztion to the point I have worn myself out trying to organize others. I now resist or leave the situation because it is too frustrating when I return to that persons home (my sister) the next day and it is chaos again.
30. I do finish but it may not look like it to others because I do have many things going on at the same time. This way I can switch around what I do for the day. I guess I don't feel obligated to work on one thing until done though.

This is a really great list to do. I think I will try my hand at it as well.

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BETHGILLIGAN 6/2/2011 8:48AM

    YAY!! You did it!!! Reading these make me glad you're my Spark friend!!!

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HIPPICHICK1 6/1/2011 11:42PM

    This blog makes me wanna hang out with you all the more! You are special and then some. Can I call you Ginger (Rogers)?
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EMRANA 6/1/2011 8:46PM

  Great list! I especially like #30, 'cause I agree with you and most people I know aren't like that. I am not going to spend time on something that isn't what I'd hoped, so the book can be donated, the DVD can be given away, and I can always create a different outcome. YAY!

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