Several blogs ago I wrote about the WeBlog team that I belong to. Jenny, the team leader, posts 'prompts' to get us thinking and blogging on various ideas.
Myself, I often do a paragraph or two in the discussion thread, but not much beyond that. I might at some point, but of course as you Faithful Readers know my time is limited just now, and my dreary blogs (!) are mostly about what I'm doing each day so we'll be ready to move.
The prompt Jenny came up with today intrigued me, partly because of what I have going on. She wrote 'Do you have a plan for spring cleaning? Will you be spring cleaning any bad habits health wise?'
Well, by golly, there's an idea. I don't know what habits I might tackle per se. (Notice I didn't say I don't HAVE any bad habits, just that I don't know which-of-the-hundreds I might address, lol.) But I suddenly had a mental image - you should pardon the pun - of sweeping cobwebs off the ceiling and mopping corners, clearing out the dust-bunnies that have accumulated in my head over the winter. What an idea. I love it. Breath of fresh air thru the brain.
So as I go about the mindless chores for tomorrow, why, I'll think of some emotional things to throw out, some ideas to rework, maybe a method of organization for the memory files, perhaps come up with a mental-health plan or two. Doubt there's much in there the charity shop would be interested in, but other than that - spring cleaning. Yes, I like it. Thanx, Jenny!
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I started sorting thru the books today. I can see this is going to be slow work. First, I have a (not necessarily bad) habit of tucking things into books. There's a travel book I had for my first trip to London (2002) and I have a dried leaf in it that I picked up in the 'yard' at St Paul's Cathedral. A copy of 'Katherine,' by Anya Seton, with a postcard of Katherine Swynford's tomb in Lincoln Cathedral. An old recipe of my mother's fell out of one of the cookbooks as I dusted it. And of course I have to glance thru some books, turning a page here and there, reading a message on a flyleaf (I love it when people write inside books). I suppose the most time-consuming part of this operation is my continual mind-changing. 'I'll put that in the charity pile... No I won't... I'll give it to so-and-so... No I won't... Put that on this shelf... Maybe I could give this one away... No I won't...' Yah, it's slow-going, but a fun slow-going.
Do you sense I'm not feeling pressure here? I suppose if the realtor calls and says 'Someone wants to view the house tomorrow at 3' THEN I'd be feeling pressure, lol. In the meantime though, I'll just keep meandering.
Oh, and here was a pleasant surprise: I think I mentioned that I joined Spark's 8-Week Diabetes Challenge team - in fact, I'm in the last week now. Today I had a message from Coach Tanya that I won one of the prizes they give away each week. How's that for a treat? Suits me right down to the ground.
Tomorrow morning is the semi-annual blood check for the HbA1c (and lipids, and triglycerides, and kidney check, and liver function). I hate blood tests. I really do. What makes this one worse is it has to be fasting. By the time we're able to plow thru the take-a-number system and get back home, I will probably be two hours late having my breakfast AND MY COFFEE. Grrr... There's my stress, all right. Argh. Doesn't bear thinking about, so I won't. But I really do hate the damned things, lol...
Beatleband tonight. I can take out some of the angst on the drums. No sense of rhythm, no style, but pounding on 'em is a great way to vent, thinks me.
Goodnight, Sparklers, wherever you are!