I didn’t quit yesterday at 6:00, nor did I enjoy the pool. Instead, I’ve been working with my ISP in an attempt to fix whatever it is that’s wrong. Of course, so far, it’s not the fault of the ISP (they claim), it’s not the fault of the modem (they claim), and it’s not the fault of my time capsule (I claim). So right now, no one is to blame; therefore, no one is attempting to rectify the problem.
How many times have you heard that?
As promised, I’ve altered my routine …somewhat. (Rome wasn’t built in a day and all that stuff.) I DID get up earlier. Libby and I had a walk before the work-day started at 9:00 AM, and I actually had lunch at the table instead of at my computer. See? I’m making progress!
And here’s the best part. I’m quitting work at 6:00 PM no matter what. I have plans…
I still feel like I’m runnin’ on empty, but I figure it’s only going to get better. Go me — I’ve even made lots of hay already today.
One more thing — just for the record. I’m tossing aside thoughts of marrying some Afghan. Where is this coming from? I read a New York Times article today about the Shiite Personal Status Law that was put into effect at the end of July. It gives Shiite men in Afghanistan the legal right to starve their wives if their sexual demands are not met. And get this… Shiite women must obtain permission from their husbands to even leave their houses, “except in extreme circumstances.” Like I would go along with that! Bah! (Check out the videos too. Woah!)
I’ve posted before about how oftentimes we become so busy doing busy work, that we forget (or feel we don’t have time), to enjoy the good stuff. I’ve warned you about it, and then have found that I’ve fallen into that same pattern myself. There’s regular work, there are the extra projects that I’ve recently taken on, there’s the home remodeling task — and then, people have to eat, dishes have to be done and we need clean clothes to wear.
The grind starts early and ends late. It seems that every day I’m becoming more bummed out than the day before. And for what? To capture more cash to get to a future spot? I’m all about making hay while the sun shines. I know that in 10 years or so I simply won’t be able to keep up with what I do now. There will be new “me’s”, with fresher ideas and better memories. I understand that we should all apply ourselves and work hard while we can — and I hope that in 10 years, I’ll be really freaking awesome at something that old chicks can excel in.
But how much life do we miss out on just by running to get to where we think we want to be?
This morning I woke up early. I made a pot of coffee, poured a really big cup and took Libby to the back deck to relax by the pool. My head was still churning with ideas, to-do lists and unfinished business. Then — I looked at the face in the photo above and decided that it’s time for me to do things differently. Libby was content to do absolutely nothing. Now there’s something I’ve never been able to do.
Tomorrow is Monday, and I plan to adjust my routine. I’ll keep you posted on how it turns out. Maybe you’ll want to play along at home with this experiment. Yah?
Posted by Perry
They say that everyone deserves a second chance. That people make mistakes and should have the chance to redeem themselves. “Forgive and forget” has been said to me countless times in my life and most times I’ve tried to do just that.
This time, however, I just can’t seem to simply ‘forgive’ someone who has done something so cruel and disturbing that I almost have no words to describe it.
I’m talking about Michael Vick and his signing by the Philadelphia Eagles. Hard to believe that a person can be involved in something as disgusting as dog fighting and still get an NFL contract.
I’ve read some comments from people saying he should be allowed to play again, that if the people who are showing compassion for the dogs should also show it to a person, and that he’s ‘payed his debt to society’. Payed his debt?
The man served two years. Big deal. He filed for bankruptcy. So?
For those who are arguing those points; here is my problem with Vick playing again. Michael Vick helped kill eight dogs who performed ‘poorly’ in his little dog fighting enterprise. Now if Vick himself had a bad performance on the field, he could just tell his coach, “Sorry coach, I’ll work harder and do better next week.” The dogs couldn’t do that – they were either drowned, hung, shot or electrocuted.
Another problem I have with it is the fact that unlike dogs, Michael Vick knows the difference in right from wrong. Period. Is he sorry he lost his position with the Falcons? Yes. Is he sorry for getting caught? Yes. Is he sorry he did what he did? Nope.
If there are some people who think this post is a bit harsh, or that I’m being unreasonable, then you are missing the point. Playing in the NFL is a privilege – it’s not a right. Mr. Vick can look forward to one thing in Philly. The fans there who oppose him being signed will not soon let him forget what he did.
Vick back in the NFL – unbelieveable.
I posted this morning about how my son, Ben, forced me to start watching series one of Lost. That in turn got me thinking about how he’s pretty much had the ability to manipulate me into doing lots of other stuff throughout the years. From that point, I started thinking about a photo that my friend, Alisa, captured a very long time ago. It’s a typical Ben/Shelley photo (him growling — me exasperated). Of course, when I found that photo, I found another jewel that I couldn’t help but share too.
Seriously, what was I thinking? C’mon — if you’re gonna be blonde, do something with the roots. Ok?