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how's this for spectacular !

The back back shore as seen from atop the bayberry and wild rose pasture this year in early spring. An image I found last evening while strolling down this year's memory lane and through the now thousands of images (some spectacular and many completely mundane) in my computer's iphoto library. Hunting for inspiration for today's blog posting. I'm most happy when I retreat to the nest each evening knowing what the image(s) is that I'll be posting the next morning and I almost always try to have that to-do crossed off my list before bed. I don't worry so much about the words but I do like to have the image figured out. I did take a few photo's yesterday of my Charlie Brown's Christmas Tree-esque kitchen window's twinkling, sparkling, multi coloured mini lights and if you're patient and keep reading you may get a peek.

I have a hole in my exhaust (so the drive to pick up groceries sounds like I'm driving a dirt bike which is tres embarrassing) I do have an appointment at the garage Friday morning for the teal coloured '97 Ford Escort wagon. My laundry room roof leaked (again) yesterday in the driving pouring rain. Last night I burnt soup ? I was making in one of my new super duper stainless steel pots. Very large sigh. My desk is completely covered with black drawing pens and pieces of tracing paper and drawings in various stages of completion and it's official ... this week is and has been ... totally blah.



Grumpy, messy, un-enthused. Sigh. Two weeks until Christmas - even bigger sigh. Last week at the height of my spinning, twirling mad at-the-teak-topped-desk-all-the-time, oh so productive Hello ! this is the new me girl I really was convinced that maybe blah girl had packed her bags and left for good. No such luck. Fortunately Ache, Sadness & Tears have all gone out west to work in Fort McMurray for the winter, they do call me collect every now & then and often when I least expect it but they're not here, underfoot, day in and day out. I'm sure this blah-ness has a lot to do with the fact that Christmas is only two weeks away. Another reminder of all the things I wanted to do, meant to do, would have been so nice to do. Cookies to bake, gifts to create, packages to bundle up pretty and send off in the mail. Reminders of who I wish I was. Kinder, gentler, more thoughtful and with oodles more social skills - 'tis the party season after all. My whole life I've wanted to be that Christmas girl. But I'm just not her.

I don't feel like doing any of it, I'm quickly running out of time and this happens to me every year.

Yesterday I ordered myself a customized version of this sweet Christmas gift (I'm having the letter J stamped into the back of the tiny gold heart). Best gal pal and designer MLou called and we talked for ages. She made me laugh so hard that I was afraid I'd get the hiccups and/or pee my pants. I haven't laughed that hard in ages. They say laughter is the best medicine ... and I do believe this to be true.

I'm kind of getting the hang of this living in the moment business. In the moment I've found, lately at least (and I'm continually testing this theory - much like the smash hit Can you hear me now? ad campaign for Verizon OK Susan how do you feel now? an hour later what about now? I try to sneak up on my feelings ... How 'bout now ? ) the worst it ever is, it seems, in that very moment ... is blah.

Blah passes ... blah's not so bad.


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