October 23, 2014 at 5:36pm
Back in the daze of Blogville...
|Read some blogs yesterday. I need to do that more often. Back in the days of Blogville...
...the burlesque was amazing!
Yesterday evening... after dark... I washed my clothes at the laundromat. I went to the market for duct tape, soap, mouthwash... and picked up some flax cereal and chicken breasts.
Spent over $30? Ouch.
At home: found a picture of my favorite barber in Kansas and one of another friend from when I lived there. I'm going through papers. Fortunately I'm looking at each piece. Slows me down but this has to be done and slowly is the only way that works for me.
There is a wonderful event in San Jos√©, Costa Rica this weekend, another in P√©rez Zeled√≥n next week. I'll miss both. Getting 5 days notice doesn't work for me... but it's tempting.
Awful time of year to visit due to the weather, but I wouldn't be going for the weather.
So... Australia? An Italian friend of mine is visiting there. Maybe I just need to visit friends (like I did in England) instead of visiting a place. Still...
In any case, dragging my butt around behind me today. Just like yesterday, just like the day before. Friends are starting to notice... and commenting. Hmm.
Need to read more blogs... tomorrow.
October 22, 2014 at 3:20pm
Honest or Negative?
ME, myself, and...
I no longer know whether I'm being honest or just negative.
I do know that today I want to take a nap in spite of how beautiful it is outside.
I could read... but even that takes effort.
I'm at the Drop Dead Den (a.k.a. the Senior Center) having eaten eggs, bacon and blueberry pancakes for lunch. Breakfast was buttered reheated roasted buttercup squash.
Maybe I'm suffering from an overdose of butter?
Last night I went to one of my writers' groups. Listened to their stories and wrote another scene from my NaNoWriMo offering, Wound.
That went fine but then I went to poetry workshop and no one was there... Not happy about that.
I have things to do most every day. But... I still want a nap.
October 21, 2014 at 2:55pm
Let it rain...
It's raining. A light but wet one. (Yes, sometimes the rain barely wets the pavement here.) Some leaves will fall but it should still be beautiful for a few days. Frost, possibly freeze, this weekend though.
Can't complain. October has been lovely.
I do like the rain. Just not grey skies for days on end. I travel during the winter to escape the grey not the cold. I can handle the cold.
Where to go this year... or do I stay... Difficult either way. Portugal comes to mind. Cool but sunny in Algarve.
So... feeling like I accomplished something yesterday by moving a cardboard wardrobe (with my Italian suits in it) into the closet. A bit of a squeeze as I forgot about the molding at the base of the walls. But it's in. I do a little then sit (write or read) or cook or.... I have so much to do that it doesn't matter what gets done as long as something is started and preferably finished. Finishing is another of my issues.
Why do I do it this way?
1. Exhausted. Any exertion tires me out.
2. Overwhelm. I feel like nothing is getting done. So getting anything done and acknowledging that is good enough some days.
3. If I go from one task to another I'm tackling no. 1 and 2 in a positive way. Some tasks are more physical, others more mental.
4. There's a lot to be done. Unless I hire someone to unclutter and clean it's going to take awhile.
5. I keep up with dishes and my wash so that they don't add to the long list of undone chores.
Portugal? I wouldn't have to unclutter or clean much! I travel light. Plus, I really liked it there. S√©n√©gal and Colombia are still options. I could always visit Central America, even Costa Rica... someday.
October 20, 2014 at 5:43pm
|...almost missed lunch!
Pork and rice and mushroom gravy today. Very nice.
After fighting with the computer I need to go home and continue the Battle of the Bugs and Clutter.
And... I have to somehow find a plot for "Wound". I write a scene every day but it's not going anywhere yet.
I'm reading one of Niven's "Ringworld" novels. Getting interesting. Maybe if I do some chores I can soak in the tub and read.
No other news. No other plans. In spite of lovely weather.
I'm so boring at times. But I do need to be careful as I'm also stressed out...
October 18, 2014 at 9:01pm
|...newspaper ...pink at the game.
UM won its game to the delight of waves of pink and maroon over blue jeans.
It was breast cancer awareness day. Even the Missoulian was printed on pink paper.
Me? Okay, but not so pink. Feel like I'm getting nowhere... even though that's not true.
Journal, Wound (my NaNoWriMo effort this year), market...
Must wander home now and clean and unclutter. It's been a battle. I bought a bookcase yesterday and quickly filled it. Next? Consolidating boxes by content and throwing out as much as I dare.
This is the crux of the struggle. MUST THROW THINGS OUT!
Maybe I'll cook up those French garlic sausages I bought first...
October 15, 2014 at 2:53pm
A bit better today in spite of rough night. A shower helped when I couldn't sleep. Thought about soaking in the tub.
Submitting, writing, editing, chores.
If I get back to chores I'll be better off in the long run. Small progress yesterday. So easily overwhelmed... This clogs my daily life and my ability to sleep.
Avoidance just kicks it down the road.
Same for everything else.
Today the day isn't beckoning me forth like yesterday. I was able to ignore those Sirens and got something done.
Writing, editing, submitting.
Yesterday was focused on submitting. First time in a long time. If I could just keep focused on that...
October 14, 2014 at 3:03pm
The evening unfolds in gentian...
|...as flimsy as the wisps of silky clouds.
I'm not well emotionally. I go into details elsewhere.
Just say that life goes on on this beautiful autumn day. Warm, sunny and leaves changing. The maples across the river are red, the locusts still golden. Lovely time of year.
I need to spend the day inside taking care of unattended chores.
If I do what needs to be done I may have better news tomorrow. Don't hold your breath.
In the snews:
We're looking forward to our first case of Ebola here as our hospital is one of four in the country capable of handling diseases of this sort. Dallas was not.
Marriage comes to Idaho and Alaska but not yet to Montana. Soon.
Politics... people still think that everything revolves around money or fear. Money... as in... never got enough so let's let the wealthy hoard it all... Fear... as in... we must be fearful of everything or we have nothing to complain about.
Enter Ebola and Marriage...
Yes, Ebola is serious; the Plague was serious. However, guns and automobiles kill thousands every year. Influenza has the potential to kill thousands this winter. Don't get me started on poverty!
And Marriage? That's serious too. But denying people civil recognition of their relationship doesn't make the U.S. a more moral nation. Huckabee of Arkansas take note.
My fears? Personal. Those that trigger my traumas are brutal. Neither Ebola nor your marital status frighten me.
October 13, 2014 at 5:06pm
|an on-line place to submit ...apparently I already have an account! When I sent work to "Whitefish" three years ago I opened one. Hmm... so I updated it.
Some progress today. Not much.
Photos from Lisbon on-line. Re-opened my Submittable account. This blog...
Friday: book festival. Loved Dave Caserio's presentation. Wrote a poem for Melissa Mylchreest while she read.
Saturday: more festival. Sat and chatted with Emily Withnall from "Camas". I wrote her a poem, "Emerald Aurora". Evening performance in the Wilma was wonderful.
Sunday: went to Georgina Snow's house for reading/signing of Nona Burroughs Babcock's just published novel. Went to Joyce's for dinner. Got my "Nick fix" at The Break afterwards.
So... books to read, writing to edit, photos to edit, poems to submit...
Still don't have the energy to match what I need to do.
At least the weather is nice today. After rain and cold... sun and some warmth.
October 9, 2014 at 4:46pm
No time to rest. I'll be dead...
|...a long long time.
So worn out. Happened last year at this time too... or was that the last two years?
The Montana Festival of the Book is about to begin and I need to be focused and twinkle-toed to get to events. And I have no energy.
Like today... just want to take a nap.
Weather is lovely. Color-change under blue skies. Brilliant.
Not so bright.
I did manage to apologize to a friend, but he didn't know why I was apologizing so I let it go. And my sister called (she never calls) to tell me our mother was in hospital (medication screw-up). I talked to a cousin and managed to call my aunt without her sensing something was wrong with her sister (gold star for that; there'll be time to call and explain this weekend).
All of this drained me.
Oh, I did get to a couple gatherings this week. Not today. I may not even go this evening when my writing group gathers... and I should.
No physical energy and emotionally I'm whack.
And I'm yawning...
October 4, 2014 at 6:23pm
Hoof and pie hole disease...
|...jam it down that gap rapidly and often.
Until it hurts.
So I made an ass out of myself last night. I'll write about that elsewhere...
But it does beg the question:
1. How do we forgive ourselves when we realize we were wrong?
I can only speak for us HSPs. Being Super Sensitive means we kick ourselves about mistakes long after others have forgotten the moment.
Maybe if I say... "I don't hate myself; I only hate myself when I _____."
I'm coping by focusing on other things. Like coffee! Or following the football game (UMontana barely won 18-15 in North Dakota on the last play).
Talking with friends helps as long as I keep it brief. No one needs my shit; they have their own.
So tonight I'll focus on my writing or editing photos or something.
Tomorrow may be a road trip.
If I don't mess it up.
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