Gratitude * Sunday
Sunday’s heartfelt tradition.
A time to slow down, to reflect, to be grateful.
A list of gratitudes, our gratefulness feeds one another.
Quoted from Taryn Wilson
Joining the Gratitude Sunday Tradition at Wooly Moss Roots.
Oh! Spring! Thy colors
glow, thy new birds sing and grow
while squirrels quarrel.
A two day weekend is just not enough. I don’t think I felt much different before I developed this writing habit; my child was small then and there never seemed to be enough time to get everything done or do all the things we wanted to do.
I have left behind the days of my youth when I could work 7 days a week, 12 and 14 hour days. I was self-employed then and the more I worked the more money I made. The difference is I had the physical ability and mental fortitude to work those kinds of hours.
A co-worker and I agreed a three day work week at my salary would work. For her (she is 30 and has a husband who can support her) this would be a great increase in income, for me (I’m 60 and have supported a disabled hubster for 30 years) it would merely be fewer hours spent away from home and still not enough money to support it all. My home needs me. Desperately. I will not brag about the train wreck mess I live in.
Don’t get me wrong; financially it all goes “fine”; I just have no cushion of any kind against any sort of catastrophe. Despite huge amounts of money spent every month on insurance packages of all kinds I have little confidence they will “rescue” me when shit hits the fan. The illusionary cushion I have is a small credit line I can borrow freely against, but the catch-22 is technically I’m borrowing money that has to be paid back at a huge interest rate. For me huge interest rates equal true emergencies not groceries or bills.
Why yes, I am a perfect-worlder. In a perfect world, every person has a roof, food, fresh water, and the security of knowing their home is not going to be ripped out from under them, regardless of income or ability to produce income. For a young family the security of raising their family, for the child to never have to be pulled from a school mid-year because the family lost their home, for the elder who is preparing to die, knowing your home is secure is a major factor in success. If one has home security it is easier to create food security.
We work so many hours with so little to show for it. My mom used to say if every person also had a little home business on the side, in addition to their day job, the United States would be a better place and each family would be better off. My little business on the side should be selling off half the stuff I own. No wait, I remember now, I love my stuff too much and decided to create a museum and charge people to look at my stuff.
I feel like I never get enough done. If I’m writing (which I prefer as a pastime) I’m not housekeeping (not my favorite thing to spend my time on), and if I’m housekeeping I’m not writing. My house is a wreck and the writing, being a creative endeavor, is never done.
I’d set a goal earlier this year to spend one hour each weekend cleaning one thing or the other. That’s not going terribly well. My health has been contrary so to make it through a work week I rest on the weekends when I should be cleaning. Good thing I set my goal early in the year; there’s half a year left to accomplish it before autumn rolls rounds again. Perhaps I’ll schedule some three and four day weekends for vacation time; there never seems to be enough vacation time. I am so looking forward to retirement because I will have plenty to do. My subversive “little” brain suggests perhaps I just don’t want to do it, but the maid just needs to show up more often to keep the beggar’s velvet under control.
Color Watch – blooming attractions in my neighborhoods this week – sedum rooting itself in the moss at the base of the pot; dwarf yellow iris; a pine cone I loved the green and brown of; a surprise purple viola popped up in a crack in my driveway; a neighbor’s walkway and tulip bed; I love the bright yellow tulips best for their cheeriness; pink tulips make me feel sweet, soft, and fuzzy; yellow and red striped tulips shine like neon; parrot tulips; dark purple tulips as well; a creamy white tulip; pink tulips amid a sea of grape hyacinth; a pale pink candy-striped hyacinth; a bridal veil bush nearly overwhelming with scent and bees; yellow and white, ruffled, and triplet daffodils and narcissus; an unidentified blue blossomed bush; cascades of sweet white and pink allysum; a very yellow green bush; an unidentified white snowball from a sweetly scentful tree; the new blue tips on a blue spruce; two kinds of shooting stars in the yard that three weeks ago was filled with yellow and purple crocus; a mystical corner in that same yard;a little blue star-daisy type flower; trying to catch the yellow green of this bush I discover tiny pink buds waiting to blossom; a pale yellow bell-flower; when I discovered this unidentified low bush last year I imagined fairies making their ball dresses with the delicate blossoms; a tangle of pink cherry blossoms; the promise of next week’s red azalea blossoms.
Currently Reading – Y (2013, fiction novel) by Marjorie Celona; The Spark of Life: Electricity in the Human Body (2012, biology) by Frances Ashcroft; My Age of Anxiety: Fear, Hope, Dread, and The Search for Peace of Mind (2014, clinical psychology) by Scott Stossel. Yes, concurrently. When a book leaves this list look for my review on my From Me 2 U Book Review page.
This week I have been grateful for:
- April is poetry month. I receive a poem every day in my e-mail from The Borzoi Reader. Wordly inspiration to end the day.
- The brilliant shades of green our Oregon weather produces, our benefit from the quality rainfall we get.
- Greens, reds, yellows, pinks, purples, blues, creamy whites, and grays. All kinds of eye candy from Mother Nature.
- All my abundances even when they overwhelm me.
- Another day.
- Meeting an elderly neighbor while taking photos of her flowers.
- Being able to turn on some Vivaldi when the boy noise of shooting type video games and car racing is too much for me.
- Nearing completion of several difficult essays.
- Feeling flattered to be invited to join a writer’s group. I’ve never had much luck with these, but it’s nice to be invited. I think I give great positive critique, yet often find my work is difficult for other writers to deal with, as well as my own difficulty taking any kind of criticism. Still it was nice to be asked.
- Collecting on a hug promised back in June when my mom died. It was worth the wait. Many more coming in the future I know.
- Having simple, healthful, easy to prepare foods in my fridge and cupboard.
- Being able to eat a little when I’m not feeling well.
Hoping you have a lovely week.
Namaste. Peace. Blessings.
Ribbon border by Laurel Burch