Day 41 of The Purge


Confession: I don’t think I should say this blog is about purging anymore. Although.  .  .

Tim and I talked about purging yesterday. It didn’t go well. More in a bit.

The last four days were what I consider ‘good’ days. The weather was decent; I got some great walks in (Tim even came with me once).

We took some dance lessons on Friday night. Learned the two-step, which I pretty much knew how to do, but they taught us how to twirl and do the cuddle. We need more practice, but we had fun and met some nice people.

Saturday was an incredibly lazy day. The most I did was make this weight watchers loaded cauliflower bake. We visited with some friends in the evening and I wanted to give this recipe a try. It was actually very good. Lo-carb and (fairly) lo-cal. The important thing is it had cheese and bacon in it.

Sunday, I spent the morning on the phone.  Easy to do when you have seven siblings. Then Tim and I indulged ourselves and went to Cora’s for brunch.

I never used to be a Cora’s fan, but I tell you, I sure am now.

After our leisurely brunch – where the subject of purging raised its ugly head – we went for a long walk in the cold, but very sunny afternoon. Lovely.

So now about the purging.

And it occurs to me that I have discovered another way that I am actively purging, but I’ll get to that after this.

While we were waiting for our meals at Cora’s we began discussing the future. As in three years from now when Tim retires again.

One of our main plans is to have our house completely retirement ready. All repairs and reno’s done so that we don’t have to spend our time, energy and limited income on doing them when we have nothing but time on our hands.

To do that we have to really clean house. Tim and I have VERY different ideas about what that means.

I would like to get one of those rent-a-dumpsters and just go to town.

Tim is all for saving every thing. He considers all the stuff we’ve accumulated over 39 years together as’ history’.

You see the problem.

The more we (I) talked the more agitated he got. Finally, it got to the point where he told me he wasn’t going to talk about it anymore. Which annoyed the crap out of me. So I asked him what could we talk about. Nothing, he said. So, what, we’re just going to sit here staring at one another? I asked. I guess, he said.

So that’s what I did. I made my eyes as big as I could and I stared right at him. He was studiously ignoring me, but he finally had to look in my direction. The second his eyes caught mine he started to laugh. You’re such a jerk, he said.

After that we had a great time. However, I wisely left the subject of purging alone.

Now, the way in which I am actively doing some purging is while I’m walking. I get so tired of seeing garbage on the street and walkways and I always complain about it.  Last week I decided to stop complaining. Instead, I pick it up.

Fort McMurray is a wonderful town for having an abundance of garbage cans and receptacles on its streets. And for the most part its citizens are very good about using them. Still, there is always some garbage littering the ground. Generally, it’s plastic stuff. Stuff that won’t break down or biodegrade.

It’s such an easy thing to do to bend down and pick it up and carry it the few feet to the next garbage can.

There you have it. It won’t save the world, but it’ll keep a little more waste out of the river and the trees and maybe it’ll save a bird or a fish.

Gotta love the urge to purge.

June 15th and 16th

Days 167 and 168 — The weekend.  Yesterday I ventured out for a bit.  Went with Tim to the hospital in Redwater to have his staples removed.  Then went for breakfast — which, sadly, wasn’t very good.  After that it was in to the city to run a few errands and pick up a few groceries.  Got home around 2 o’clock.  Totally tuckered out.  Had a nap, then got up and watched t.v.  Boring.

Today was Father’s Day.  Went and had breakfast/brunch with my son and his family.  Tim was working so he missed out.  It was very nice — eggs benny and all the fixin’s.  Stayed and visited for a little bit then got home and actually did stuff!  Cleaned up some dishes, did some laundry, some CUPE filing that had got way behind and made a few CUPE related phone calls.  I even had energy to make supper!

I don’t want to jinx myself, but I really do feel like myself again.

May 10th, 11th & 12th

Days 131, 132 and 133 — Friday was the start of 3 beautiful days.  The weather warmed up and the sun came out.  Friday evening we went and watched our granddaughter play baseball.  It’s actually t-ball, but, really, it’s baseball.  It was fun.  Afterward, Grandpa and Iwent and had a burger and a beer at a little bar in Morinville.  Very good burger.

Saturday was my birthday.  I celebrated by getting my hair cut and dyed and then went dress shopping.  Picked up a couple of cute dresses at Avenue Clothes on Whyte.  Very pleased with my purchases.  Then, I made the long and arduous trip out to WEM.  Needed to pick up some of my face-care stuff and, unfortunately, that’s the only store in the city.  Got home about 5:30 and the kids were there.  We had bbq ribs and potatoes, greek salad and — beer!  We had a blast.  The grandkids gave me some lovely nature-inspired art.  Need to get some frames and hang it.

Sunday was Mother’s Day.  I got the royal treatment.  Tim took me out for brunch to the Red Piano.  Lovely meal.  With our brunch I recieved two complimentary tickets to attend an evening performance at the RP.  We are definitely going to check it out.  I’m guessing that it would be a much more raucous and rowdy performance when it’s an adult only audience.

All in all, I had a perfect weekend.  Thanks to everyone who sent me birthday wishes.  It’s nice to be remembered.

My last Monday of holiday time . . Sigh!

Here’s today’s blog from my meanderings:

He has this neat little thing going, kind of like tweeting, I guess, where you post ten word comments.  He’s trying to reach a million of them, I think.  Check it out, some of the comments are pretty neat.  I left my own ten-worder, and now am obsessing over others.

It was a pretty quiet weekend here at chez Larson.  Tim went for a ride with a buddy then worked in the yard.  Landon, Jenn and the kids came for brunch yesterday — we had the traditional eggs Benedict, was wonderful.  And other than grocery and shoe shopping I didn’t do a damn thing.

Well, I did finish Atonement on Saturday.  Wonderful book.  Read it.  There’s a surprising revelation at the end.  Ian McEwan has just become one of my favorite authors.

So, my gd car has to go into the shop again!  This time it’s the keyless entry system.  Just up and quit on me.  You know, I love this vehicle for the way it drives, the comfortable interior, the smart look, but I am less than pleased with all the ‘little’ things that have required fixing.  It seems to me there is something faulty with the electrical system if I keep having these problems.

Anyway. . .  that’s what I’m doing on my last Tuesday of my holidays.  Huge sigh.

Last Friday I did something I never thought I would.  I went through all my old files of writing — the articles and short stories I had started but never finished — and I threw most of them away.  I thought it would hurt, or cause me some major anxiety, but it was actually quite easy.  I shook my head once or twice when I thought about the wasted time and the amount of paper, but afterwards I felt good.  It was like I got rid of a huge weight.  That file drawer full of unfinished projects, the accordion files filled with twenty-five year old clippings (I know, I can hear some of you gasping that I tossed them) were like nagging, mean-spirited, nasty tormentors that made me feel like a failure every time I opened the drawer or walked past their dust-covered tops.

I kept my hundreds of rejections and copies of anything that I thought might still have potential.  Why did I do this?  Is it because I’m giving up on writing?  No.  It’s just that I feel it’s time to move forward.  To stop being bogged down by everything I haven’t done.  To get going on the stuff I want to accomplish.  All those old ideas were good ones at one time, but they lost their relevance a long time ago.  I just couldn’t accept that.

It was surprising for me to go through my files because in there were published articles and pieces that I had forgotten about.  I was actually quite proud of myself when I took a look at all I had actually accomplished as a writer.  Now, it’s time to get back there.  No more excess baggage, no more guilty avoidance of the file drawer.  I can open it now and add new stuff.  Stuff I will finish.

That’s the plan, anyway.

I am feeling good about this!