Wednesday morning, it’s chilly but. . .

. . . we were promised a high of 17 degrees today!

I really debated about breaking out the capri’s this morning, but I think I’ll hold off for a week or so.  For the time being I’ll go sockless or in sandals.  Oh, and I’ll wear short sleeves, too.

I’m kind of in a funny place right now.  I’ve been spending a lot of time spring-cleaning my house and just trying to get back to a more settled way of life.

What that has amounted to really, is me sleeping a lot.  I’ve been incredibly tired for the last week or so and though I’ve pushed myself through it and got a lot of stuff accomplished, I find that by nine o’clock I’m pretty much done in.  And then, trying to drag my hiney out of bed in the morning?  What a chore that is.

It’s probably just the weather, the change in seasons; I only hope it passes soon.

On the writing side of things:  my novel is going nowhere.  I have, in fact, abandoned it for the moment.  I did, however, begin a new children’s book.  And I’ve surfed out some contests that I could enter.  If I get up the energy.

Perhaps a big part of my problem is the fact that we’ve had a great deal of time off from work the past month.  A week at the end of March (our Spring Break), followed by two four-day work weeks because of the Easter holiday.  Then, added to that I was away at a convention for nearly a week prior to Spring Break.

I sort of get into this fantasy world of what it would be like to be able to be at home every day, and then, when it ends I’m left a little confused and disoriented.  It’s a bit of a struggle for a few days to get back into the routine of leaving the house for work.  Prepping the coffee the night before.  Making sure my lunch is ready.  Leaving enough time to iron a blouse, put on makeup, straighten my hair.

I so much prefer just waking up and padding about the house quietly with a cup of coffee in my hand, trying to find the brightest patch of sunlight to curl up in while I sit and ponder the day ahead.

It was nice while it lasted.

Have a great day everyone — and don’t work too hard.


25,504 words — but I’m about 3000 words behind

It’s been a tough week as far as writing time goes.  There has just been so much else going on, none of which I will bore anyone with.

Suffice it to say I can’t wait for the weekend.

I am hoping to get to 34,000 words by Sunday night.  Then, there will only be 10 days left in this challenge and the big push will be to finish the book realistically.  At the moment I’m contemplating writing complete gibberish just to say I managed to write 50,000 words, but my conscience won’t let me.  Damn thing.

It’s tougher now than I thought it would be.  Trying to weave that cohesive thread throughout a story that’s coming directly off the top of my thin skull is more than just a little challenge.

Anyway, I’m tired, so I’m going to bed.

Thanks to all those who have wished me well.  I appreciate it immensely.

Saturday night, well, actually it’s Sunday morning

Or is it?  We’ve got to fall back tonight.  So it’s really only 11:17 p.m., not 12:17 a.m.  I’ve just finished writing about 1/2 hour ago.  Then went to update my word count on the NaNoWriMo site.


Yep, that’s right.  Seven thousand eight hundred and forty-two words.  And I was looking after my youngest grandson tonight.

I thought, momentarily, of not doing any writing at all, but once I had him in bed and had some of the toys picked up and his dirty clothes put away I thought “why not?”  I’ll get to far behind if I don’t   So right now I think I’m about 500 words short of where I should be, but I’m not sweating it.

The fact that I’m writing upwards of  1000 words a day is, to me, amazing.

Is my story more than just a bunch of words vomited on to the page?  I think so, but it’s going to need some major work when I’m done.

That is going to be the scary part.  Will I have anything worth trying to turn into something?

Oh, Lord, I’m tired.  I don’t even think that made sense.

So, good night.

Here’s to Daylight Saving Time.

Oh boy, and with both feet, too!

Well, on impulse, I just signed up to take part in NaNoWriMo.

What have I done!

I procrastinate and procrastinate about writing all the time and now I have to commit myself to a month of writing daily.

I’ve heard about/read about NaNoWriMo before and always thought it would be an interesting exercise.  But I’ve never taken the plunge.  This morning I read a Freshly Pressed blog by a young woman who is doing this for her third time and something just came over me.

I googled the competition(is it a competition?) and bang!  signed right up.

What will my novel be about?  I’ve got 3 days to figure that out.  Also, a game plan.  And I think I definitely will need one of those.

How many words a day will I write?  When will I write them?  Hmm, seems like I won’t be on my blog space much, but I will try to post from time to time to let anyone who cares to know how I’m doing, (or, simply to let you know I’m still alive.)

Wish me luck!

Have a great weekend everyone.

Thursday morning, a little frosty. . .

Well.  Woke up to frost this morning.  The 1st of September.  Granted, it was on the rooftops, but still, it was there.  A chilly reminder that winter is not that far off.  Here’s a picture I’ve posted before of our lovely winters in Alberta:

It's not this bad -- yet.


We have had a couple of very cool days this week and today is going to be no exception — a forecasted high of 17 degrees.  Then cool and rainy tomorrow.  (I think my husband’s motorcycle trip may have to be postponed until next year.)  But, the weekend is supposed to perk up.  Hope so, for all the long-weekend campers.

My husband will be helping my son build a deck.  Not mine.  His.  I think the deal is if they get Landon’s done, then mine will be next.  Fingers crossed!

My daily schedule of house-cleaning has, so far, been a success.  I have a clean and tidy home, I’ve had a little bit of free time in the evenings and I’m getting to bed on time.  So, I’m feeling pretty darn special right now.  Like, wow, look at how organized and efficient I’ve become!

Of course, I haven’t gotten any writing done — I did look up a couple of contests and got caught up on a couple of e-newsletters I subscribe to — so I’m counting that as productive, creative output.  There’s always next week.

I have to figure out a way to squeeze in some extra exercise time.  I need to be doing some weight-bearing exercise — in order to head off osteoporosis, you know.  I walk every day so I’m on top of the threat of Alzheimer’s.  I have all but eliminated most processed foods from our diet (there are a few things left over from previous shopping trips — I won’t throw out food, but we’re almost there) so we’re eating more healthy and feeling much better.

All in all, I’m being about as positive as one person can be without coming off as crazy.

Here’s to new starts, and positive thinking.

Saturday morning

Well, it’s my first Saturday morning of my return to work.  It already feels like I’m living for the weekend again.

However, I’ve put a plan in place that I hope will make life easier for me, and create more ‘free’ time in my working-for-a-living life.

I love plans.  I love coming up with ideas to bring some kind of small change into my life.  Sometimes they’re big plans, like the ‘no shopping for a year’ plan, or wacky like the ‘eating no dessert for a year’ plan.

The first was very successful, the second — not so much.  Seems like I can avoid buying things, but not eating things.  What does that say about me?  Hmmm….

Anyway, what I’ve decided to do heading back into this work year is schedule everything.  This follows beautifully with my penchant  for making lists.  (I have them laying all over the house.  None is ever completely crossed off, and I’m forever picking them up and creating new lists out of all the things I didn’t get done on the others.)  Never mind that, though.

My new plan is a schedule of housekeeping chores — all the stuff I hate doing and continually put off until it’s a great big disaster and I’m stuck spending an entire weekend trying to get it all done.  This generally makes me really cranky.  So, to avoid having to use up my valuable weekend time doing stuff I don’t want to do I have doled it out during the week and now have set days on which I will dust, wash floors, do laundry, scrub toilets, etc., etc.

Now, I’m sure there are many out there who are going, Duh?!  Who doesn’t do that?  And why did it take this woman over 30 years to figure this out?  Let me just say, in my own defense, that sometimes, the obvious answer is a little over my head.  It’s like those jokes everybody else gets — I laugh along politely, in confusion, wondering what the hell is so funny.

I started my new plan this week, and so far it’s working beautifully.  Here I am with time to sit and blog on a Saturday morning!  Just like McDonald’s, I’m lovin’ it!  I feel no stress heading into my busy weekend.  I’m going for a much-needed haircut this afternoon, need to stop and pick up a few groceries for the barbecue I have planned for tomorrow and this evening we’re going out to Yuk Yuk’s with my brother and his wife.  And I feel entirely relaxed.  It’s wonderful.

Of course, I only worked one day this past week — yesterday.  We’ll see how my beautiful little plan holds up once I’m fully back in to the fray.




. . . first day of summer break.

Can you say relief?  Good God I am so glad to finally be on holiday.

Not that we’re doing much.  There will be a trip to my sister’s place later on this summer with my son’s family, but until then it will just be chillin’ at home and tending to all the little (and not so little) jobs I’ve neglected over the winter months.

I am really looking forward to getting some serious writing done.  I have a couple of projects in the works and so have committed myself to a couple of hours writing time each day.  Then there is the organizing (and culling) of my photographs.  I need to reinstall Photoshop — that is scaring the hell out of me.

Photoshop is one of those programs that makes me feel awkwardly stupid — I don’t understand how to manipulate layers or where my edited copies go after I’ve saved them.  It’s a snobby, but rightfully so because it’s so brilliant, program.  I will just have to do my best to contend with it.

Then there is gardening.  Much to do outside, but always enjoyable work.  I love pulling weeds, talking to my flowers, filling my bird bath, just putzing about out in the yard.  I listen to the birds, I catch snippets of conversation from passersby, smile at the kids riding by on their bikes and simply, genuinely enjoy breathing and being without any sort of stress hanging over me.  I do some of my best thinking and planning when I’m out amongst my plants.

I have a few maintenance type chores I want to tend to this summer, as well.  My bathroom cupboard and baseboards need a paint touch-up, and the whole room needs a cleaning from top to bottom.  Which will be easy because the entire room is tile.  Even the ceiling.  So, it should be a relatively quick and satisfying job to complete.

I need, also, to restain and reseal the windows on the south side of the house.  They look awful.  Plus, of course the windows all need cleaning.  I chore I hate.  I do the outsides once a year ( I can hear the gasps of horror), the insides of the lesser used windows maybe twice a year.  Main windows get a bit more cleaning, but really, this is not one of those jobs that I happily approach.

If there is time I would like to repaint the bedroom my grandchildren stay in when they come for a visit.  And the guest bedroom in the basement.  Though my own bedroom has never been painted in the 21 years we have lived in this house it will wait — I would like to remodel the entire room, so painting it seems like a waste of time, energy and money to me.

My husband has promised me (sort of) that he will build my deck this summer.  I really, really hope so.  I want so badly to buy a new barbecue!  Long story and an example of my stubbornness.  But more than that I want to be able to sit outside and enjoy my surroundings again, I want to be able to entertain people in my back yard, to be able to sit outside and enjoy the beauty of a Summer’s or early Fall’s evening.

And in amongst all that I want to have time to just sit and relax with glass of wine and a good book.

I’ve got seven weeks.  What are my chances?

Tuesday, oh, Tuesday

When I woke yesterday I was full of optimism, eager to get back into the swing of things.  I won’t lie, heading back to work did not make me jump for joy, why, oh why did I not win the $50 mil last Friday?, was my immediate thought.  But, the beginning of the new year always gets me a little excited, so I was anxious to put a formal start to it.

Today. . .

. . . hmmm.  Another story.

The alarm went off at 5:30, my new time for getting up so that I can have time to blog.  I slid out of bed at ten to six.  Tried not to berate myself too much.  This is only Day 2 after all.  Am frantically watching the time in the right bottom corner of the screen as I type because I have to be done by 6:30 so that I can go practice yoga for a half hour.

The yoga is a new addition to my new morning routine, as well.  While in Winnipeg at my sister Lori’s, I went to her yoga practice and was lucky enough to experience the teachings of a true teacher.  I came away inspired to keep practicing what I was taught.

Didn’t make it yesterday.  Spent too much time blogging then had to make the dash to get ready for work.

Today, I am determined to keep to my schedule.  It’s my old struggle with time.  It just seems that there is so much I want to do, I make a schedule thinking I’ve got more than enough time to handle it all, but then, in the end, I’m left with a half-dozen things not crossed off my ‘to do’ list.  Drives me nuts.

Hope your day goes smoothly — have a happy Tuesday.

Tuesday October 5th

Well, let’s see it’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve had time to blog.  And now I’m sitting here and I don’t really know what to say.  Because I have about 5 minutes in which to say anything.  Story of my life at the moment.

Union business has been overwhelming lately — lots of meetings, lots of late nights.  I have a plan though and hopefully I’ll stick to it.  If I can then maybe I can start having a life again.

My house is a disaster and I’ve got company coming for Thanksgiving this weekend.  I’ll get it cleaned up though, I’m really looking forward to cooking and company.  Need to sit down and make a to do list so that I can get my time organized. Think I’ve got Saturday all planned already — will make batter buns and pumpkin torte and get the dusting done.  If there’s time I’ll try to get out into the garden and start cleaning that catastrophe up.  While the weather’s good.

So far, October is shaping up beautifully.  Unlike September and August and half of July.  Sigh.  We really did not have much of a summer here at all.  And the sad thing about this fall is that the beautiful colours of the leaves only lasted a day or two.  Then rain and wind took it all away.  I do believe we are in for a rough, cold winter.

Well, that’s about it for now, got to go jump in the shower and get myself ready for work.

Good day all — hope you’re looking forward to a beautiful weekend wherever you are.

Wednesday — and I’m runnin’ late!

Well, it’s back to work today.  And. . .

. . . I hit the wrong button on the alarm clock and didn’t get up at 6 like I had planned.  Poor Heather, she was coming over to meet me for a morning walk.  Left her standing out there on the step.  Sorry, sorry, sorry.  So, I didn.t get up until 7:10.  Not a great start, I’d have to say.

My goal this year is to be so ahead of myself in time that I have the last 15 minutes of my  morning, before rushing out the door, to sit and read.  I’m up for the challenge!  Because, as anyone who knows me knows, I’m usually flying to get to work with a minute to spare.

That means that I’m going to have to work something out for blogging.  Because I just don’t see it workin’ for me in the a.m.  Unless I’m up at 5 again, and at this moment, I’m just not sure I want to do that.  6 is fine, 5 makes me a little cranky.

We’ll see, I got used to it last year, even to the point of enjoying that sense of stillness that exists that time of morning.

Anyway, chickadees, gotta fly.  Or I’m gonna be late on my first morning.  There will be no reading today!

(Will answer yesterday’s comments later.  Thanks everyone!)