Monday, November 7
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gottawonderToday I am grateful for:
Finding this video. We'll start there, since I wouldn't want you to miss it. I went down a rabbit hole and listened to/watched a whole bunch of Macklemore song videos on Youtube. They are a lot of fun, and I actually realized that I like a lot more of his songs beyond the "Thrift Store" song that made him famous.
I especially like this one, that he wrote for his Grandma, and the whole video is about him helping her celebrate her 100th birthday. It was pure joy.
https://youtu.be/7OrLroFa0AI
Deciding to just say "no" to the mountain of demands on me today. Enough is enough.
It was cold today, and snowing, and there was wind. My Sweetie got me up early, so I could apparently help him move the horse trailer. So I got up, I got dressed, I DID NOTHING HE COULDN'T HAVE DONE HIMSELF to move the horse trailer. Literally, he ended up backing up to the hitch pretty much by himself, and then backed it just fine into the spot by the house where I had asked him to park it for me. I did not need to be there AT ALL.
I had painted the bedroom downstairs with primer last night, and it took me about two hours, maybe more. It's a big room. I did this because everyone is breathing down my neck, even though really, the consequences for not painting it quickly are low.
I was TIRED. I have been doing lots of work lately, and not sleeping, and everyone is making it sound like the world is coming to an end if I don't paint that room.
So, then you reward me by waking me up early to help you move the trailer and you DIDN'T NEED MY HELP?
There was a long list of things I "HAD" to do in town today, and at home, and I decided to prove everyone wrong and show that the world would not end if I did not do those things as per everyone's demands.
The contractor made it sound like the bedroom downstairs "HAS" to be painted ASAP for the world to keep spinning. I don't even have paint picked out for it yet, so tell me John, what is the very worst thing that would happen? If I don't paint that room in the next day, will the world stop turning? No. Apparently the worst thing he can think of, is that I would have to paint the walls after the ceiling is installed, which would be slightly more difficult. Dear me, that sounds terrible.
Thus "I HAD" to go to town today and buy paint. You know what? It can wait a few days.
Then, I am told I HAVE TO go to the bank and get a mountain of cash out to pay the contractor's wife RIGHT NOW. No. I can give her what cash we have on hand, and WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT, I'll get the rest. They are the ones who want us to pay them in cash so they don't have to claim it on their income tax.
I was so tired, and so fed up, I didn't even want to go to pottery today. What would be the point when there is absolutely nothing in me left to create something?
I didn't want to battle the roads today. I didn't WANT to buy paint, only to have to haul it into the pottery studio to keep it from freezing in the car. I didn't want to go to pottery for two hours and make nothing nice because I have barely had any time this year to actually get into any kind of rhythm.
So screw everyone, I stayed home.
I did my chores to care for the animals, then I tried but failed to have a nap. So I called my Sister E and talked for a while.
Then I had a bath.
Then I watched an episode of a show, and didn't really pay attention to it.
So, my day was about what I DIDN'T do today, and I am not even enjoying it, because you know what I have to do tomorrow? Tell the contractor that he works for ME, I don't work for HIM.
Sunday:
It snowed and snowed and snowed.
I am grateful that it wasn't terribly cold, and that I have blankets for the animals.
We did something that I don't remember before we went to see River. I bet it was work! Probably.
I remember that we picked up the car at the mechanic's and brought it home before we went.
River was distracted and frankly brainless. He didn't do anything bad, but he wasn't paying much attention to me. He did okay on the ground work and Liberty, but under saddle all he really wanted to do was run around in circles at the outside, and not have to actually think about anything.
This is what I call "Winter River". His issues, whatever they are in the summer, are pretty much gone in the winter, and there are days where I think he just feels good, so he's kind of giddy.
While I am happy for him, it must be nice to finally have energy again, it is kind of hard for me to get through to him and have his brain ready to learn something, or listen to me. It isn't always like this, but sometimes.
We came home and watched "Everybody Wants Some", which was supposed to be kind of a rite of passage movie about young men going out into the world and bonding through being on a baseball team. It was more like an elderly male's fantasy about what they THOUGHT being young again would be like if A genie granted them a buttload of wishes. It was shamelessly nostalgic for an imaginary, idealized era that likely wasn't like that at all for anyone who actually lived through it. Sure, it LOOKED like the 1970's, but really.
It was as if someone's grandfather (who was a drunk lecher) told you about "the good old days", and made up a whole bunch of crap about how awesome he was, and how there were so many women around who wanted him, and all the parties were awesome, there were pretty much no rules or any consequences to your actions, and the cars were better, and he had the BEST buddies, and there was no better time to be alive.
Sigh.
Today I learned that the Dictator Manuel Noriega had an American pen pal. A ten year old girl named Sarah York became his pen pal because she wrote to tell him that she liked his hat, and her family visited him in Panama twice, in spite of his being an enemy of the United States, a drug lord, and general monster of a human being.
Kinda gutsy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_York
Finding this video. We'll start there, since I wouldn't want you to miss it. I went down a rabbit hole and listened to/watched a whole bunch of Macklemore song videos on Youtube. They are a lot of fun, and I actually realized that I like a lot more of his songs beyond the "Thrift Store" song that made him famous.
I especially like this one, that he wrote for his Grandma, and the whole video is about him helping her celebrate her 100th birthday. It was pure joy.
https://youtu.be/7OrLroFa0AI
Deciding to just say "no" to the mountain of demands on me today. Enough is enough.
It was cold today, and snowing, and there was wind. My Sweetie got me up early, so I could apparently help him move the horse trailer. So I got up, I got dressed, I DID NOTHING HE COULDN'T HAVE DONE HIMSELF to move the horse trailer. Literally, he ended up backing up to the hitch pretty much by himself, and then backed it just fine into the spot by the house where I had asked him to park it for me. I did not need to be there AT ALL.
I had painted the bedroom downstairs with primer last night, and it took me about two hours, maybe more. It's a big room. I did this because everyone is breathing down my neck, even though really, the consequences for not painting it quickly are low.
I was TIRED. I have been doing lots of work lately, and not sleeping, and everyone is making it sound like the world is coming to an end if I don't paint that room.
So, then you reward me by waking me up early to help you move the trailer and you DIDN'T NEED MY HELP?
There was a long list of things I "HAD" to do in town today, and at home, and I decided to prove everyone wrong and show that the world would not end if I did not do those things as per everyone's demands.
The contractor made it sound like the bedroom downstairs "HAS" to be painted ASAP for the world to keep spinning. I don't even have paint picked out for it yet, so tell me John, what is the very worst thing that would happen? If I don't paint that room in the next day, will the world stop turning? No. Apparently the worst thing he can think of, is that I would have to paint the walls after the ceiling is installed, which would be slightly more difficult. Dear me, that sounds terrible.
Thus "I HAD" to go to town today and buy paint. You know what? It can wait a few days.
Then, I am told I HAVE TO go to the bank and get a mountain of cash out to pay the contractor's wife RIGHT NOW. No. I can give her what cash we have on hand, and WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT, I'll get the rest. They are the ones who want us to pay them in cash so they don't have to claim it on their income tax.
I was so tired, and so fed up, I didn't even want to go to pottery today. What would be the point when there is absolutely nothing in me left to create something?
I didn't want to battle the roads today. I didn't WANT to buy paint, only to have to haul it into the pottery studio to keep it from freezing in the car. I didn't want to go to pottery for two hours and make nothing nice because I have barely had any time this year to actually get into any kind of rhythm.
So screw everyone, I stayed home.
I did my chores to care for the animals, then I tried but failed to have a nap. So I called my Sister E and talked for a while.
Then I had a bath.
Then I watched an episode of a show, and didn't really pay attention to it.
So, my day was about what I DIDN'T do today, and I am not even enjoying it, because you know what I have to do tomorrow? Tell the contractor that he works for ME, I don't work for HIM.
Sunday:
It snowed and snowed and snowed.
I am grateful that it wasn't terribly cold, and that I have blankets for the animals.
We did something that I don't remember before we went to see River. I bet it was work! Probably.
I remember that we picked up the car at the mechanic's and brought it home before we went.
River was distracted and frankly brainless. He didn't do anything bad, but he wasn't paying much attention to me. He did okay on the ground work and Liberty, but under saddle all he really wanted to do was run around in circles at the outside, and not have to actually think about anything.
This is what I call "Winter River". His issues, whatever they are in the summer, are pretty much gone in the winter, and there are days where I think he just feels good, so he's kind of giddy.
While I am happy for him, it must be nice to finally have energy again, it is kind of hard for me to get through to him and have his brain ready to learn something, or listen to me. It isn't always like this, but sometimes.
We came home and watched "Everybody Wants Some", which was supposed to be kind of a rite of passage movie about young men going out into the world and bonding through being on a baseball team. It was more like an elderly male's fantasy about what they THOUGHT being young again would be like if A genie granted them a buttload of wishes. It was shamelessly nostalgic for an imaginary, idealized era that likely wasn't like that at all for anyone who actually lived through it. Sure, it LOOKED like the 1970's, but really.
It was as if someone's grandfather (who was a drunk lecher) told you about "the good old days", and made up a whole bunch of crap about how awesome he was, and how there were so many women around who wanted him, and all the parties were awesome, there were pretty much no rules or any consequences to your actions, and the cars were better, and he had the BEST buddies, and there was no better time to be alive.
Sigh.
Today I learned that the Dictator Manuel Noriega had an American pen pal. A ten year old girl named Sarah York became his pen pal because she wrote to tell him that she liked his hat, and her family visited him in Panama twice, in spite of his being an enemy of the United States, a drug lord, and general monster of a human being.
Kinda gutsy.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sarah_York
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Date: 2022-11-09 05:29 am (UTC)