The True Meaning of the Word Blog

I think the sound of the word "blog" is perfect onomatopoeia for chocolate-covered cornflake-over-indulgence.
I am pooped. I had the time of my life preparing Christmas dinner and home for the family but I am depleted and this morning after a lovely breakfast party, misguidedly turned to the aforementioned seasonal temptation as a substitute for a ton of water and a long walk followed by a restorative nap. All that takes time and frankly my inner child got the upper hand before I could whack her on the knuckles, God she is a whiner!
Now its dinner time and I am going to cash in on my last chance coupon. No matter that darkness is gathering and deer hunting season is in full swing and that my red jacket will not have the proper distinguishing qualities to clearly say "human-in-the-late-stages-of-blog". If I don't return is it suicide or just another misdirected effort to make a better choice?

OOPS!

Don't know what happened there. That's not what I meant by serialized.

Ask And It Is Given

This is actually a title of a great book that is currently sweeping the nation in some circles and it seems an apt title for this post which may even appear in serialized form.
When asked by my husband, "what do you want to do for your birthday" I took a turn to the left and heard myself repeat the question with an emphasis on "what do you want". It was so much easier than thinking what do people do when they are about to turn 60 for the first and last time in this incarnation? What do I want? That's a no brainer. I want attention, I want to be fussed over, I want to be celebrated. And really It is the one day (or occasion) when you don't have to question whether you deserve so much air space. Deserve-shmerve, it's my day! SO, I said "I want you to give me a party". Woah! That was so simple and so true.
Now the hidden treasure here is that I am not in charge and have no place in saying how he does it. Such an excellent exercise for me who by nature likes to alter any little gem that I see before me. I trust him completely because I know that he knows me and I know that he is brilliant and can figure this out. Another great thing is that he was initially scared, saying my standards are so high, but I see him really taking it up with his full attention, as if #1 He could really do it and #2 It really mattered.
So far I have had several opportunities to stop myself from getting involved and watched the amazing results.
I will report more as the plot thickens. So far he is inviting a ton of people with an eye towards combining many different groups of my friends, he's being a social architecht. I love that he is using his good stuff on me!!

Ask And It Is Given

This is actually a title of a great book that is currently sweeping the nation in some circles and it seems an apt title for this post which may even appear in serialized form.
When asked by my husband, "what do you want to do for your birthday" I took a turn to the left and heard myself repeat the question with an emphasis on "what do you want". It was so much easier than thinking what do people do when they are about to turn 60 for the first and last time in this incarnation? What do I want? That's a no brainer. I want attention, I want to be fussed over, I want to be celebrated. And really It is the one day (or occasion) when you don't have to question whether you deserve so much air space. Deserve-shmerve, it's my day! SO, I said "I want you to give me a party". Woah! That was so simple and so true.
Now the hidden treasure here is that I am not in charge and have no place in saying how he does it. Such an excellent exercise for me who by nature likes to alter any little gem that I see before me. I trust him completely because I know that he knows me and I know that he is brilliant and can figure this out. Another great thing is that he was initially scared, saying my standards are so high, but I see him really taking it up with his full attention, as if #1 He could really do it and #2 It really mattered.
So far I have had several opportunities to stop myself from getting involved and watched the amazing results.
I will report more as the plot thickens. So far he is inviting a ton of people with an eye towards combining many different groups of my friends, he's being a social architecht. I love that he is using his good stuff on me!!

Ask And It Is Given

This is actually a title of a great book that is currently sweeping the nation in some circles and it seems an apt title for this post which may even appear in serialized form.
When asked by my husband, "what do you want to do for your birthday" I took a turn to the left and heard myself repeat the question with an emphasis on "what do you want". It was so much easier than thinking what do people do when they are about to turn 60 for the first and last time in this incarnation? What do I want? That's a no brainer. I want attention, I want to be fussed over, I want to be celebrated. And really It is the one day (or occasion) when you don't have to question whether you deserve so much air space. Deserve-shmerve, it's my day! SO, I said "I want you to give me a party". Woah! That was so simple and so true.
Now the hidden treasure here is that I am not in charge and have no place in saying how he does it. Such an excellent exercise for me who by nature likes to alter any little gem that I see before me. I trust him completely because I know that he knows me and I know that he is brilliant and can figure this out. Another great thing is that he was initially scared, saying my standards are so high, but I see him really taking it up with his full attention, as if #1 He could really do it and #2 It really mattered.
So far I have had several opportunities to stop myself from getting involved and watched the amazing results.
I will report more as the plot thickens. So far he is inviting a ton of people with an eye towards combining many different groups of my friends, he's being a social architecht. I love that he is using his good stuff on me!!

Ticked Off

Everything on that list has been ticked off or removed due to insufficient interest.
I look back with satisfaction on the two wreaths I made, one for the chicken house and one for our house. The lights are on the tree and the cloud orchestra, an elaborate candle lit collection of tiny wooden angels playing their instruments, has taken its new place on one of the few too many pieces of furniture now residing in the dining room. I even jazzed up the sprig of bittersweet that was hanging out on the front door, adding some greens, a star and some slices of kumquat dangling from golden threads. The candlestick order for a clay customer didn't fit into my "make your house fair as you are able" theme so it was out-a-there. And a few other odious tasks are just a dim memory.

Makin A List, Dreading It Twice

I am so not in the grip of the Christmas spirit. So the list I've been making has been the running tally of things to be done to get to the prize, the Christmas spirit. Its a mystery whether I will get them done in time for there to be any reason to keep seeking the elusive CS.
Today's big items are not inspiring and so I'm blogging - I do see the folly in this but I am hungry for some fun.
I'll check in later to report on how I have managed to make this gray day of dull events sparkle themselves into oblivion.

Oh Christmas Tree

I have been energized by the recent Buy Fresh Buy Local campaign. It is one of those helpful guidelines for life. I like it better than price and am I worth it. It makes me feel good about selling my pottery too, rather than self consciously saying "who would buy this? I wouldn't , I would make it." While it helps me feel better about selling I do realize that I need some value therapy, it's hard when you are a do-it-yourselfer to imagine what other people are willing to pay. Just yesterday I had a customer add a donation onto his total because he didn't think I was asking enough.
Anyway... we got our tree about 2 miles from our house. It was great to regard the short little tree, satisfied that we had bought from a local buisiness owner who is also a friend. It even eclipsed my distaste for short trees as they tend to suggest, in my mind, ooo, getting older are you? Soon time for no excitement at all at your house? We agreed to put it up on blocks.

Blogging Has Fallen Off The Edge Of My Plate - Help!

It was weird to find out that someone who was looking for directions to my pottery sale yesterday Googled me and found my blog. People usually ask me "can anybody read your blog? And how do they find it if they don't know you"? Now I have an answer. I hope someone asks again.

It amazes me the way we are updating ourselves to a new way of thinking and communicating and relating to each other on both a small and huge scale and how technology is so thoroughly driving that evolution. It SEEMS to be more challenging for many of us nearly seniors, but kids are coming in to this incarnation with more codons of DNA so it make sense that they have the scoop. We who are already here can actually upload additional faculties; I think the computer is involved in this offer of an upgrade. Bloggiing seems to give me exercise in ordering my thoughts, cutting down on the run on sentences that are my life. And ordering a book on line stretches the imagination from start to finish

After a bit of a frenzied beginning yesterday's Cob Studio event was another great time. People came, bought pottery, hung out,roasted chestnuts, enjoyed the magic of cob, and even liked walking up the hill from the parking lot. I am reflecting on a quandary: having a team mate who is a self-starter with cleanup but seems to have a divergent agenda in times of preparation. I wonder if I my ad inadvertently reads: Mature woman, hard to please, seeks mind reader. Time to place a new ad: Cheerful, energetic Boy Scout needed for occasional special events. Or, is this a job for the Time Bank?