So, I used to have a three page a day journaling habit.  I say used to, because I can’t remember the last time I did it for more than a couple of days running.  First, I decided to go digital.  And I did that for a couple of weeks, but then when I started scheduling time to write for public consumption, the journaling fell by the wayside.  And then, I stopped writing for public consumption a week or so ago.  I hit a chapter end, and had a little block, and then I had some real-life stuff go haywire, and just…didn’t get back into it yet.

I knew this summer would give me a lot of good thinking time.  I expected to find some answers to stuff, and I have.  I didn’t expect to come face to face on a daily basis with the fact that my major stumbling block is me.

My modus operandi is that we find what works and then we do more of it.  At least, that’s what it is in theory.  Because the journaling really worked for me.  But what I realized this morning is that I am not journaling because I don’t want to hear what I have to say about what’s going on in my life right now.  Nice, right?  Because I have just admitted that I would rather sit here in an emotional swamp than light a lantern and find a path out of here.

I’m on mini-sabbatical for a few days.  Doing  lot of reading and thinking.  Continuing to build my exercise regimen.  Finding life fascinating.

To wit:  I’m doing all this exercise, and where do I notice changes?  My feet.  That’s right.  I can see the tendons in the tops of my feet again.  Building sexy from the ground up, anyone?

To wit:  I heard myself say, “but without facebook, I’ll actually have to talk to you.”  Yeah, that sentence stopped me dead in my tracks, because I was looking into the face of someone I love when I said it.  And that led to a quick tally of the amount of time I lose to facebook.  I’m calculating roughly (God help me) four hours a day.  That’s a lot of time that I could spend investing in personal face-to-face relationships.  It’s a lot of books read.  A lot of books written.  A lot of gourmet food, knitting projects, cleaning, meditating.  It is ONE FULL DAY per week that I could add back to my life.   Thinking hard on that one.

Okay, that’s all for now.  I’m still doing the Alphabet photos and the happy lists.  Those are on FB for now.  I need to find a better blog/social media integration.  Or not.  Maybe I just need to find a quiet and private LIFE.

My version of ” the beatings will continue until morale improves”: I will continue to police this house every morning until you learn to pick up after yourselves.

In related news, I have folded one load of laundry and have another in the dryer and a third in the washer. This completes the backed up laundry in the laundry area and I can start on the pile in my bathroom, which is great because I need underwear.

I have moved the washing machine back into its proper position. I think it needs a name. What do you call a lazy ho who only works when she wants to? Waaaaaaait, wrong sex. The washing machine is now known as Husband.

And I vacuumed. Not bad for a gal who only got three hours of sleep last night.

There are no pics again today, because I still don’t know where I am at in either meme.  Ha, way to lose track of the days, right?

I strung my Japa Mala last night, except for the large bead.  I couldn’t get both string ends through the hole in that, so I need to think on what to do there.  But while I was stringing, I was counting people I am grateful for or to.  It took a while, because I was tying knots between each bead, but it was rather easy to come up with 108, starting with the people I love and branching out to the people they love.  I didn’t even chase all the rabbit trails.  The interesting thing to me was that as I counted my children, I was forced to realize I am grateful for their fathers as well.  It was an exercise in humility as well as gratitude.  Everyone who comes into your life (beyond the significance of a grocery store clerk) impacts it in some way, no?  Even, or maybe especially, the ones it would be more emotionally convenient to forget.  Convenience often hides a world of laziness and ingratitude.

Okay, I am through pontificating for the day.  I got stuff to do, including visiting some sort of retail establishment.  We seem to be out of dishwasher detergent and almost out of laundry soap.

Please excuse my absence, I had a spate of urgent business to take care of.  I have lost track of where I am supposed to be in both my photo memes, so there are no pictures this morning but other than that things are getting back to the new normal.  That’s the thing about “normal”–it’s always in flux, right?  Just when you think you have things on an even keel, are living  a reasonably calm and mellifluous life, things change.  The good news is that thanks to however many years of evolution, humans, even this one, have a marvelous capacity to adapt.

Today, I am just putting myself through my paces.  Going through the agenda and checking things off.  I’ve done the most difficult physical thing already, which was pulling my front loading washer out from the wall and attempting to address its’ issues.  I’ve got it running now, and will soon know if that endeavor was successful.

I’m also waiting to hear a word on my cousin, but that won’t be coming for hours yet.  I’m thinking…yeah, I’m thinking it is probably time to pick out some beads for myself while I wait to hear if my next giftee approves of my choices.

There is something very calming about doing the next thing, just the next thing, always the next thing.  The beauty of it is that you don’t get locked into rigidity, and the next thing always presents itself right on time.