If you grew up in an Abrahamic culture, you’ve probably heard the story of Jonah. Basically, God said, “Jonah, go to Nineveh and talk to them.” Jonah didn’t like that idea, so he tried to run away to Tarshish on a ship. God said, “Uh, Jonah, you’re going the wrong way. Nineveh is over there.” Jonah said, “La la la! I’m not listening!” God said, “Fine, I guess we’ll have to do this the hard way. Mr. Fish, please escort Jonah to Nineveh.” And the Fish swallowed him, spit him up on the shore, and Jonah finally took his butt to Nineveh. I am starting to really relate to poor Jonah.
I have a problem with clutter, with which I have struggled all of my life. I cannot remember ever living in a house that was not cluttered. For 15 years, I have been attempting to address it in fits and starts. I remember when I was about 10 or 11, my father complained that there was never a clean flat surface in the house. I can only seem to keep any surface clean for a few hours at a time. Continue reading “My battle with clutter and hoarding”
I decided to do something a little different the other day. In great hubris, I thought maybe people would like to see what a normal day in my life is like. I hope that a normal day in my abnormal life will be as interesting as an abnormal day in someone else’s normal life. If nothing else, I hope you at least find something to laugh at. This day was a snow day, so it is mostly typical of weekends or school vacations. If you enjoy it, let me know, and I can do another one about school days, which look significantly different because there is more time to do solitary things.
I had an epiphany today. I love having epiphanies. Today’s epiphany was about the nature of the Universe and how the answer is always yes. Why, yes, I do think about the Law of Attraction a lot. I have observed it at work so often in my life that I can’t deny its perfection. I know I talk incessantly about it, but it has transformed my life and I want to share it with everyone. There is no fanatic like a convert. Continue reading “The answer is always “yes””
I once told a friend I would write a post about my rotating file system. It took me a long time to get to it, partly because I simply forgot. I’m sorry, and I hope you find this valuable. I am horrible at keeping track of papers. I have tons of papers to deal with. Graded homework that has been sent home, homework to be completed, shopping receipts, appointment reminders, chore charts, school calendars, 3-week-old newspapers, notebooks, empty envelopes, bills, political mailings, books, charity solicitations, recipes I have printed out, etc. All of these are on my desk right at this moment. Most are poorly organized, meaning they have just been plopped down in a teetering stack waiting for the center of gravity to shift ever so slightly so they can all topple onto the floor. Continue reading “My rotating file system”
When I was a small child (age 6, I believe), my family moved to a mountainside. Our section of road had no name, and the town stopped maintaining it 2/3 of a mile from our house. There was no electricity, no running water, no plowing. A couple of years later we moved to an equally primitive home in a more settled area, and lived there until I was 12. This was in the 1980s, and yes, it was very unusual for industrial New England. My kids seem to think I grew up a century before I did simply based on my childhood stories. Continue reading “Washing dishes without running water”
Gardening. It is one of those things that is expected as a given for anyone interested in nutrition or sustainability. I have to be honest, though. I suck at gardening. I never get the watering right. I either drown the poor things, or they die of dehydration. Sometimes they struggle between both states. It is feast or famine with the water. I don’t mean to. I just have not figured out a good system yet. One year I planted potatoes in a spot that turned out to be very shady, so the plants snaked across the yard to where the sun was and then grew vertically. I think that although I love the concept of gardening, I don’t like the actual gardening itself. Maybe it has been because I have always had less than optimal conditions for gardening. I live in the Granite State, and our prime crop is rock. I can’t dig a hole without wrestling rocks. And not just pebbles or small stones. Some of these rocks are football size or larger. Whatever the cause, gardening has been a less-than-fun experience for me. Continue reading “My Far-From-Perfect Garden”