Friday, January 26, 2007


ocd tendencies, part deux.......

Here it is, 2:00 in the afternoon, me still in jammies, and a pile of challenges ahead. It was a slow day at the catering kitchen, so all I had to do was man the office (at home). If I had my druthers, I would say goodbye to the pile of orders that need typing, and laze the afternoon away. It would be a great day for an hour or two snooze, a long luxurious candle lit bath, and some great tunes in the background. No phones, no interruptions whatsoever.

But no. I have tasks to meet, and an OCD monster to feed. I managed to keep the beast under control, as it was pre-occupied with a early phone call (that lasted 3 hours), but by noon, the pussy cat turned into a lion for food. Properly fed, it now roars for order. You see, I can get so sidetracked easily.... especially when there is much to do. But then I run across mornings like this, and think: so what? So what if the laundry doesn't get done for one day? So what if the dishes sit stacked in the dishwasher? So what if I can write my name across the windowsill? So what..... yadda, yadda, yadda........ Don't I deserve a day off? (Well, not completely off, as I still answer the office phone. At least I don't have to get fru-frued up for it.) By the time I finally see the essence of the closing arguments from the angel/devil on my both shoulders, I hedged all that time getting into the afternoon.... still in jammies. I haven't really accomplished anything, and I am one to not be able to end the day with the Chore List not completed. I'm not OCD enough to discount sickness, but laziness is a poor excuse. And this morning, I was laaaaazy. Still in jammies, here.... and it's 2:45. That's lazy. Well, the little devil guy said it was ok, yes? Yes! Of course the angel is beckoning from the other side, and reasoning with me that it's ok to take some time off.... but there are chores to be done. Such a pickle!

I'll have to think about this, and maybe get some things done so I can appease both sides. Thank goodness we no longer have to beat our clothes on rocks to get them clean, at least the washing machine can do the work while I multitask in some other area.

I hope you all have been well, and know I that I miss reading and commenting more on your blogs. If I can get past all that IRS stuff I need to pull together for the CPA (personal and business), I can get back on track. Since I had friends who visited from New Hampshire last weekend, the house is still clean (except for a little dusting and vacuuming), and the gardens were put in, and doing nicely. The business is plodding along, and calls are starting to come in after the small hiatus of Christmas. Peoples diet plans are waning, and meetings are being rescheduled. Hooray for funds!

Oh..... geez.... the monster is calling. Blasted chores! Well, who better than me...... the person loaded with OCD tendencies.

xo~

Monday, January 15, 2007
















a special king......

"The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral, begetting the very thing it seeks to destroy. Instead of diminishing evil, it multiplies it. Through violence you may murder the liar, but you cannot murder the lie, nor establish the truth. Through violence you may murder the hater, but you do not murder the hate. In fact, violence merely increases hate. So it goes. Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. Hate multiplies hate, violence multiplies violence, and toughness multiplies toughness in a descending spiral of destruction.... the chain reaction of evil. Hate begetting hate, wars producing more wars must be broken, or we shall be plunged into the dark abyss of annihilation."

Friday, January 12, 2007


joni, no baloney......

Do you ever have one of those days when you wake up with a song in your head? This was mine the other morning:

The Circle Game

Yesterday a child came out to wonder
Caught a dragonfly inside a jar
Fearful when the sky was full of thunder
And tearful at the falling of a star
Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like, when you're older, must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

Sixteen springs and sixteen summer gone now
Cartwheels turn to car wheels thru the town
And they tell him,
Take your time, it won't be long now
Till you drag your feet to slow the circles down
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

So the years spin by and now the boy is twenty
Though his dreams have lost some grandeur coming true
There'll be new dreams, maybe better dreams and plenty
Before the last revolving year is through
And the seasons they go round and round
And the painted ponies go up and down
We're captive on the carousel of time
We can't return, we can only look behind
From where we came
And go round and round and round
In the circle game

~~lyrics and music by Joni Mitchell


Tuesday, January 02, 2007


rough skies and a beacon in the distance........


To say that the month of December was a busy month would be misleading.... it was far busier than any I've spent in years. Knowing that the events of Christmas would end on the 26th, and I could get back to normal life was all I looked forward to, and is what made me know that the light at the end of the tunnel was not another on-coming train. But I was wrong to a certain degree. Instead of things quieting down to a trickle, I ended up being much busier than expected..... all the while waiting for some real time off to have my foot attended to. You see, I've been hobbling around for the last two months on a bone spur in my right heel.

Hubby has continually reprimanded me to have it checked out.... but I let the customers and their food orders come first....and I let my partners take some time off to be with their families over the holidays. Yes, I took time off to be with my family, but I held off going to the doctor. Only with the insistence of my brother, husband, and aching foot did I finally head over to the closest Kaiser facility today to finally get that long needed x-ray to assess the damage I've done. Not bad for letting it go, my doctor assured me..... with some anti-inflammatory drugs and a whole page of exercises to do with my foot, I should be feeling some relief within the next week or so. No, he would not give me a cortisone shot, as I had originally inquired about, as the bone spur is small, and the diagnosis is actually called "planter fasclitis". So what is this little injury that causes you to feel like someone drove a spike right into your heel? Apparently it is an inflammation of the bottom of the foot between the ball of the foot and the heel. Nice. Try walking on that for two months and wonder where your sunny disposition has disappeared to.

And, yes, December was very busy with parties.... many of which were last minute. These were the type of parties that couldn't be turned down just because my foot throbbed, as they led the guests of these parties into calling me for food to be delivered for New Years. What's another week in the scheme of time I told myself.... why not just wait for after New Years Day? Well..... I wasn't a moment too late in that assessment, as this past weekend culminated the worse pain of all as I tried to get my Christmas ornaments and lights back into their boxes. By the end of Monday, I could barely walk for all the strain, and resting my foot only proved to be of no real help. Apparently, I should be stretching this little inconvenience away.... and only with the exercises that are specific to the problem if I ever want to have happy feet again.

So I apologize to all for my absence here, and the fact that you all came over to say hello, wished me well for the holidays, and then heard no response. I wasn't ignoring you.... I was busy looking for the beacon that would lead me home again. Some quiet time, some getting my life back in order, and some time to finally have a look at the foot which has given me so much trouble these last two months.

Awareness asked me what I wished for Christmas this year, and at the time I decided to answer my response in a post. I never answered her question...... but I intend to now. My greatest wish is for peace on Earth everywhere. To live on a planet that houses an intelligent species such as ourselves, we spend so much of our time cultivating hate, wars, and a host of prejudices that set us against one another all too easily. What a terrible waste we've made of our time here if we can do no better than to think of ways to wipe our species clean of the very planet we inhabit. But I know in my heart that this is one wish that cannot be filled so readily. So....... on I wish and hope.

My Christmas (albeit very belated) wish to all of you who stop by here..... that you see the beauty of life that has been put before you, and the luck you really have but often don't see. It really exists, although not always in ways you'd like it to. Remember, being rich is also a state of mind, not just a bank account. If you have friends and family members that care about you, they will be your wealth for life, and make you more rich than you could imagine.

Happy New Years to all.... and may this be the year of wealth you deserve.