A Monday mishmash of thoughts . . .

 

So I have been thinking . . .  these past few years things have gotten a bit boring around here.  I don't really go anywhere, I don't really do much of anything . . .  I stay in my house most of the time, except for church and I cook and I clean and I throw things away and I don't do much of anything else except for crochet blankets and watch television while I am doing that.  I feel like I am stuck in a rut.

I used to go places and do things  . . . 

maybe not exciting things, 

but things

 . . . 

 

I was thinking about this yesterday and I am actually surprised that some of you still come to visit me here on this dull, boring, predictable page.  And then I thought . . .  am I depressed?  I hope not!  Where is the excitement, the joi de vivre!  I need to shake it off. 

I have so many things I want to do.  Like paint, and craft and sew and make dolls  . . .  but I never seem to be able to find the time to do them.  I did when I was working full time.  Why can't I find the time now?  It seems to take me forever to get anything done at all. 

What's up with that?

It makes no

sense

. . . 

 

I don't even get many books read and finished these days.  I start lots, but I don't seem to be able to finish them.  Right now I am reading several books.  The Tattooist of Auschwitz.  Mothers and Daughters, A Legacy of Loss.  We Don't Die. Cradle on the Waves. Wild Signs and Star Paths. I Found You.  All good books, some on the kindle, some on real paper that I can hold in my hand.  I seem to get so far in and then  . . .  I lose interest.  

It is the same with our television viewing  . . .  We seem to watch the same things over and over again, and they bring us joy. Like the Gilmore Girls, and Friends . . . Outlander, Call the Midwife, The Crown . . . The Waltons.  I am really into Dirty John right now.  Its really good, but I don't want it to end.  And I know it will.  We just finished Episode 5 and I can't decide if I feel sorry for John or not . . . is he a good guy gone bad, or just a bad, bad guy?   Is he a bad guy who really wants to be good? Time will tell.  

 

I started a painting yesterday.  I got it lightly penciled in. and I fot the windows done, the roof, and the window boxes.   I had seen this house on Instagram  . . .  and I fell in love with it and I thought, why not try painting it  . . . 

  

Well, first I thought Monique should paint it and she thought I should paint it and then I thought why not give it a go and I am  . . .  I had to stop yesterday as I was losing the light and I don't like to paint in the dark  . . . 

 

I did some colour swatches to try out my colours, etc.  and I drank my painting water by mistake.  I think everyone has done that at one time or another.  You get so involved when you are painting that you tune out everything else, even your drink.  I bet even Susan Branch has sipped from her paint water from time to time  . . .   

Inside my head I have a bazillion things that I want to be doing.  I need to catch the motivation bug and get doing instead of just thinking about doing . . .   

 

I need to practice healthier eating instead of just talking about it and continuing with the Food Porn. I need to be more pro-active with my health and to say to hell with cooking things that I think other people will like looking at.  I need to cook healthier stuff that people will like looking at, or not . . . I just need to eat healthier.  I did order some mixed seeds to sprinkle on my oats, etc. I figured buying an already mix would be cheaper than buying everything individually and then putting it together.  I need to cut out the sugar entirely, completely, end of and decrease the carbs.  But then  . . .  

  

There are two of these sitting on the sideboard

staring at me right now. 

I need to purge more than the books and the clutter and the nicnacs . . .  and try not to pay attention to the nagging husband talking about waste and eating from the store cupboard and not buying in anything new . . .  but he is already 80 and I am thinking I might  not even make 70 if I don't become more pro-active about these things. 

I need to sit less and walk more.

A whole lot more.

I need to actually start cooking the healthy recipes I collect and hoard on secret boards.  I need to not give up before I even start. People will either look or they won't. It shouldn't matter to me either way.  I should be doing these things for me and not for them.  I need to drink more water. 

 

I'm getting lost and I need to 

find myself 

. . . 

I need a new direction.

  

Somebody turned 8 yesterday.  I think she likes Unicorns.  Why did I not know that until I saw this picture???  That thought makes me really sad. My life has moved far, far away from where I wanted it to be, from where I planned it to be.  I know that life does often turn out very differently than the life we had planned for ourselves. We do need to make the best with what we have been given.  Have I been doing that?  In some ways yes, but there is always, always room for improvement.  I need to make improvements in all areas. 

A thought to carry with you  . . . 

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 *Read the best books first, 

or you may not have time

to read them all.

~Henry David Thoreau  •。★★ 。* 。 

 

In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Skillet Sausage, Peas & Rice.  Simple and delicious.

Have a wonderful day.  Don't forget!

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And I do too!