How did you fight for happiness this week?
Cut my hair really short (everyone LOVES it), came out on Face Book about the cancer, had my first chemo treatment and went wig shopping.
Everyone is so SUPPORTIVE. I am blessed.
I’ve recently introduced my 16-year-old grandson to Agatha Christie, whose books he loves. He was blown away by AND THEN THERE WERE NONE, and yesterday he and I discussed the ending of MURDER ON THE ORIENT EXPRESS. It’s such a delight to connect with my grandchildren in ways that have nothing at all to do with being their grandma.
LOVE the idea of sharing favorite books with grandchild. Is a joy to share with my daughter….little early for granddaughter though: she’s only eight weeks old.
Having a great holiday doown south with family and friends. Spent a couple of hours by the sea on Monday, fossicking for pebbles. Explored the Lanes in Brighton on Tuesday, and found a wonderful dandelion poster. Sunny day at Wisley Garden on Thursday, full of spring flowers. Went to the Hockney Exhibition at the Tate today. It’s been sunny nearly all week.
And I’m enjoying how my new smartphone can tell me when the next train or bus will arrive, or how to find a gallery I’d like to visit.
Jane, I swear at least once a week you post of visiting with friends, touring gardens, going for walks, browsing in shops. Tell me again why you want a house and yard to keep up. I, of course, spent the week working on house projects, cleaning and trying to get the crab grass out of my flower beds and doing the garden maintenance that most people do in the autumn – I follow Christopher Lloyd’s advice and do clean up in the Spring.
I like this view of my life! I’m intent on getting outside because I’m living in a first-floor (2nd in American) flat, marooned in a sea of tarmac. I need to feel connected to the land, and gardening makes me happy. Having my hands in warm soil, watching tiny creatures living in my plant jungle, enjoying each plant flowering and fruiting, making a dreaming place for myself. It’s really not work; it’s the best kind of play. I’m baffled by people who don’t enjoy it.
And I need a house because there aren’t any flats with gardens in my small town – though I had one years ago when I lived in London. But I’m only looking for a small house, so hopefully not too much to clean – housework definitely being work not play.
Meanwhile, I’m planning lots of garden visits to gather ideas for my next garden – the garden-visiting season is just starting, and there are many private gardens that’ll open for charity just for one or two afternoons – so lots of new places to explore while contributing to cancer research or a new church roof.
You live near Wisley, inspiration’s source! Fortunate gardener, indeed.
It’s actually a friend of mine who lives near there – but that means I get to visit once or twice a year.
For Christmas my husband gave me a beautiful easel. I have been fighting feelings of inadequacy: I’m just playing with paints, I don’t deserve this kind of equipment, it’s too much pressure, blahblahblah. I called about returning it, but I’d have to lug the box to the PO and pay who knows what for shipping…so it’s been sitting in an upstairs bedroom.
Then Dave had a frightening medical experience (he’s okay now), I had a nightmarish work project, and I thought, what the hell. So today I fought poorly written directions and rearranged my workspace and now I have that easel right here to remind me to BE JOYFUL.
You are totally worthy of having and using that easel! Your husband bought it for you out of love and belief that you are more than talented enough! And even if your paintings are awful, it doesn’t matter. If painting brings you joy, then paint and enjoy using the nice things you have!
I’d go home tonight and use my china just so that we use our nice things that are collecting dust, but I’m more lazy than protective – I don’t use them because I have to wash it by hand, not because we aren’t worthy of using the nice things we have.
Anyway, I hope you use it and love using it!
Out where I live you have to *fight* to have a garden. Fight the sun, fight the soil, fight the drought. That I have a garden makes me happy; that I have the garden of my heart – heirloom roses, herbs, native plants – makes me joyful. Garden-toured all weekend. Bought some rare natives. Mapped out where the new old roses will go. Yippee!
Like Thea, it was all about the garden this weekend. We killed our lawn last summer, killed it dead enough that it didn’t come back with this winter’s heavy rains, rains that were frequent enough that it wasn’t until this weekend that we got around to taking out the dead sod so we can create the native garden of our dreams. I’m thrilled to have a clean slate to work with!
I also garden-toured today, a quick jaunt that had me racing to six gardens in a 2.5 hour period. But I got lots of ideas for my new plot.
I swear, I was reading too fast and read “six grandmas in a 2.5 hour period” and thought, wow… those grandmas move faster than I do. Then I re-read and felt a little better. 😉
I went to a HOG meeting the other day. The speaker talked about organic gardening. It was really interesting -all except the part when she mentioned snakes getting under the black plastic stuff you put on the ground. She lost me. We each got a pot with soil and a couple of Heirloom tomato seeds. Everyone’s seeds sprouted. Not mine. I have a black thumb. Give me a plant and I will kill it. Except the poinsettia from Christmas continues to put out new leaves. (shrug).
So, happiness. A good report (cardiology and oncology) from my yearly check up at the Mayo Clinic. Only changes are degenerative (bone). AKA old age. And arthritis invading various places in my bones. More OA (old Age)-OsteoArthritis . Getting on the bike Wednesday and riding a couple thousand miles in 10 days.
6 inches of snow Saturday. My gardening consisted of poop scooping, but I am ready for more. Have two fabulous white amaryllis blooms to keep me going for now.
I had a short work week and did a lot of home things and errands, and ordered a terrific (I hope) cake for my birthday next week. Felt like a lot more happened than when I am in the office doing the same things all the time, probably mostly due to the variety. Also felt especially virtuous for doing things for other people.
Sigh. You all worked in your gardens and mine is covered in snow. Well, except for the part that was covered in dog poop, which we cleaned up yesterday morning. But, I do have a raised bed up against the garage that has tulips and daffodils poking their heads out of the ground.
I did start some seeds and got my hands dirty that way which is always nice. Lots of happiness this week with things going as planned and sort-of sunny skies.
Ah, I also wanted to garden yesterday, but also did the poop scoop instead. Next time I’m getting a small dog. But what a beautiful day!
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