4th December, 2011

A long and busy week it has been for me and now it is Sunday and I am in my favourite position - sitting down with the delicious Mac on my Lap.  Wouldn't that make a good song?  Put the Mac on my lap and I'll give a little clap.  You could look at that differently if the Mac were a person.

Anyhow, this week was a jam packed one with work and exercise obligations.  Yesterday I helped out at a stall at the Swedish Christmas Bazaar and did not get home until almost 6pm.  It was so busy that I had to park my car about 1.5 km's away for the bazaar.  Once again I wondered at the ways in which people are prepared to spend money on all sorts of tat.  Honestly, I am sure most of it qualifies for landfill. 

I had a relatively early night because I was up this morning at 6.00 am to do the first training walk for the Oxfam charity thing.  It was just a 20km thing and it was a doddle.  We had a new team member because one (the man one) had to drop out due to family commitments.  So four women over the age of forty doing it this time.  I named the team Walking Working Wonderwomen.  I think I may hyphenate the last word.  It looks wrong.  Or maybe just have two words.  

Our 20km walk took 3.5 hours and we did stop for a coffee at the half way mark and the finish.  I was a bit tired when I got home and did not get as much done as I had planned to.  My legs were fine but I am looking forward to going to bed tonight.  

The kitchen joinery went in last Saturday and things are looking different.  Stone benches will hopefully be in by Christmas.  Painters coming on the 12th December and the floor will be polished after Christmas as we have to be out of the house for a couple of days while it is being done. 

I am very happy with the new kitchen.  Actually that is an understatement, I love it.  It's just so slick and everything does what everything should do and it will just look great when it is finished. 

I have gone off blogging a bit these days.  I am doing different things and life is busy.  Plus I have a blogging block and just don't have the interest I used to.  It's a sad thing in a way because it has always given me a great deal of pleasure to just blog random things.  Part of me thinks I just post the "same shit, different day" kind of thing and wonder why?  Does that mean my life is boring?  Or am I just happy doing pretty much the same thing in my life.  Maybe I could write about something else.  Maybe my blogging days are drawing to a close and I am ready to move onto a new creative activity.

Another part of me thinks that there is something about therapy that has sucked the creativity out of me.  Or redirected it.  Or put it on hold.  Therapy is great in many respects but it does streamline my thoughts in a way I am not all together happy with sometimes. They need to be rearranged to my liking again.  I wonder if there is some sort of process I have to go through to get back the urge to write on a regular basis.  You know, talk about my shit until I die of boredom and then write about it.

Then there was that upheaval around the house this year which been a bit of a demotivating thing.  And I have had a drawn out depressed episode which is not particularly exciting.  Maybe I have just lost my writing mojo.  Maybe when I get a break over Christmas I will recharge the brain batteries and that will help.  I know that I am just waiting for a free day to start a new painting for the kitchen.  A decorative painting to add colour to the modernity of the kitchen.

I am still going to therapy.  Once a fortnight.  It is a positive process mostly.  I am actually going into the session with specific issues I want to tackle.  Issues that I had not put to rest properly.  They had been buried and we all know that if you bury something alive it will come back to haunt you.  Although, I am not sure how much therapy one can do before getting sick of talking about oneself.  Honestly, it must be mind numbingly boring for a therapist to listen to people's crap. I did say that to my therapist and he replied with a very suitable answer which implied he did not get bored at all which was very nice of him.

I have this thought about therapy and it reminds me of a service that you can have in some countries where you pay for a friend.  It's true.  You pay $50 an hour to have a person pretend to be your friend for an hour.  No, it is not prostitution - although they are not friends but they charge a lot more than $50 per hour.  Actually, I think they charge the same as a therapist so you could weigh up which one offers the most benefits or value for money.   I should not think like that about therapy because I know that it serves a very important service to people (me being one of those people) and I would not wish to devalue the value of my therapist.

Now it is close to Christmas and the year is going to tick over to another.  That is one constant in life.  Time moving on no matter where anyone is at.  I have not thought much about sending out Christmas cards and thought it might be a nice thing to send out New Year cards instead.  By the time I get around to doing a Christmas card it will be New Year anyway.  For the first time ever the Christmas tree has not yet been put up.  The house is still a bit chaotic.  It may be another two weeks before it goes up and that is okay as long as it goes up for Christmas.

Don't even ask about Christmas shopping.

To tell you the truth, I just want to see the back of this year and get on with a new one.

I am going to finish this post with a conversation that my son and I have had.  Although,  perhaps it would be exaggerating to call it a conversation.

Me (walking into office where son is sitting at computer): "Oh my God, you stink.  Go and have a shower".

Son (without looking at me):  "So don't come in the office if I smell".

Me: "What, you want me to restrict access to rooms in my own home because my son stink?"

Son: "Yep".

Son has shower next day.  Variation of conversation takes place over and over on different days.  Son only showers when directed too.  I have been told this is a normal thing and I have to confess that I also was a stinky teenager until about the age of fourteen when I got a part time job and being clean was a necessary evil.  If it were not for the fact that being smelly was socially unacceptable I think I would kind of enjoy not having to have a shower every day.  I am also of the belief that the real reason people go camping is so that they can avoid having to wash because that is the ONLY reason that I would want to go camping.    

It is great having a teenager in the house.  They are interesting creatures full of incredible ideas that are so far removed from the brain space of an adult that is is hard to imagine that most adults were teenagers.  Oh, actually, thinking about some adults I have met I might take back that thought.  I might word it differently.   Teenagers are full of wildly imaginative and random thoughts and not many carry the energy of those thoughts into adulthood.

I have spent over an hour trying to finish this post off without falling off the blog perch with boredom.

But here I am, at the end and thinking I might sign off and go to bed.

Nothing like a blog post to send one to sleep.

Ciao
LC