A. Age: 45

T: Travel favorite: ROAD TRIP!!!

U. Underwear: boring

V. Vegetable(s) you hate: Mushrooms, Broccoli or other similarly shaped treelike veg, Fried okra

W. What makes you run late:  Doing meme’s on my website at stupid hours of the night so i sleep late and rush out.

X. X-rays you’ve had: Teeth, hand, back, kidney, thigh

Y. Yummy food that you make: Lasagna!  Eclaire cake.

Z. Zoo animal: Big cats.  I’m lucky to live by zoos where they do good research, and care well for their animals. Zoos that aren’t so well equipped make me sad.

I’ve also been working every day on getting my crochet even enough to make a blanket. I found a beautiful pattern, and I’m to the point where I just have one more thing to improve and then I’ll start in earnest on that.

I’ve been working on my technological life too.  I saved up enough to get a new computer that will get me through the next few years. The macbook that I was gifted has been wonderful, but it’s now also three years old and relatively slow (my other hobby is gaming), and the new ones are ahead of that curve. So, I saved and saved and cashed in some vacation and used Minime’s educational discount and bought a new one yesterday. I’ve spent this weekend moving things over there and getting it set up. I’ll go visit Minime in a couple of weeks to get the things done that I don’t know how to do, and then I’ll have a much better computer.  In the mean time, I’m still working on the old one which is also OK. As I work I’m taking note of what I use and what I don’t.  It will all come together soon.

This new computer is quite the milestone as well. When I resurrected my finances last year with a little help from my family, I had a list of three goals.  The first was camera gear.  Well that one fell into my lap when Minime sold me her used gear to finance a trip that she was taking. The second goal was the new Macbook.  Mission accomplished.  The third goal will have to wait though. My tax bill this year will take a while to pay off. I’ll do that as quickly as possible and then when that’s done, and my credit rating has had time to heal, I’ll go either lease or buy a new or newer used car.

This new computer will make a difference in my blog too. Soon (and I’m excited about this) it will no longer be a huge process to post pics, so soon I’ll be able to show you what I’m telling you about!  The old Macbook didn’t have a card reader on it, so getting pics off of the camera was a multi-step pain.  That is soon to be a non issue and I’ll be posting more pics.  YAY!

Yesterday we also went to Ikea and I replaced a couple of lamps. I had one of those $8  floor lamps from there, and it had a good life, but I picked it up to vacuum around it a couple of weeks ago and it literally fell apart in my hand.  So, I have now upgraded to a $20 floor lamp. The base is about three times as heavy, the torchier is actually hand blown glass, and the switch is an actual on/off switch and not one of those rotating wheel switches.  It’s silly how much pretty lighting makes me happy.  I also got a beautiful little floral etched glowing globe of glass for my office.  As I de-junkify and simplify, that little light will be so pretty, and fitting in my cozy little office.  There’s some more motivation to continue the de-junkifying. Soon my office will be prettier. The tree outside will be green and leafy, and I’ll have a nice creative and relaxing space. YAY!

We also went for dinner at our most recent favorite place.  We got a really slow waitress, but the food was excellent.  All in all it was a really good day.

Minime sucked me into Pinterest too. We’re both getting ideas from it. It’s pretty amazing what happens when you turn a bazillion crafty creative people into a single collective hive mind. That’s what Pinterest is.  There’s food, decorating, fashion, crafts, photography, wisdoms and jokes, and anything else you can think of there.  She found a recipe for some homemade laundry soap and it makes a lot, so I had her bring me some to try. I didn’t want to make buckets full of this stuff and (1) have it be crap or (2) have me be allergic to it.  This weekend’s laundry was the test. If I don’t break out from it, I’ll probably switch to it. It’s ridiculously cheap, with nothing except the ingredients that laundry soap should have.  I’ve been paying between $14 and $20 a month for laundry soap. If I switch to this stuff, that might be my yearly tab for laundry soap.  We’ll see how this week goes. I even washed my sheets in it, so I’ll know pretty quickly.  My skin hates certain chemicals in some laundry soap, so if I wake up itchy, I’ll know.

Whew, it’s been a busy weekend.

Namaste

A couple of months ago Minime got the coolest new job she’s ever had. She loves it, and that’s saying a lot because she’s never lasted more than a few months in a corporate environment.  She’s so damn smart she gets bored easily and that’s when the problems start. This one is cool though.  It’s for <insert trumpet fanfare here>  my hosting company’s biggest competitor.

She gets to geek out and make money. It’s pretty ideal for her. She’s been networking computers since 2nd grade. It’s in her blood.

As part of her job, she also gets a huge discount on a reseller account, and as her customer I get a huge discount on my own reseller account.  I can now branch my web presence out the way I’ve been dreaming of without most of the cost, without using subdomains, which is really messy, and the cherry on the cake is that I get awesome tech support – Minime

She’s done with training and starts her normal shift this coming week. Even though she’s been getting up at 5 am for the last couple of months, she’s come home most days loving her job, learning new things, excited about the sales she’s making, and ready to go at it again.  I’m happy for her. I hope it continues to be this fun for her.

As for this site. I’m still editing, changing things, and fixing things.  It will get better as time goes on. Right now I don’t have the time I need to do it all at once and keep my other projects moving forward, so it will happen a little at a time.  This has become more of my personal journal than the public site that I originally envisioned and I’m going to keep it that way.  I have a pretty clear vision of what I want to do with other sites, so I’ll be working on that in my other spare time <cough>.

As for a life update… Things are moving in the right direction, but there is truth in the saying that the easiest way past something is directly through it. Therapy is hard. There have been weeks where it has been all consuming. This means that we’re getting to the core of some issues and facing them head on.  Can I tell you how much it sucks?  Every time I think that there will be a breath of fresh air, there’s something right there to suck it right out of me. There is a light at the end of the tunnel though. I’m not giving up. I know that if I stick with this things will get better, and if I don’t, then nothing will change and things will just keep getting worse, so I’m sticking to it because it’s the right thing to do for myself. The diet, not so much, but I’m mostly back on that wagon too.  It’s all tied together, making good decisions for myself, food included.

I have also begun crafting again. Nothing that I used to do before, but trying new things that interest me. Today I made a pomander out of an orange, some cloves, and spices, and now it needs to be tended to for a couple of weeks while the orange dehydrates, and then it should smell (more) wonderful. I’ll tie it up with some ribbon and make somewhere smell pretty.  I’m also going to work on learning how to do a new crochet project this weekend. I bought the pattern and the yarn last week.

It’s something I can do and keep an eye on my cat that is sick again.  I think that she’s nearly out of her nine lives, but this spell hasn’t been as bad as some so I’m hoping she pulls out of it. I am making use of the kitty pharmacy that the vet has provided to get her through these spells, and spoiling her rotten with whatever food she can tolerate.  She’s still got the mass in her gut, and that can cause problems really quickly if it grows, so I’m keeping a close eye on her. Fingers crossed that she’ll be OK.

Namaste

There’s a good reason for the move.  I’ll explain more later. I have work to do now.

Namaste.

I don’t know why I haven’t done this sooner, other than the ridiculous amount of stuff in that room is just plain intimidating.  In everything that I bagged for charity, there was only one thing that I thought twice about, and I still let it go. There’s no need to keep so much of this stuff.  Yesterday alone I emptied an entire bookshelf, a double sized laundry basket, and 2 boxes of stuff, and out of all of that I kept one box of momentos, 3 stuffed animals, and a couple of area rugs that were at the bottom of the basket. I can USE those and I totally forgot about them because they were BURIED.

My mom was a hoarder.  Hard core.  We lived in a 3000 square foot house. The basement had an 18″ wide path from front to back, the rest was stuff that mom “saved”.  Under all of that stuff was a professional billiards table, a fully functional beautifully tiled and mirrored wet bar, and lots of other cool playthings that we never could play with. There were rooms upstairs too that were like that. We never really had people over, other than our neighbor who was mom’s good friend and didn’t care about the house. I never had a lot of friends to begin with, I didn’t want them, but those that I had rarely got to go inside the house.  We had a great back yard, and we hung out there all summer, but in the house was kind of embarrassing and therefore mostly forbidden to my friends by my hoarder mother.

I DO NOT want to live this way. My house is half the size of hers. I have three not very large bedrooms and this one that I’m cleaning out is significantly better after just one days effort.  It will take a couple more days, but there’s progress, and I’m loving that. There’s an empty dresser in there that will be filled with the mementos that I found, and also photographs and the little bit of craft stuff that I’m keeping.  That’s it. Simple. I need the storage space, I don’t need the insignificant crap that’s in there taking up room instead of the treasures that live precariously in bags and boxes piled everywhere.  My treasures will have their home.

I’m loving letting go of this crap that’s been encumbering my soul as well as my house. I have a starting point and that’s awesome.  The next project is clearing off the desk that’s in there. It’s buried under boxes full of more stuff. That desk is where I can do some sewing when I need to.  I will probably take another 20 bags out of there before I’m finished, and that’s fine. What will be left is what is important. The rest of this stuff just piled up as the years went on.  That’s what happened to Mom too. But she never cleared out a room. She never let go. She had to hold on to everything because it might be useful someday.  Well, it might have been, if she could have found it. I doubt it.

After Mom died, it took my step-dad two years, making trips every day to the recycle station by the house, to empty the basement. Most of it was newspapers and magazines travel sections and cooking sections.  The coupon sections took up a whole room upstairs, so this was just the left overs that she’d get to someday.  Her someday never came, and she left a big mess for us.  I don’t want to do that. I want a respectable house that I can enjoy while I’m living and healthy. Mom died a hoarder. That makes me sad and angry, but mostly sad.  She’d lost so much in life, just like I have, but her PTSD manifested in hoarding.  Mine has other ways, but I’m working on that too.

My house is slowly getting organized.  It’s still a little messy, and that’s OK,  it’s MY house and I’m not a neat freak. I’m also not a hoarder, so it mostly feels really freeing to get rid of this pile that I’m getting rid of today. I was talking to my therapist about this whole effort and she was astonished that I was ready to take this leap.  When I was talking about it, it felt like it would be emotionally difficult to let go of this stuff, but the thing I’ve found while doing it is that I’m not attached to 3/4 of the crap in that room.  I found one box that had some serious family treasures in it. I kept everything in that box and today it will be sorted into a couple of dresser drawers. The rest of it was just stuff that had collected over the years, and since I never learned how to get rid of anything as a kid, I never thought about it as an adult.  My mom trained me well. Every time I threw something out I hear her in my head going “Save That!”  and then I tossed it faster There was a lot of Mom in My Head yesterday.  At one level I feel like I’m dishonoring her by donating/tossing this crap, a few things of which even came from her.  On every other level, I feel like I’m becoming the person that she always wanted to be. Someone that I want to become, that would make my parents proud. Maybe I’m taking a few steps closer to being a little proud of myself too. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt anything remotely like that.

Besides, Mom in My Head,  the stuff that is going to charity will find a much more useful place than my junk room. They can sell it and support themselves. That’s cool.  I’m not just throwing it out. There’s only one bag of trash for 20+ of give away stuff. I don’t think that’s bad. So there!

I can rid myself of possessions that do nothing for me and support myself emotionally into a much better place than I was when I cringed every time I walked past that room. That cringe was learned early in life. It’s time to unlearn it.  It will take some work, but I’ll start in this room. It’s a good Winter project.

Next task: the basement. It’s not nearly as bad as mom’s, but there’s a bunch of junk down there that can go too.

One project at a time, right?

Namaste

Time for a random thoughts post.

Christmas was good. It was hard too. New Years was harder.  Good riddance to last year. Really. Too much loss, death, sickness, brokeness. For PTSD’d me it was all kind of the last straw.  I got a therapist. A really good therapist that makes me think, and laugh, and cry, and everything that I need to do to get less shell shocked.  But then she took a couple of weeks off. Holy bad timing Batman.  But good timing too. It forced me to cope with a couple of things on my own.  God I miss my family, but I have moved forward even if it’s just a little bit.  I’m still alive and no one in my past would want me to wallow, so I don’t, but there might have been a tear or two for Big Brother over new years. I can’t figure out how to make the world feel right without him in it. I know that gets better with time, but I’m not there yet.

We all got the plague for Christmas too, that wasn’t fun. The family all shared a nasty strain of bronchitis. Two of my old people were very ill. The little kid in me cowered, praying they’d recover. They did. My 84 year old aunt spent a few days in the hospital, and my 93 year old aunt stuck it out at home.  I wanted to strangle her when she told me that all she wanted for the three days before I found out she was sick was a warm bowl of chicken soup.  I gave her a piece of my mind about that. She will call me next time. She better.

The best thing about the holidays is that I’ve seen Minime several times in the last few weeks. I met her new boyfriend yesterday. He seems nice.  I’ll see them again next weekend too. I’m going to deliver the rest of her newly bought IKEA sofa that didn’t fit in her car and see her new place.  I’ve heard good things.  She’s got a new job too. So far so good. Go Minime!

Also next weekend, I’ve committed to giving at least 15 bags of stuff away. They’ll pick them up sometime after 7 am saturday.  I have about half of them ready, so this week will be busy. Most of what I’m getting rid of is books and stuff out of my junk room. Clearing some space, de-junking, call it what you will. Simplifying is what it really is.  Something in me clicked a while back. I don’t need to keep myself buried in this junk anymore.  It feels good to be getting rid of it, but actually doing it takes energy, so it hasn’t happened yet. I’m pushing myself to fill 2 bags a night.

Also, I’m purging Christmas stuff that I haven’t used in a couple of years.  I took the plunge and bought a really nice fake Christmas tree on a really good sale after New Years, so I need to make a little room in the crawl space that it will live in for 11 months a year. This is another move toward “normal” for me.  I’ve had a little 4 ft prelit one for the few years since my divorce. Before then, my ex and his idiocy ruled Christmas with his tree through the roof stunt.  Now all of that is behind me and I’ll have a nice normal 7.5 foot tree that all of my ornaments will fit on and everything. I’m psyched.  They wanted $100 more for lights, so I’ll be stringing it with lights myself, but I don’t mind. It’s going to be gorgeous. I’ve already decided. So there.

There has been one REALLY GOOD thing too.  Roomie, after 50+ years of smoking, just up and quit. He decided to do it on his own.  He didn’t tell me he was going to, but I noticed after the first day for two reasons. First, there’s a noticeable lack of smoke when you walk in the front door now, and second, the ashtray in the kitchen is gone.   I’m really proud of him.  He made it through a week so far. He’s doing great. It’s a good thing I got him the hot air popper that he requested for Christmas, he’s been munching on popcorn a lot. At least it’s relatively healthy air popped stuff.  He’s doing great, and I’ll do anything I can to help if he asks. The old smoke smell lingers in the house, but I’ll start cleaning room by room and get rid of that as I can. The important thing is that he’s made this major leap towards good health and I’m really proud that he’s doing it.

The Vegan effort also continues. I kind of crashed and burned during the holidays, between being sick for 3 weeks and the whole emotional thing it got kind of hard for me to care much. But now, between finding a couple of new interesting recipes (thanks to Pinterest), and knowing that eating this way is part of a bigger picture that I’m working on in therapy, I’m getting back on the wagon. Making better decisions for myself and stopping the self destructive behaviors that have worked their way in to my brain is important. And FREAKING HARD. I seem to be going for longer and longer periods of time without slipping back into the old behaviors, so maybe this therapy stuff is helping.  I’m committed to sticking with it. I spent a buttload of money today on everything that we need that is healthy and good. I made a really yummy dinner for us too. We’re both kind of tired of eating Tex-Mex style. It seems that all the plant based believers haven’t figured out how to do anything but beans and rice and corn and peppers, combined in an infinite number of ways that all kind of taste the same.  We’re going to try and find some Asian style stuff that fits with the plan too.  We need more variety, so we’ll find some and carry on.  I really don’t even want to see another burrito for at least a couple of weeks.

Another big change coming: I’ll be making some changes to this site.  Minime works for a hosting company now, so we’re going to host together (translation, she’s getting a reseller account for stupid cheap, and I’m done with paying $120 a year for my little hosting service that only gives me one slot on a server).  Once that all happens, I’ve got some fresh ideas for how to proceed here. We’ll see how much time I’ll have to throw at that, but it will be fun, and a learning experience, and hey, I gave birth to my tech support, so it will be kind of cool (for me).

I think that’s it for now, and I just crossed 1100 words, so thanks for hanging in there with my ramblings.

Namaste

Dinner last night was a success, in no small part to Roomie’s efforts. I’ve been coughing my lungs up for a few days now, and let me tell you how old that gets and how fast. I’ve had the week off and there has been a lot of activity, with quite a bit of resting in between, trying to shake this damn cold, but it hasn’t worked.  Yesterday Minime showed up to save the day, and after I cooked all morning and Roomie cooked all afternoon while I finished the cleaning that had to get done, Minime helped with set up and stair running and things that tired old mom wasn’t up for.YAY Minime!  My Niece jumped right in to help with the cleanup, and her mother and my BFF helped with dishes while I put food away.  It was definitely a team effort and I truly appreciated it.

The meal was awesome, and I didn’t even cheat on the vegan plan much.  Roomie made Game hens  for our guests and our vegan burritos, and I made Lasagna. Between the two of us (mostly him) we also had roasted asparagus, cornbread stuffing, salad, pickled veggies, and chocolate banana cake that everyone was too stuffed to eat. For appetizers, minime bought a few cheeses, I made roasted garlic, and cranberry salsa.  There were corn chips and gluten free crackers. Everyone ate what they wanted, all were well fed, and everyone went home with goodie bags so all that we have left here are the dishes that comply with our health requirements.

Presents went well, teenagers were happy. My brother’s wife outdid herself again, and Roomie totally outclassed my gift to him.  He got 2 LL Bean shirts from me, and for me, he’s building me a dresser, from scratch, by hand. These presents can’t even compare. He sometimes amazes me. He got me good last night.  He printed a pic, and we discussed a couple of modifications.  OMG he’s making me a dresser!  How cool is that?  My current bedroom set belongs to BFF. She has my mom’s dining room set at her house and I have her dad’s bedroom set at mine. It’s just another way our lives intertwine.  Now that her life has changed a bit, and her father passed away recently, she’s asked me for the tall dresser back because it would fit better in the space that she’s got a long dresser in at her new place, and it’s got sentimental value that means more to her now. I have no problem with that, it’s just a matter of logistics getting it there.

I told Roomie about her wanting it back and he is building me a beautiful new one with purple heart wood detail. It’s going to be awesome.  I’m beyond thrilled.

As for my brother, this evening was something that I’d been preparing for with my therapist, roomie, and minime for a few weeks.  My brother, we’ve decided in therapy, is quite a bit like keeping a scorpion on a leash.  Usually they’ll keep their distance but you never know when the little bastard is going to turn back around and sting you.  He tried a few times. We shut him down for the most part. He proceeded to make nearly appropriate conversation and mostly not ruin the evening.  It was a family effort, and I appreciate the support that Roomie and Minime provided.

All in all, the evening was successful, and aside from this illness, Christmas is, so far, one of the better ones in recent days.

Tomorrow’s festivities have been postponed until new years because everyone in the family has this bug, and it’s put my elderly aunt into the hospital with pneumonia.  She’s fairly infirm and has many other problems, so a little bug like this can put her over the top pretty easily. My 93 year old aunt also has the bug, but so far she’s fighting it at home. She’s really very healthy, so it will hopefully just work it’s way out of her and she’ll be fine. My plans for Christmas day are to just hang out with roomie, and maybe minime before she goes back to her place. We’ll see what works out. For now I’m going back to bed.

Merry Christmas!

Namaste.

I completely forgot the cranberry sauce.  LOL Christmas dinner item #1 procured.

For Christmas there will be some form of meat, Roomie’s pushing game hens, and if I don’t serve my mom’s lasagna I will be lynched, but the rest of the meal will secretly be the kind of yummy wholesome healthy food we had yesterday.  I have a month to plan, and test cook another veggie lasagna. I’m on a mission. I have the perfect meat lasagna recipe. Now the challenge is to take the meat out and still have something flavorful and delicious that is also healthy.  It can be done, fairly easily as it turns out.

Who knew?

This stuff is fun for me. I’m a foodie, and also a midwestern girl that was raised on bacon, eggs, steak and potatoes.  It’s a radical shift from what I know and it’s been really joyful making the discoveries that I have that are redefining my concept of delicious and wonderful.

I’m calling the Thanksgiving meal a success.  It was also a learning experience, a good one.

YAY!

Namaste

Embracing the change that has become the norm in my life, there is no turkey on our table today.

I’m surprisingly OK with it.

I thought a couple of months ago, when I started down this vegetarian road, that missing The Turkey would make me bitter and resentful.  Here’s the thing though. Every time I’ve tried my old diet for a meal or two it’s made a considerably negative difference in how I feel.

I think that’s the thing that surprised me the most.  I feel better, all of the time. Feeling better sort of creeped up on me because it’s a very NORMAL feeling. It’s not something you notice. I feel good. I haven’t felt good in years. I almost always felt draggy, tired, and blah before. I only notice it when I don’t feel good now.

I thought because I’d been through so much surgery and recovery, that I’d just become weak and blah.  That’s not what explains it though.  I can reproduce that feeling just by having a bowl of orange chicken with greasy lo mein like I did yesterday.

BLAH <– how i felt for hours after that.

I don’t miss turkey today because I had that reminder yesterday of what that kind of diet does to me.

That overstuffed, catatonic, post turkey dinner feeling?  Not gonna happen.

This “new” way of eating NEVER leaves you feeling overfull. On the flipside of that, I have rarely been hungry. So this eating thing?  It’s not a Diet.  I eat as much as I want until I feel satisfied. That’s something that’s new too. Being satisfied.  Even more suprising: being satisfied on 1/2 of the amount of food that I used to eat and was rarely satisfied. I don’t count calories. I don’t measure anything except to follow a recipe. What goes on my plate is my estimation of how much I’ll need to feel nourished and well. I still overestimate that quite a bit.  Being so satisfied that I reject more of what made me feel that way, being so satisfied that I don’t WANT to finish what’s on my plate is a brand new thing for me.  Walking away from More, in exchange for Enough that I’m Fully Satisfied, is astonishing to me.

It’s all about quality.

Let me repeat that because it shocked the hell out of me:

Being satisfied is ?DIRECTLY CORRELATED with the quality of the food that I eat.  For example. A breakfast of whole grain cereal (Grape nuts, or oatmeal), almond milk, and a banana will hold me for 4-5 hours, where a breakfast of sugary processed cereal with skim milk and maybe even a toasted bagel left me hungry an hour or two later. Dinner last night was some amazing burritos. Whole grain tortillas, two kinds of beans, salsa, chiles, onions, and spices, SO GOOD!  Our dinners previous to this change weren’t “unhealthy”. They were usually some kind of meat and veg, rice or potatoes, and Roomie has a thing for gravy, he is a southern boy at heart, so there was gravy and butter. The thought of that now makes me want to nap. Because that’s what it did to me. I thought that was NORMAL.

That processed food, the sugared cereal, the frozen box lunches, etc. also triggered so many cravings.  After I ate it, I’d just keep eating because it’s what my body screamed for.  Those cravings are mostly shut down now.  It’s been a huge learning process, and sure I still mostly enjoy a bag of processed chip crap as much as the next guy, but I know the price that I pay for it now, so more and more often, I’m choosing not to do that to myself.  Thank my therapist, KYB,  for illuminating that last little point for me.

It’s about choices.

I like feeling good, I notice it now when I don’t feel good. I didn’t notice it when it was the norm to not feel good. I’m choosing to feel good.  Consciously. Deliberately. More often than not.

I’m still not 100% there. I’m still working on some really hard things within. Therapy is helping, but it’s not overnight. I’ve come a good part of the way toward a healthier outlook, but there are still things that I beat myself up about, and for me the beatings include food. That’s pretty much the definition of an eating disorder.  It’s funny how something that brings so much (false) comfort can also bestow (improperly self imposed) punishment too.  Another unexpected consequence of shifting my diet is that the emotional part of eating really, truly, wholeheartedly demonstrates it’s negative consequences much more clearly now.  I know clearly when I’m doing myself in. Those times are less and less, but there’s a little shellshocked girl in me that still likes to try and validate her scared little girl feelings.  She’s growing up, a little at a time. We’re slowly learning to work together a little bit too.  It’s a hard road to travel, but I can already see the value in it, so I’ll keep working.

Our meal today will be wonderful.  I’m making roasted veggie lasagna.  It’s a grand experiment, but really, you can do just about anything with (whole grain) noodles and (organic vegetable) sauce and it will be good, so I’m not worried.  Also, because I love stuffing, I’m making cornbread and poblano stuffing and veggie gravy to go over it.  We’ll also have some green beans and potatoes with garlic, some cranberry sauce, and Roomie’s making a peach cobbler for dessert. I might bake and apple or two too.  Not a bad meal.  And, one custom that’s traditional to Thanksgiving: I’m sure there will be enough leftovers so that neither of us will have to cook for the rest of the weekend

I’m off to the kitchen.

Be thankful today.  For life, for health, for loved ones, and so many other things.  Appreciate what you have. Start from where you are, right now, in this moment, and be truly thankful.

Namaste

That loan I wrote about last time has cleared, and now I’m through step 2 of the Financial Fix Up.  This plan has 5 steps, the first of which is the hardest – getting the cash. The rest is just waiting time for things to clear so I can jump through the next hoop.  I should be done with all of it in about 2 more weeks.  YAY!

Also, my bonus from work came in at just the right time. Most of the bonus is earmarked for responsible grown up stuff, (bills, vets, shoes that won’t hurt my sore foot, and new glasses) but I was saving a few hundred for something fun for myself. I hadn’t quite figured out what yet…. but then the universe took me on a little ride.

I learned Thursday that Minime was selling her DSLR camera gear. She had planned a 2 week trip to visit some friends over Thanksgiving, and that had to be cancelled unless she could make up some of the money that their broken water heater took. As a side note: She’s also got a very nice point and shoot cam that she’s been using 95% of the time for the last year, so her DSLR gear has mostly been collecting dust while life goes on around her.  I felt bad about her selling her DSLR until she told me that. She hadn’t really put any effort into furthering her photography for a while, so better to sell the gear while it’s still worth something.

Backstory:  She bought her camera shortly after I bought mine. It was a step up from my camera gear, and also was the camera that I should have bought in the first place but couldn’t afford at the time. She let me mess with it a few times when we went places together, and it’s the same make as mine (Nikon) so I am somewhat familiar with it.  It also happens to do the one thing that my lesser camera didn’t do that would allow me to branch into the part of photography that I’m dying to get into.  I’ve been trying to figure out how to get that level of cam into my camera bag for a couple of years, but the price tag was just unreachable for something that wasn’t a necessity in my life. /end backstory

So after I learned that it was available and why, and that the price she was asking almost exactly equaled my available cash + the going rate for my old gear,  we talked and I made her a deal. I’d give her the cash that I had available now, and then sell my gear and give her that money whenever it came in. She agreed to that, because it allowed her to go on the trip that she had planned. She didn’t need ALL the cash up front.  So it worked out, literally perfectly, for both of us.  She drove in Friday to have lunch and make the trade. I came home with new gear.  Literally that whole plan was hatched and executed in about 24 hours.  She’s also already sold most of her other gear that I didn’t buy, and now has enough of a cushion that I won’t be too worried about her on this trip too. She leaves tomorrow. Awesomeness abounds.

Also, Thursday, as soon as minime and I worked this plan out,  I texted my photography mentor, lets call him “BL” here, to tell him that I was selling my original DSLR and asked that if he knew anyone that was looking for beginner gear to let me know. BL then texted one friend. BL texted me back not very long after and asked me to send an e-mail description of exactly what was included. I sent that e-mail, and after very little back and forth with them, two hours after I got home with minime’s gear Friday, I got an e-mail that my camera kit had sold, and the money was in my paypal account.  HOLY BOVINE!  BL’s friend that bought it wrote me a very nice e-mail that this is all very serendipitous for her, just perfect timing. I wrote her back that it felt that way for me too.  When the universe wants things to happen, it doesn’t really take it’s time, does it?

So, in the end, I upgraded my gear to exactly what I’d been wanting, for the exact amount of money that I had available which makes me happy, and in the process I got to make two other people really happy.  Minime gets to spend her holiday where she’s happy, and BL’s friend gets to start down a wonderful road of creativity.

I love happy endings.

Namaste