Screen shot from the Cornell Lab Great Horned Owl Bird Cam
We're reading a book about a guy who invents a potion for reversing aging. He's an elderly man who now inhabits the body of a 13 year old. I asked the kids to write about ages. Most like their age quite a lot. One Thirdlander is very pleased that she's nine because she now has a bra and uses deodorant. At morning meeting, every kiddo read a snippet from their texts. When they were all done I read my lead, "I like being 54. I get to stay up as late as I want every single night." The group erupted into vehement screams of "THAT'S NOT FAIR!"
Well it's #TwinTuesday. Celebrate good times. We've got a decorative box and a cheerful dish towel. Some people call dish towels "tea towels." We should probably start doing that from now on. I wonder who designed this tissue box. Whoever it was did a darned fine job. Kudos.
Last night I watched the Women Tell All. There have been a few comments uttered this season along the lines of, "I'm not here to make friends." What's up with that? Why wouldn't you want to make a few extra friends no matter what your specific purpose might be? I'm open to making friends each day even though I'm contractually at my job to educate Thirdlanders. Why not keep my eyes peeled for friendship along the way? Win win. I could go on, but I think I've made my point. Make new friends, but keep the old. One is silver and the other's gold.
The snow does look beautiful out in our backyard, especially since we have a two hour sun shiny delay.
It's time for me to pick our goals for the week. I circled this quote in my Julia Cameron book. It's written by Shakespeare:
Things won are done; joy's soul lies in the doing.
In conclusion, let's try to get something done this week, no matter how small.
I've already accomplished something pretty major in the shoveling of snow off our driveway. I also sent a draft of chapter 2 off to the editor. It took me about 4 months to write and I'm not super happy with it, but it's done and let's remember. Things won are done.
Now it's time for me to look forward and think about doing some other stuff.
My first order of business is to finish this cup of coffee that Husbandman made for me. Don't want to beat a dead horse, but please remember. Thing's won are done.
I'm not kidding. It took me literally 2.5 hours to shovel snow out of my driveway. People, I just don't have that kind of time right now.
Before I headed out to get the job done, I watched about five or six videos about snow shoveling. You should watch these champs go to town on the snow removal. I'm talking swagger. I'm talking sophisticated style.
I learned a few tips from the shovel superstars, but let's face it, I have a big driveway and I was dealing with a significant amount of snow. Also, they had some pretty good tools.
I basically need better equipment. I'm considering getting a snow blower, but they cause thousands of injuries each year, including amputations. Let's face it. That's the last thing I need right now.
I think it's hot toddy time. Husbandman's home from his Ohio math trip and his DC math trip flight has been cancelled. Husbandman, what say you to making the toddies? (I'll have Husbandman read this blog entry after he gets done finding a new flight to DC and get his feedback on my query).
Indoor recess yesterday so I sat down with some Thirdlanders to help with their crocheting. Some Thirdlanders know how to crochet now and others not so much. But we're all going to get there.
As I chatted with the two Wonderbugs and funny kid, the talk came around to being sneaky. Funny kid said, "I can sneak stuff out of our kitchen without anyone seeing me. You would not believe how quiet I am."
I replied, "I was pretty good at that when I was a kid."
The Wonderbugs began chatting about how they sometimes sneak things but then they feel so horrible about it that it's not worth it. I kind of shrugged that off because how big a deal is it to take a cookie now and again?
Then things turned serious. Wonderbug 1 said, "I have haunting memories. If I do things that are mean or bad to anyone, I cry myself to sleep at night. I can't stand it. And the memories of these things never go away."
Wonderbug 2 says she has the same problem. "I just lie awake thinking of anything bad I did and I try so hard the next day to make it right."
I have some of the same issues that these Thirdlanders have. It made me a little sad to think of them having these feelings for the next 40 years or so, and possibly longer. While compassion and striving for kindness are great goals, it can be over done. Finally I said, "You know, sometimes it's hard to let stuff go, but we've got to try. We have to put these memories in the past where they belong and just try to focus on the present moment."
Wonderbug 2 pulled at her crocheting which isn't really going that well to tell you the truth and sighed, "It's so hard."