- I love exclamation points when I write!
- I also love dashes--they really help me to clear up my thoughts.
- I resist change. I think of myself as pretty flexible, but the truth is...I love my routine. When I'm not in my regular battle rhythm, I'm out of sorts.
- I need time to stew about things. Or, as I prefer to call it, THINK about things. Sometimes it seems like I'm procrastinating, but the thinking really is an essential part of the process for me.
- I can do difficult things. Sometimes I think I can't but if I just tell my mind to shut up, I can usually get done with what I need to get done.
- I'm a huge believer in karma. This is no secret to me--but it's reaffirmed every day.
- Miracles happen. I KNOW this.
- There are angels on earth--I KNOW this too. Have a little experience with them.
- I don't make enough time to do the things I love to do. Take sewing, for example. I love it, but the only time I actually do it is for other people. Like for Christmas presents. This goes for knitting too. I have no small children any more, so I should have time for these things.
- I can literally send love out into the universe. It's not just a hippie phrase. It's happening.
- I'm a
cheapfrugal person. I don't remember the last time I paid retail for anything. This goes for food, clothes, shoes, even my car. I accept this. - There are some things about myself that I will never understand. I can't explain them. I am a preschool teacher who watches Sons of Anarchy and loves Jax Teller. I have read the Twilight Series of books more times than I will tell you about. I love good food, but I hate to cook (usually). I love compost. And worms. And worm castings, which is really poop. These things are especially unexplainable.
- I adore my bed. So much so that I would wash my sheets every day if I didn't think that would make me seem insane. There is nothing better than clean, fresh sheets, a fresh nightgown (I'm old school--a flannel nightgown is best--none of those newfangled sleep shirts for me!) and a good book. There's nothing those few things can't cure.
Kaleigh got a half-dead rose bush (marked down, of course) and I've been babying it back to life. It actually looks pretty good, and she's gotten a couple of buds on it--it's called a Candy Stripe Rose, and it's pink and white striped. Very pretty. We are waiting for another bud to open now. It's a climber so we really need to choose a spot to plant it and get some kind of trellis going. I'm thinking of building one with long, straight limbs from a horrible tree thing in my front yard that was planted UNDER the oak tree. I can only assume that the oak tree was MUCH smaller then....Anyway, this tree thing (it's bigger than a bush, but smaller than a tree) is very long branched because they are reaching for sun. Looks awful, but good for me since I can cut the branches and use them--for a trellis for the rose bush. I built a green bean teepee out of them already, but the darn thing has to go. I hate to be wasteful.
Peace, love, and compost.
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