Dec 18, 2012 |
I’m overwhelmed. I admit it. I was told tonight, “It’s good to see you smiling again,” and I wondered how long had I not been smiling?
I’m finding my Happy Place again. Traveling deeper on that path. There’s a better sense of better in my household. Dot’s registered for her second semester of college. College! I’m still working my day job. I’ve worked out a writing schedule with Megan, and for myself. It’s time to keep track of that date book I tend to ignore.
And I can see how I overworked myself this summer, and am determined to not do it again. It’s funny how cutting back on some things can actually make life seem more hectic.
I’m a creature of stability, of structure. Change harasses me instead of helps me. But we’re learning to coexist. I can’t put my finger on it, but lately I’m beginning to realize how I need to change in order to spread my wings. I can see how to accomplish what I want to accomplish, and that means change. Slowing down. Turning around. And sometimes, stopping.
Working a full time job, this full time job, really keeps me busy. No cell phones allowed. No personal calls. No personal computer use. It’s great. She doesn’t pay me to twiddle my thumbs. I’m actually earning a living. Or trying to. Right now, I’m still learning how to earn. There’s so much to know, so much involved with learning the office procedures and doing the job I was hired to do and learning how to do it better… It’s wonderful. And busy. And even if she allowed it, I’d have no time for personal calls or personal computer time.
So I work a full day, come home, and work here. At Bedford Manor. I cook. We clean. We eat. We spend a few hours together then we each go to bed for a few hours of sleep.
I don’t like sleeping. It’s a waste of time. Oh, the things I could accomplish if my body didn’t require sleep! The books would be written by now. The correspondence course, finished. The first popover recipe made. The books on the shelf read. All this and more.
I find myself keeping a tighter schedule. Less frittering away two hours a day. More intentional time well spent. It’s easier to say “no” than it was two months ago.
You know those movies when the main character is walking up to some huge door, alone? And you just know Something Good is on the other side, but getting up those steps is half the battle?
That’s what this is. It’s the battle. And it’s over.
I’m knocking on that door. I’m pushing it open. Letting the light pour out and the fresh air in.
I’m overwhelmed with how big this world is, and how I’m just starting to discover it. Things I didn’t think were possible are starting to happen. Results I never thought I’d see are being seen by many. My home is peaceful tonight. And my world is expanding.
It’s breathtaking. A little unnerving.
And utterly unmissable.
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Dec 17, 2012 |
A friend recently mailed me an old magazine clipping for a basic popover recipe. It came about as I’d commented that I’d seen popover recipes on other blogs and was tempted to try my hand at making some.
I’ve seen recipes that run the gamut from simply delicious to decadently glamorous. So let’s be honest… what kind of cook am I if I don’t experiment in the kitchen now and then? I can fill cupcakes… why not fill popovers?
And so, as you can surmise from the title of this post, I have a new project. My Popover Project. At least one time each month in the coming year, I plan to make popovers and share them with you. Well, at least share photos and the recipe. The actual popovers will be reserved for those in-town family and friends.
From January’s New Beginnings when I’ll try my hand at the basic popovers, through holidays and special events and ending next December with some festive delight. And if I get really good at it, maybe I’ll work my way up to two recipes a month.
Pretty sure the family would like that, yah?
What’s your favorite way to eat popovers?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
Dec 16, 2012 |
I didn’t post yesterday. Did you notice?
I did. You know what I noticed? I noticed the earth didn’t implode. I didn’t die of spontaneous combustion, and Dot didn’t turn into a gremlin.
I just didn’t post.
That’s not to say I didn’t write. I did. But not for yesterday. With this being the week before Christmas, there’s a lot happening at Bedford Manor. And even more so than usual. That’s the part I can’t really write about just now.
Megan and I are working out a schedule for the New Year. I have a new Meal Memo in a Jar plan for January. And I have until December 31st to finish Assignment No. 4 for the Institute of Children’s Literature.
Trust me when I say, Not posting is not the same as not writing.
I think yesterday was me testing the veracity of my vacation post; to see whether or not I could actually abstain from the Blog.
I’m so very thankful I had more to do than normal to keep me busy. I made two batches of Doo-Dads. Ate dinner at Mom’s. Helped Dot with some paperwork processing. Oh, and we cleaned. We cleaned a lot. And closed off half the house so it doesn’t turn to Catford Manor for a few days.
And get this… I actually planned out my entire wardrobe for the entire workweek. No more standing in front of a disorganized closet nearly spilling my coffee in a panic with only three minutes left to get dressed.
I think it’s going to be a really great week.
Don’t get me wrong. This post may seem a little “nothing” to the reader. But that’s only because this isn’t the time or place to get into how I feel about the shooting in Connecticut or the upcoming Fiscal Cliff. I have plenty to say, and will say it when the time is right.
This isn’t that moment. This moment is MoJo and Family.
So. What’s on your plate?
And Frankly, My Dear… that’s all she wrote!
