Friday, July 29, 2011

5 minutes. still.

Still my heart.
Slow the beats that thunder through me.
Calm my soul with the knowledge that there is nothing that I can do.
I rest.

Still my mind.
The questions race, the possibilities expand, the not-knowing threatens.
Calm my soul with the reassurance that I am not in charge.
I rest.

Still my hands.
The motions of the day have become automatic, frantic, unceasingly demanding.
Calm my soul with the awareness that my imperfect efforts are enough.
I rest.
I rest.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

random grammar lesson #1

I am a grammar nerd.

Seeing words used incorrectly actually gives me pain.

Today's lesson:
eek vs. eke

Eek: a politely restrained noise that you make when distressed. Like when you see a mouse or a spider, but your surroundings do not permit a full on scream. In church, for example.

Eke: frugally using every last bit of something. For instance "I eked out every last scrap of my favourite (discontinued) fabric".

Sometimes the realization that you have just used the last bit of said fabric can cause you to utter the aforementioned cry of distress. Just saying.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011


Does that look like summer to you?? Really?
(And for you Americans who don't read Celcius... those high temps range from 65-73 degrees, dropping down to 54-57 at night.)
This is not good.

Friday, July 8, 2011

blog-reading break day 2

Well, this has been an interesting couple of days. I don't think I realized quite how much pressure I was putting on myself... and how much like a failure I was feeling. Huh. I'll have to ponder this some more. Maybe make some changes.

Enough about that, though.

Today we made playdough!

(I hate playdough. I hate the smell of it, the texture, the way it dries into little balls that get ground into the carpet, the way it smears itself onto the table and for some reason is impossible to remove.)

But yet, because Ellie loves it, I made some.

Cherry-scented playdough.

I found a recipe that uses Kool-aid for the colourant/scent.

And it kept Ellie busy and happy for almost an hour.


And in other news... my grocery budget is going to heck in a hand-basket. You see, my husband and son love peanut butter. Not just any old peanut butter, though... the natural kind of peanut butter. You know, the stuff that if you let it sit out too long, the oil rises to the top and you have to stir it back in. And they don't just love peanut butter... no, they adore it. Eat it by the spoonful every time they walk through the kitchen. And since the only way to get to the basement stairs (where the computers are located) is through the kitchen, you just know that they eat a heck of a lot of peanut butter.

Well, anyhow, I used to be able to buy their special PB in big huge jars at my grocery store. Note: used to be able to. Used to. As in, past tense. They don't seem to stock it any more. That space on the shelves is now filled with other goods.

So where do I have to go now to find the PB?  Costco. The place where you can't walk in the door without spending $100.

Yeah. Like I said, my grocery budget is sunk.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

blog-reading break day 1

So, ironically, one of the first things that arrived in my inbox this morning was a link to an article at {in}courage...  titled What Finding Yourself Really Means.

So, time to sit down, relax, stop beating myself over the head with what other people are doing and I am not. I'll be fine. I am fine.

Meantime, though... it's lavender harvesting time. The buds are fat and dark purple, and just about to open. I feel bad for the bees who aren't going to get a shot at these flowers, but this year they're mine. All mine.

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

tap-tap... hello?

Is anyone still out there?

I've neglected this space shamefully, I know.

I have been trying to figure out what I'm actually doing here. This isn't a mommy blog... it's not a crafty blog... I don't blog any deep thoughts... I'm not into fashion and style... and my 365 project seems to be filling some of my personal blogging needs.

The truth, I think, is that I've been reading too many other blogs, and I'm feeling inadequate.

Maybe it's time to take a blog-reading break.