Wednesday, December 6, 2017

A Metaphor

First off I have to tell you that I had to check the definitions for metaphor and analogy.  I always get those two mixed up.

I think I'm set so here goes.

I have several pottery bowls.  I love pottery.  It's a Brachman daughter thing - we all love pottery.

One of my favorite bowls broke recently.  It was a favorite because of its size, not necessarily the color.  It was a bowl I used a lot.

The break wasn't horrific.  I thought it was possible to glue the parts back together so I took it up to my bracelet making work room.  

Super glue did the trick - almost.  It wasn't going to be very usable so I had a decision to make.

Keep it and not really use it which would mean it would take up space on a shelf and look pretty . . . except it really wasn't very pretty.

I struggled with the decision and finally decided to through it out.
I can hear my sisters right now.  "Eeeek!  She threw it out!"

Can you see the metaphor coming?  

I'm likening the decision in what to do with the bowl to many decisions one has to make while traveling through this life.

Like:  1)  not keen on this job I've had for 16 years.  Should I continue on or look for something different/better?  2)  I love this pair of jeans.  They're so comfortable but are all worn out and I look like a bag lady in them.  Do I keep them and only wear them in the house or toss them out?  3)  this relationship is going nowhere.  Calling it quits will be rough.  Do I hang in there or make a clean break?

It's that bowl.  I liked it ok but not my fav.  If it had been the raku one on my dining room table I would have done my magic with the glue and kept it.  It isn't used for serving but is oh so pretty.

Is this blog striking a chord for anyone or am I out here all by myself thinking about broken bowls?

PS - if this doesn't really fall into the metaphor category, please don't tell me.  I'm feeling very smart right now and don't want the buzz killed.

Thank you.

Sunday, December 3, 2017

Do you have a schedule?

This question would apply to everyone - still working outside the home or toiling like a ranch hand inside.

My mom used to wash the bed sheets every Monday.  I have tried to keep that regime alive as well.  Do I always succeed?  Not always.  I asked a friend (don't twist my arm I won't tell you) how often she washed her sheets.  Her reply:  when they start to smell.
See why I didn't divulge her name.

Grocery shopping has never been scheduled for me.  It may possibly be tied into the fact that I hate cooking and also live only 2 blocks from the store so I can fly by anytime.  Often it's on a daily basis.  I try to tell myself that I'm shopping like the Europeans.

Other than the sheets I call Sundays "face and floors" day.
I know you understood the "floor" thing but you must be wondering "what the hell is she doing to her face every Sunday?  We know she's not taking it to church."

Well, if you must know then I must tell you.  I use a facial scrub to keep my cheeks looking like a baby's butt.  Ok, maybe I don't quite achieve that goal but it doesn't stop me from scrubbing.

At my age you don't want to over-scrub.  So getting after those cheeks weekly is better for senior citizen faces than every other day like when you were in your 20s and 30s.

Oh.  I just thought of another schedule - monthly haircuts for Augie and me and monthly massages for ME!!!  I make those appointments for the next month as I'm leaving so I don't put anything else on my calendar.  They're extremely important to my health and happiness.  Augie agrees.

So.  Now it's your turn.  I'm sure there's some smart ass out there that's going to say they wash their windows twice a year.  

Don't bother commenting if that's you.  hehe

Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Your best feature

Do you have one?  I'm sure you do - look harder.

I'm only interested in a physical feature - not personality.

I was thinking about what I considered my best feature this morning on the Augie walk.

I'm not sure I always thought it was my best but when it went to hell I looked back on how my ankles used to look and realized they probably were the best I had to offer.

Last July 31 I put my bare feet up on the coffee table (I'm allowed) to watch something on TV.  Nothing remarkable happened.

The next night I did the same thing - looked down at my feet - and was taken aback by the water balloons affixed to the outside of both my ankles.  WTH???????

I have pictures but I don't want to gross you out.  You're welcome.

I was concerned enough to go see my doc who sent me for an ultrasound which resulted in seeing a vascular doc.

I knew he would require the wearing of the ugly compression stockings so I got started on those lovely leg accessories right away.

Much to my dismay, there is nothing to be done to return my ankles to their original look.  My condition is not severe enough to warrant a procedure.

The stockings didn't help in any way so I chucked them immediately.  My ankles are less puffy than they were four months ago but, I fear, I'll never be on the cover of "Ankles of America."

So now I'm in the process of looking for a new "best feature."

My ears are in the running.

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Sunday 9:45a walk

Sunday morning walk:  both boardwalks and 3 poops later (Augie- not me) we're home and feeling invigorated.  

The best part of a Sunday morning walk in Allegan is that we don't have to wait at the light (one of three) at the busiest intersection in town.  The church-goers are either at home still primping or in their respective pews and the non-churchy people are out walking or riding that comfy couch. Very few cars to contend with.

I believe I have mentioned once or twelve times that Sundays are my least favorite day of the week.  Other than the car-free walk with Augie, the day seems to drag by like a sloth on Librium.  

Petey and I try to think of something to do during the afternoon segment of the day so we don't turn into the sloth I just mentioned but it can prove to be difficult at times.  A movie?  A walk around the mall?  A drive to the big lake?  Not a lot of choices.

Well, Augie will get another walk today so that will perk things up a bit.  Now if the sun actually comes out, we'll be "dancin' in the street."  

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Toilet paper

Who thought these sizes were a good idea???

One is so damn big it barely fits in the holder.  You have to manually turn it the first 17 times until you've used enough for it to flow freely.

The other one fits nicely but you have to replace it every 3 days! And that's with only 2 people living in the house.

Isn't there anything in between?

I saw some interesting TP in Canada recently.  It came out in single squares.  Not sure if that's efficient or not.

I like variety in a lot of things.  I'm not sold on it for toilet paper or Oreos, though.

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Who knew

Yes.  Those are curls or maybe some would call them active waves.  WTH!  How long have they been there?  All my life and I never knew it?  You mean I went through all those "Dippity-do" sessions with mom out on the back porch for nuthin'?

Apparently so.  Gosh, sure wish I'd known that.  I have to give credit where credit is due, though.  If it hadn't been for my trustworthy stylist, Michelle Rutledge, this coolio affect would never have happened.

One day Michelle said to me - "El, how'd you like to try embracing the wave."  I only thought it over for a minute or so - cuz - she's "trustworthy."

I knew I'd have to let my hair grow longer than I'm used to but she encouraged me along the way. And . . . .

BAM!  I'm a happy, curly/wavy gal these days.  

Thanks, Michelle!!!

Saturday, September 23, 2017

I've lost my chops

Not my choppers.  Not my pork chops.  I'm talking about my baking chops.

Oh.  I can already hear those of you who know me well saying "what baking chops?"

It's very true and if you've been around for a while, you already know I'm not a fan of the kitchen - except to walk through it to get to the rest of the house.

But let's get real here, folks.  Anyone can cook/bake.  Am I right? It's not rocket science.  Doing it well is a whole different ball game. And liking to do it is not nor has it ever been on my radar.  

Having said all that I decided to bake some chocolate chips cookies for a thing we're going to tomorrow.

I can not honestly tell you how long it's been since I last baked anything, let alone chocolate chip cookies.

I got rattled right away because I wanted to spruce them up with some chopped almonds.  I actually have a little chopper - I think it was a Pampered Chef tool.

Didn't work so well.  Not the tool's fault - all mine.  I got impatient and it hurt my hand.

Back to basics.  Then I realized I don't really have one of those deep bowls that are much better to use with an electric mixer than one of my several pottery bowls.

Had to search around, switch bowls and then put the mixer away and put some elbow grease to the batter and that was pretty much it.

Did not enjoy it AT ALL.  Won't be doing that again for a very long time but, ya'll know me, it's probably going to be never.  I'm ok with the store-bought stuff.