Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Negotiations

The computer is not done. They were working on it last night so there was another night of flipping through channels to find something to watch.

It seems I do not own a copy of Charlie Brown Christmas or, if I do, it's some place other than with all my DvDs. I am rather upset at this. It seems to me, cross-stitching would be a lot more fun with a Vince Guaraldi soundtrack behind it. And, in cleaning the CDs up back in summer, I didn't put all the Christmas ones together. Somewhere, in the stacks, I have "A Charlie Brown Christmas". I couldn't lay my hands on it.

So, I was "forced" to flip through the channels looking for something interesting to "watch" as I stitched. I've almost got this section done. One more day, actually, but I'm committed to hanging out with Pam tonight. If the computer is finished, I'll have so much stuff to reinstall, but I can stitch while I swap discs.

The girls have enjoyed my computer-less life. Pilchard loves the ability to hop into the lap whenever she wants. Either she or Mija will hop up into the recliner next to me and flop down. I've long said that there is nothing more relaxing than a purring cat next to you. Stress just seems to melt away. The only problem is, when I get up to make another cup of tea...

someone takes my spot.

"But mom, it's so nice and warm." I hate to move her, but that is my spot, next to the light.

Beverage:  Huckleberry tea

Deb

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

I Can't Read

When faced with the stress of not knowing, there are many ways one can alleviate the wear and tear on the mind. Some people eat. Some people drink. Some people practice meditation. I discovered this weekend, for sure, what I probably knew all along this year, I stitch.

Remember at the end of last month, when the last cross-stitch was finished? I wasn't going to pick up another project until January 1st. December was about taking stock, sitting back and relaxing and NOT stitching. I have mountains of books and a smaller stack of magazines to read. I was going to read the magazines, get them recycled so the only ones on the ottoman were the current issues. I did read 5 magazines over the past 4 days. I picked up a book, started it and realized, after a time, that I'd read the 3rd page three times. My mind wasn't interested in reading. It was interested in financial doomsday scenarios. (Memo to self: Saturday afternoon PBS hours are filled with Suze Orman. Not a good thing.)

"You can skip breakfast on weekends to make the ends meet. They can't, by law, stop your utilities, so you don't have to pay them if you need the money." My mind raced on ahead of my reality. There's a great line from The Simpson's which would pop up the minute the doom and gloom voice would start in. "Shut up brain, or I'll poke you with a Q tip," says Homer Simpson. All it took was one paragraph of, "And in order to further the goal of [insert cause], we need your help" and my brain was off to the races.

In order to calm down and enjoy the weekend, I spent Saturday morning cleaning the area of the basement below the bathroom plumbing. When that was done, I wandered over to the chest of drawers where I keep my sewing patterns and crafting supplies. There are a bunch of kits in one of the drawers so I started going through them. One caught my eye. I could do this.

I discovered, as I started in on the first color, that cross-stitch is my preferred method of relaxation. It was reasonably simple to throw my energies and my brain into the x's and graphs and colors of a new project. As much as I love to read, it wasn't enough to keep me from setting down the book and pondering the future. Here, I have to look at the grid, look at the colors and then look at the fabric. I found the stress slid away. There really isn't anything I can do about the money troubles I face other than do what I can when they surface. Sitting in the recliner on a Saturday night complaining to the world won't solve them either. Putting that energy into something, that does work.

It sort of snowballs then. I turned on the TV or popped in a DvD and just stitched. I don't know who gave me this kit. It was something they had opened and prepared but never got past step 1. I think I see why.

The first flower I chose to do was the purple one. You are given two colors of purple, a light and a medium purple, no dark purple. The colored graph clearly shows dark purple as part of the design, but that's not a color in the batch you're given. In fact, it's not even listed on the color chart. There is a maroon shown but not a dark purple, where it's clearly shown on the chart.

The kit was bought at a discount. Originally $30, there is a sticker on it for $10. I'm sure that's the price the person who bought this paid. I have no idea how old this is either as I haven't seen it for sale on any of my crafting supplies sites. Whoever bought this must have tried to start this, looked at the problem and then decided it wasn't something they wanted to deal with. My late mother-in-law did some stitching so I wonder if I got it from her during one of her house cleanings.

Never fear. I, who have boxes of DMC floss also have a sewing basket full of floss bits.


This is my original sewing basket. I believe my mother's father gave this to me when I was, perhaps, 9 or 10. I use it now to keep my cross-stitching needles in the underside of the lid, which is a large pin cushion. It also contains non-DMC floss in plastic bags organized by color. I simply went through the bags to find the purple and, viola, I happened to have a dark purple of indeterminate origin that fit the bill perfectly. I have just enough of the dark purple on hand to do this project and whatever is left from this will go into these bags.

Sometimes, however, I look at these bags and think I should find something to use this stuff up. I gravitate towards DMC colors, the numbers and those kinds of charted designs and I rarely delve into this basket for floss. What would I use the basket for if it didn't contain remnants of past projects? Who knows.

So, I'm off stitching again. There is a vast wasteland on TV during the afternoon hours and I don't rightly care for the offerings in the evening, either. I want my computer back. In the meantime, I know exactly who is going to get this NEXT Christmas and I feel my stress melt away with each stitch.

Beverage:  Water

Deb

Bah Humbug Indeed

You will have to excuse me if my feelings for this particular time of year are slightly skewed to the negative. It has been quite the weekend.

The bathroom plumbing went from draining to thinking about draining over the course of November. I did do the whole Draino bit but that didn't seem to alleviate the problem. On the 2nd, I took a shower in preparation for the office Christmas dinner and it seemed the "thinking about draining" had gone to "Oooh shiny! You want me to do what now?" I grabbed the plunger and plunged away and heard, coming from the basement, dripdripdripdripdripdrip.

Cripes. There was a leak. It seemed to be at the joint where the tub meets the plumbing. Just what I need.

The boss was gone all of last week; meetings and sales calls and all sorts of things; so my ability to take time off to deal with the bathroom was limited. I washed up in the kitchen, late at night, under the cover of darkness, washing one half of my body one day and the other half another day. You read the post about that. Finally, I said, no more. This is kind of a quality of life issue here. When you can't even use your sink because it backs up into the tub, it's gotta be fixed. So, last Friday, I made the appointment for the plumber to come on Monday. I have the days off that I can use and my boss said I really need to take them. I took the whole day.

I go home on Friday and decide I will relax by playing WOW. The Mac won't boot up. Frantic text messages with friends seemed to determine that my hard drive is dying a very slow death. It chose Friday to stop working properly, would not boot up at all.

I sat in my recliner and just cried. I try, I really do, to provide for myself, to save for the rainy days that come up. I had just stuff a bunch of cash into my meager savings account. I was feeling very proud of myself. Poof. It's gone. Karma is making sure I don't feel too smug? I promise I wasn't. I was just feeling good about being able to have that little extra. (sigh)

So, the weekend was filled with cleaning, sorting, crafting, watching TV and worrying...and worrying. I kept telling myself there was nothing I could do about the situation. It is what it is and worrying or fretting about things won't make it any better. There goes the trip to Iowa, assuming I could have the girls cared for. The money I would have used for gas has gone down the drain, figuratively. I'm going to need cat food before the paycheck comes. If it's a choice between gas and groceries, well, you can guess which one I'm going to choose.

Gratitude. Gratitude. Gratitude.

If ever there was a time when I needed to practice gratitude, this is it. I have a house and heat and food and things to do that don't involve the Internet. I can come into the office and do my banking and clean out my email during the weekend, if I feel the need. It's not like I'm completely cut off. After the plumber left on Monday, I finished cleaning the kitchen and sweeping the bathroom and kitchen floors. I can now wash them. There was much good accomplished yesterday. The girls are thrilled that I'm in the living room and not in the office. Man, TV is really a vast wasteland and I've not missed anything great, although that PBS special on racoons was very interesting.

Gratitude.

It's tough to see beyond the dollar signs going out your door. It's tough to not fall into the "Oh woe is me" trap. This is just a temporary blip in life. Yeah, I sometimes feel like all I do is go from pothole to pothole but it's okay. I'll make it through.

Beverage:  water

Deb

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Simple Things

Meredith's been falling all over herself because she didn't realize when my birthday was. I kept telling her that I needed nothing other than her friendship. We've been going back and forth on this since she asked, no, demanded, a Christmas list. I refused, at first, but she's persistent. I finally gave in.

A Christmas list, see, is just a collection of things from which the giver can choose one or two items that they know the recipient will like. If they put M&M's on their list, you can be fairly certain they will like whatever kind you get. If they put peanut M&M's, that generally means, they place high value on those but you possibly could get them the peanut butter ones.

I was floored when she said, "Now don't get mad at me, but I got a lot off your list so don't give that to anyone else." Wait...what? You're not supposed to get the entire list. So, we "argued" about that in a good-natured back and forth conversation. The above right are my birthday presents; stickers and another sleep shirt. (It's soooo incredibly soft. I'm sure I sleep better in this than in the scratchy 20 year-old cubs jersey thing I still have.) I didn't care if she sent anything for my birthday. Honestly, her friendship means the world to me. But she wanted to do this and she said something that really struck a chord with me as I wandered the online pages of retailers looking for just "the" gift for someone.

I've had the "You don't have to get me anything" conversation with, I can't tell you how many friends this year. The statement is said with the best of intentions. The giver doesn't have a whole lot of money or time and you don't wish them to feel compelled to provide a gift. There's too much of the 'I want it now' in a consumer society anyway but I seem to have surrounded myself with people who think like I do. I'm good, really I am, and I don't WANT anything but your friendship. Still ...

I thought about the comment Meredith made when I said she didn't have to get me anything. Two days later, I had the same conversation with another friend, only I am the purchaser and he is the recipient. I decided to expand on her idea and here's what I wrote him:
See, we're supposedly friends and because of that, friends sometimes get things for their friends just because they have a friendship. They don't expect reciprocation. They just do it.

Now, I know how this works because I have this thing called a "birthday" upcoming in a few days. I'm going to be 39, again. I have these friends who badgered me for two weeks, TWO WEEKS, to give them a list of things I'd like for my birthday. I kept telling them the same thing you told me. "You really don't need to get me anything. Your friendship is more than enough for me." That didn't fly; did not fly.

Every time I logged onto the game or into FB, there was another letter or message. "I need your list. I need your list." I finally gave in and sent each one a list. Nothing was over $20 unless they got me the deluxe edition of the movies I mentioned. Each list was 85% different. There are some things, like peanut M&M's and sitckers that I'll take in abundance.

Well, I found out, on Monday, that each person had purchased almost everything on the list!!!!!! THAT'S NOT WHAT A LIST IS FOR!!!! You pick a couple items. Nope. They went out and bought almost everything on the list.

I don't feel like I deserve this kindness, but, you know what? They are doing it because they want to. They value my friendship. I can't reciprocate under any terms this year, but they don't care. My friendship and, I guess by extension, me, mean that much to them that they did this for me.

So, I got you something because I saw it and it's totally silly and cheap and you, of all people, will totally get the reason why I'm giving it to you for Christmas. I'm doing this not because you'll send me anything but because we are friends, at least, I hope we are. I know I didn't have to get you anything, but I'm hoping once you get it, it will make you smile and even laugh.

This is what friends do.

I have to admit, these two friends are right. Friends do things because they are friends. Instead of arguing and saying that I don't deserve such kindnesses, my comment should be, "Thank you. I appreciate this more than you know", which is the god's honest truth. I am truly blessed to have friends who care enough to do things. I hope you think of me in the same fashion.
Friends do things because they are friends. It's a really simple concept, if you think about it. A good friendship goes back and forth like this for the rest of the friends' lives. One year, you're the giver. The next year, you're the recipient. Simple.

Friends also teach you things you really should have learned long ago. Thanks, Meredith.

Beverage:  Rooibos tea

Deb