50 weeks! I’ve walked every day of 50 weeks and that means the year is almost to a close. I can’t believe it.
Lots of late walks this week for reasons I can’t now recall. Knowing me, procrastination and poor time management played a part. As the year draws to a close, I’m wondering what I will do next year, or if I will just take a break from schedules and projects. It’s not likely. The truth is, I’m a project/task person. I do well with assignments and to-do lists and flounder when I don’t have direction or goals.
I won’t give up my daily walks, that much I know. I’m afraid, though, that if I don’t photograph them or have some sort of accountability then I’ll start skipping days.
One of the ideas I’m considering is an updated William Morris Project. My Little Things month in October went well. I finally did all those little things that make such a big difference, rather than focusing on the big tasks like I was in the past. This idea is, in part, inspired by a link Rebecca sent to me over the weekend called Eight Things You Can Live Without.
Well. We’ll see. I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m going to do, but I haven’t ironed out the logistics. I definitely won’t post daily or even 5 days per week on decluttering/simple living. I know myself, and I could never, ever in a million years write about the same thing day after day after day. I mean, look at today’s post. It was supposed to be about my walks!
Today is my first day in the library after decorating it for Christmas. I can’t wait to hear what the kids think.
Last week was supposed to be vacation? Mikey did a book report the entire week, and as much as I hate to dampen his creativity and expansive ideas, next time the kid’s drawing a picture and calling it a day. For five of those days, we had my father in-law staying with us. No problem, except I don’t think a person flies across the country to watch someone do homework. And when my sister in-law arrived at the end of the week: major, major migraine. I missed most of her time here…and my birthday.
Despite this, Thanksgiving was great. I had a breakfast with my mom and brother. I made a quiche and cinnamon rolls, both of which were delicious. (Maybe not the cinnamon rolls, but I’m not a fan of cinnamon rolls. They were for the Mister, a Super Fan.) There was absolutely no drama. It was calm and relaxing and fun. The boys played football with their uncle. My mom cleaned the kitchen. The Mister and I put up Christmas decorations. Thanksgiving brunch may become a new tradition around here.
Whoa! The weather changed. On Monday I was out walking in a pair of short sweats and a t-shirt. On Tuesday I put on my long pants. On Wednesday I wore my pants and long sleeves. On Thursday I walked in the pouring rain. The rain just never let up. I went out mid-day so I would at least have some light. On Friday I took stock of the damage from Thursday’s storm. That fallen tree branch gave me pause. I knew it was bad, but I didn’t think it was that bad. Saturday and Sunday were great. Sweatshirt weather, but not terribly cold. I probably could have done without the sweatshirt, but I can toss my iphone in the pocket. Convenient!
Some comments from Instagram:
That 2nd picture is of a plastic Santa’s belly. Ho, Ho, Ho! Christmas is almost here.
I really like those pink hedge flowers in the 3rd picture. I’ve never seen anything like them before and don’t know what they’re called.
As for the loan black shoe in the 6th picture, am I the only one who sees one shoe in the road and immediately thinks serial killer or kidnapping?
Song of the Week
Restless Heart – Matt Hires
There is an older man on my street who at one point was very tall, perhaps 6’3″ or 6’4″. Now, with age and a stoop and a shuffle, he’s about 6′, which means he still towers over me. He walks every evening. I walked late the last week, so I saw him around the neighborhood. I’ve seen him all year off and on, but this week there was no denying we were on the same schedule. I was walking behind him on my way home (we live four houses apart) when I realized how tall he is. I’ve never been so close to him before.
“I’m not as fast as I used to be,” he said over his shoulder. “Feel free to pass me up.”
“I’m not in any hurry.”
I made it to my driveway and was aware of that awkward moment where two people who see each other all the time but don’t really know each other are about to part ways. I debated it for a second before I turned around and said, “Okay, see you tomorrow!”
He smiled and said, “Same time, same station.”
I’m trying to get back into the habit of blogging again. My NaNoWriMo project is going terribly! I think I made a mistake deciding to just focus on that and not NaNoWriMo and blogging because by stopping my writing here I seem to have shut off a creativity faucet. I stopped the closest thing I had to a daily writing practice. Fail! Oh well, live and learn.
Nico was sick this week, but not so sick that he couldn’t make 3,000 paper airplanes and shoot them all over the house. I told him to find something else to do, so he decided to make a toddler sized vampire. We call him Count Flatula in honor of Flat Stanley.
I responded to the comments from yesterday’s post after spending all day long at a 1st grade field trip. I am many things, but I am not a field trip mom. I can spend hours with kids grade 1st-7th several days per week, but put me with a few moms for one day and I come home drained of all energy.
I made a craft for the 5th graders. If they like it, I’ll share it here. If they don’t and think I’m a total old lady dork, we’ll pretend I never mentioned it, okay?