Not the red and white striped LLBean top.
But an Irish cotton shirt (J. Peterman), pale red, worn, soft, patched and loved. Missing for quite a few years. Found on a hanger in my closet as I was holding up items and seeing if they "sparked joy". There was the shirt. Missing for over 10 years I think.
And I reached for it. Touched it to make sure it was real. Ran my hands over the surface of it, the patched areas I had stitched. And I placed it in the exact center of the closet.
So I can check to see if it's still there every time I open the doors. Strange but true.
At Goodwill, after dinner, we dropped off the bag of sparkless shirts I had removed from the closet and I found and purchased a moss green and navy LLBean stripe top just like the red and white one I can't find. I had looked at it on several visits and said no. Tonight I said yes and it just felt "right". It sparked joy.
There are moments in my life when it seems like I am learning lessons the hard way. Never quite understanding the meaning or significance of things that happen. Not seeing what is right there in front of me. Searching for something I don't really need anymore. Finding things I thought I had lost long ago.
Lost & found.
Letting go. Saying yes.
Thursday, December 08, 2016
Thursday. Day off. Day I usually walk with my walking buddy. But we aren't . She says it's too cold. So I did a bit of trimming on the bottom of the tree. Now I can see the stand. A new, sturdy one. No danger of the tree tipping over like last year--when I had to tie it to the fireplace wall--with garden tomato ties.
Today we are (I am) going to put the tiny white lights on the tree and make "magic" happen. Turn a normal green evergreen tree into a Christmas Tree.
I've gotten two Christmas Cards already. Four if we count the card from our investment banker and the newspaper delivery person. I am "on the fence" regarding a handmade card. I found a beautiful commercial card and really want to send it out. Need to decide.
I also have to move my little sewing workshop over to the couch in front of the television. So I can watch and stitch my little bees and my little snowmen. I am on the fence regarding the buttons on the snowman. Do I want cutesie hearts or just normal mismatched black buttons. Most of my childhood snowmen had rocks for buttons. I put these little things on the tops of gifts--instead of bows.
My amaryllis collection (rather like a box of mistakes and throw aways) is now potted up. I'll have flowers in February but that's okay with me. Some of these overwatered mistakes have no roots others(saved last year) have huge roots thanks to my letting them summer in the vegetable garden. I am giving them a second chance at "life". I am not allowed to put up signs at work that say "don't water these". So they get watered. And watered. And watered. And on the three days I work, I repot them in dry soil. I'm just doing it to make myself feel better. Some--the ones that are rootless and squishy-- are gifts to my compost pile.
Today is the Dawn of a New Dietary Rule. Drum Roll, Please.
Two hours between the ingesting of any new food and the food before. So I had breakfast toast. Waited 2 hours for reflux--none (safe). Then I had Noosa honey yogurt. Waited 2 hours. No reflux. (safe) Then (just now) I had a square of Spelt Corn Bread. Waiting....... Yesterday I had the same line up without waiting periods. ONLY I had Split Pea Soup with the corn bread and there wasn't 2 hours between foods.. Wicked bad reflux. Like battery acid. At this point in time my money is on the split pea soup being the problem. But it's early to call the Spelt Corn Bread a winner unless I want to have to do a recount. I set my oven timer so the two hour wait is accurate.
G is taking me to a Cooking Store today to select my Christmas Presents from him. That way I get exactly what I want. He says if I wait much longer to go to the store--they won't have what I want and he'll have to back order it and--well, then I get my gift in February like last year (no where near Valentines Day, either).
I went thru the closet again. The red stripe top is still missing. I held up clothing and asked "does this spark joy?" and now have a big bag to drop off at Goodwill. Yes, I have THAT book.
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
At least all of mine do. Yesterday, before going off the work--a white knuckle drive in the first snow of the season--I assembled Split Pea Soup in the old crockpot. Not the new one. The older models always seem to work better than the new replacements.
The recipe off the internet mentioned 8 to 10 hours. Eight if you like your split peas "al dente" I guess. So, I returned my bowl of soup to the cooker, added ½ cup more water and waited 2 hours. Perfect @10 hours, but by then I had eaten something else and instead packed up my soup in jars.
Now, after writing this--I will go looking for another recipe to make in my crockpot--using what I have here in the house. Have rice, frozen artichoke hearts, frozen red peppers, onions, celery, some small red skinned potatoes and a very large butternut squash. Black beans are also available--Black bean bisque is always nice. I also have everything wheat free to make tuna casserole. Only need potato chips. I used to love lentil soup. Ate it all the time. Now it bothers me with acid reflux. What is going on????
I have been needing 2 or 3 Benadryl a day (so far) to get thru a day without sneezing or having a running nose. Also the allergy eye drops so I don't rub my eyes when they itch.
I have to go into the attic to get my winter boots. Yesterday's walk to the car equalled cold wet socks. I had on crocs. Crocs have holes in them. Holes that fill up with snow.
I also have to solve a mystery. On Monday I went thru my long sleeve shirt drawer and removed a small stack of shirts that "do not spark joy" and gifted them to a young mother who has just returned to work. We worked together 10 years ago. She didn't have clothing suitable for Winter. Now she does. I allowed her to hug me but refused the kiss.
Now the mystery. While sorting the drawer, I actually remember two red striped LLBean tops. Now I only have one. The young woman doesn't have it. I have searched and searched. A co-worker says she couldn't find a pillow case. Searched the drawer way too many times--no luck. Then tried again a day later and it was on top of the pile. This morning I opened the shirt drawer--wasn't on top. I then sorted through the corduroy pants pile. Not there either. I will look upstairs. See if the top managed to get all the way up there.
I've stopped watching PBS News Hour. It's too much stuff to have to worry about. I have also stopped reading the first section of the newspapers (other than the headlines) and stopped watching--even for a few moments--the cable news channels. News overload and I can do nothing to change any of it, it would seem.
Saturday, December 03, 2016
I work for a family owned business. We do nice things for customers. Repotting your new plant into a new pot or the old one you brought with you. Standing up 12,000 trees until you find the "perfect" one. Drawing a diagram of the layers in a terrarium for someone making a tiny fairy garden for some sweet little girl. Filling the little 12 inch window box you place on top of the mailbox--seasonally. Today it was greens, pinecones and berries. How many years have you been coming in to us for the filling? Is it 5 or 10?
I made the Spelt Rolls. The recipe was vegan but I am not so I used regular white sugar. They are fluffy. Look exactly like regular dinner rolls. Spelt has gluten but is not wheat. They tasted funny. And I got indigestion. But it went away after I ate white rice and peas. I had two more with butter with my lunch salad today. No indigestion.
G came to pick up the tree I picked out. It was awful. So we looked at trees to replace it. We finally picked one out. It's here at home and it's too small, too narrow and there are no spaces for ornaments. It's a lights only tree. We may return it. But there is nothing else to buy. It has a nice little shape. But it doesn't touch the ceiling. I like the tree to touch the ceiling. This is such a disappointment that I am near tears typing this. The ONLY part of Christmas I love is the tree. I love it so much I don't take it down until January. I would leave it up longer but G doesn't love the tree as much as I do.
I am very tired. Reading Nevada Barr's Boar Island. One quarter in and it's dull. Even boring. The characters are impossible to be interested in. And it's set in Maine. I should be tickled by all the "Maine-er-isms".
I read Woman in Cabin 10. But first I read the author's first book. In The Deep Dark Woods or something like that. That first book was fantastic. The Woman In Cabin 10? Not so much. Needed a really good proof reader and some re-writes. This is what happens when a new author puts out a really great first book. The book company rushes to print book two--to make sales. And the book isn't ready--it still needs work. Now the author will have trouble getting anyone to read book three (if and when she writes it)