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My weekends are often very busy so when I get one that isn’t, it’s a miracle. Or it feels miraculous. I’m not entirely clear on which one and I don’t suppose it matters much at all. I do know that they are incredibly healing for me. I sleep as much as I want. I get to the gym. My shoulders come to a normal range as I pursue some of my hobbies. Just me and the dog makes the house quiet.

This is especially good after I’ve taken my dog and pony show on the road for a week. I train several people on software and do lunches and smile pretty and joke endlessly. I’m on display for 2-3 days with no downtime except at night. I really look forward to the post work vegitude in my room with no one to nay say my tube choices. Sometimes that is all I can manage. I will say I never choose reality tv despite it being the guilty pleasure for some. It makes me crazy to see people behave that way. I’ll get off my reality tv soap box now.

My free weekends are in the shape of an arc metaphorically speaking. Beginning with Friday night where my energy is typically low, I might do some light cleaning and laundry to avoid having my entire Saturday morning buried under a load of chores. The point of this is to get in as much free time activity as possible. Knitting, spinning and weaving are tops. Cooking comes in a distant fourth these days owing mostly to no one being in the house but me. Last night I went to the gym, knitted a little, worked on the grand nephew warp some and then made a nice dinner for myself. The last due in large part to chicken already being purchased and needing only a defrosting, and to the lack of home cooked meals in the previous 4 days. I’m not a picky eater, but I do eat a lot of fruits and veggies which is different than most on the road meals.

Today I will head out to yoga as I promised myself I’d do last month. It will be the terminus of the arc I’ve made this weekend from low energy to recovered energy to sadness that the weekend respite is over and I must adjust to the demands of my work schedule. No brakes until Christmas.

There is the odd and wonderful feeling that comes at the height of the weekend between Saturday afternoon and Sunday morning. Almost a feeling of weightlessness. My spirits are lifted. I’m usually humming to myself and nothing feels like a crushing bore or weight. A heat pack for my shoulders isn’t required clothing. I feel much like a flower whose stem has been trimmed and placed into a glass of water. Revived, head up to face the sun.

May we all take the time to trim our stems and jump into a fresh bit of water through out the next three weeks.

May the arc be with you.

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It’s that time of year again. The time where I feel a bit more overwhelmed than usual. There is a difference though. Instead of mercilessly pushing myself to keep up, I’m drawing a line in the sand for myself and staying on the saner, quieter side. This does not mean I’m missing out on anything. I’m just giving myself lots of introvert schedule padding to keep me from becoming a live action installment of Edvard Munch’s The Scream. So far so good. No meltdowns.

I’m re-examining the budget again. I’ve had a fun year of traveling and doing fun things and buying cool stuff while my kids were out of the house. Surprisingly having a little extra money means that I can indulge myself in some good stuff and some silly stuff. But once again I feel like I’m filling any momentary lack of feeling good with STUFF. It may be high quality stuff, but it’s still stuff.

I’m going to try again from Jan 1 on to only replace broken things and worn out stuff. Worn out stuff includes that jacket I bought 15 years ago which isn’t what I wanted/needed and has the delightful added benefit of making me feel like I want to flay myself alive because it itches. But it was on SALE if you must know.

It will also include me going to sell a few items on Craigslist. While that terrifies me, I really need to.

I want to get back to yoga. Write something on the blog weekly. And, get my closet in order with things that fit, look good and don’t itch me.

I also want to have a massage once a month to reduce my back pain even more.

I want to actually learn how to play the ukulele.

Keep my workouts to 5 or 6 times weekly.

There you have it. The beginnings of a plan to make life simple, healthy and sweet.

Also. If a really big rock fell on my neighbors RV. I would not be sad.

There isn’t anything in a girls closet that is quite as satisfying as a good pair of boots. Except for maybe jeans that fit well, a good coat, well you get the idea. For a long time now I’ve been good at shopping for things that fit, don’t ride up, last longer than one season and are age appropriate. It’s a tall order for sure. I have a good pair of brown boots. I also have lots of black clothes and the whole dilemma of brown and black worn together seems so trite. Still, I’m not sure if it’s a fashion do or don’t.

Why does this matter when the impending disaster of Sarah Palin running for Prez in 2010 looms large (I tell you that woman scares the crap out of me). It matters because I was attempting to score a pair of black boots before I go into self imposed austerity mode next year. I’d like to be more helpful with college for my kids. I’d like to visit Spain when oldest daughter does her time abroad. I’d like to pay down the Prius debt and do a little traveling myself.

These are not things that can be done (by me anyway) when you are spending money on clothes and lattes. OK I don’t typically buy a latte, usually tea, and a scone.

I think I can do this well. I think.

I shopped for black boots at Macy’s yesterday and everything I liked was out of my size. Sadly the black boots may have to wait for awhile. Still sorting out in my head how the austerity measures should work. Me and the European Union.

I made quince bread yesterday, from a recipe that required nearly 2 1/2 hours of baking between roasting the quince and actual baking time. Don’t forget the full cup of oil required. It’s lovely stuff. You just need to be very careful how much you eat. It has fresh rosemary and lemon zest in it. And corn meal. And a LOT of oil.

I think I’ll go toast a little for tea.

I haven’t had much time to sit at a desktop computer and type these days. I’ve begun participating in new things. Some of them are new to me, some of them are returnees from a prior life.

Two returnees are acupuncture and going to the gym. I set myself a goal to not eat any candy for this month. Halloween month. Yes I am a sadist to myself I know. It seemed a good way to prepare for November and December and lets be honest January. January, when everyone cleans out their left over candy and brings it to work to get rid of. My energy had been so low, and candy was the occasional pick me up – that lasted for 30 minutes

So far so good. No candy since the last of September. I don’t miss it

I also decided to up my exercise quotient to 90 minutes per day. Not 30 and change. Mostly because 30 minutes and change and candy equaled a middle section that hung over my pants. Making pants wearing no fun at all. I wear pants a lot. I think you get where I am going with this.

So far so good, much exercise has been done.

I’ve kept up with my promise not to buy any new yarn (except the skein I bought at my friend Cindy’s shop Urban Fiber Arts. It’s just opened (about the time I quit candy) and it’s awesome, you should go there.

Now I’m feeling a new desire coming on, and it means truly living within my means. It means not buying anything new for a year unless something old breaks. It may just save my financial bacon, it may just drive Marc the Wonder Sweetie crazy. It may just be the hardest thing I’ve ever done, because I love shopping for clothes and yarn. Those two things make me sooper dooper happy. But I’m starting to see a trend. I’m shopping for clothes in the hopes of looking younger and that’s just not possible. I’d have to get myself on Extreme Makeover, Middle Aged lady edition.

So between now and December 31 I have some decisions to make. I think I can still have fun, but it will be up to others to save the USA of a by shopping.

I’m going to finish up this batch of seitan I’m making. Go to the gym, and then come home and make more granola.