Arbitrary thoughts

Sometimes I get sucked into an argument I don’t want to have.

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What are YOU waiting for?

We’ve all been through this – bad relationships, horrible jobs, toxic friends – and yet sometimes we hang on for all the wrong reasons.

What does it take to leave something that clearly makes you miserable?

Why do we wait to make the changes we desire? Well, a good first step is to ask yourself that question even though the answers are not simple.

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Fidget toys for children with anxiety

Yesterday, when I left for a shopping trip, there was an Amazon package on the front step. I picked it up without looking who it was for and put it on the dining room table. I knew it wasn’t for me, I rarely shop at Amazon. I figured it was for one of the men.

When I got home the package was still on the table, unopened. I thought, it must be for my daughter. Sure enough, when she arrived home from school and upon completion of the puppy-mauling-attack, she opened her package and took out the following items:

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You better be good, Monday

I returned to my house and family yesterday afternoon and went to bed at 6:00 o’clock. I woke up the next morning a quarter after 8:00 a.m. Frankly, that’s too much sleep.

I did not sleep well. The pain in my neck and shoulder is still here, although not as bad as it was before, but I’m getting fed up now. I canceled the last two massages but I will go on Wednesday because I think part of the problem is my back is really tight. I will continue to stretch, maybe up the time a little bit, and hope I can finally get rid of that pinched nerve or whatever is challenging me. If by April things haven’t improved significantly I’m going to book a physio session.

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The struggle is real

Sometimes I really struggle with this on-again-off-again part-time parenting I do these days. I mean, I’m still parenting from afar, I’m just not living in the house full-time.

Sorry. I should explain a bit of background for those who are new to my blog. (Welcome! I see quite a few new followers!)

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A ramble about the weekend

I had a relapse last night. And by relapse I mean several things, but especially my neck and spine injury which I managed to aggravate somehow just as I was feeling better. 😟

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Less is more

This has been my mantra for so long, I don’t even remember when I first came up with the idea.

One thing is true though: my attempts to keep my life simple (or simpler) are complicated by the fact that I live with a growing family in a small, urban bungalow. Some of these family members are packrats and/or shoppers and/or attached to things for reasons that elude me and this has been a main source of my deteriorating mental health (and sanity) since the day we stepped into this house. Which, ironically, was before the kids arrived, but after the death of a parent and an unhealthy attachment to things like furniture which was neither practical nor fit into this, my (our) small house.

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Boots, selfies, and some link-love

There was a day last week when I told my partner that we needed to get out of the house so I could wear my new boots.

He said ‘it would be so nice to go out for dinner”.

We haven’t been out to eat since before covid and even then, it was usually at a sports bar after a kid’s hockey game.

I don’t typically wear those boots to the rink… sigh.

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Life lessons: sketching nude models (part 2)

This post is the second part of a story I recalled while walking down memory lane. It involves a life drawing class with nude models. It may interest you to read part 1 first, and I would highly encourage you to read the comments, as well.

Given the interesting events of the first nude model drawling class, and the subsequent attention from a male student in a dorm, I spent the rest of my week fretting.

Partly I was intrigued about the the philosopher student’s offer to pose nude for me in the name of ‘practicing’ my sketching. But it was weird; he was a few years older, and he had a fiancée I had never even seen in the dorm.

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