Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Promises, promises

Well, I didn't really promise you anything, so it's not like I broke one. But yesterday I did say I was going to walk AND clean AND mop.

Guess which one I didn't do?

My floors are sparkling, though!

Every time I do this major cleaning job – most of the floors in my house are laminate or tile – I say I'm going to keep up with daily maintenance. It takes less than 20 minutes to run a dust mop and maybe five more to use the carpet sweeper on the little area rugs in the entry way and in front of the sink.

That's 25 minutes I could be playing Dots. Heh.

I'm really going to try this time. Waiting until it's just too awful to live with isn't working for me. Discipline! Resolve! Commitment!

More major cleaning on the agenda today, but not as major as an acre of flooring. (I exaggerate slightly.) I haven't walked in three days, so I will promise to get one in today. We have another nice, cool day in store. As I said yesterday, it would be a shame to waste this weather staying indoors.

Film at 11. Or maybe 9. While Gingerzingi got a good night's sleep last night, mine was disrupted and fitful. I also went to bed at 9, but was still semi-awake at midnight and wide awake at 5 a.m. So film at 11 is doubtful.

And that's what's up here in the Middle of Nowhere. Have a good day, y'all.

Monday, July 28, 2014

The storm that wasn't

I'm absolutely not complaining. Let me get that out of the way right off the bat.

The weather forecast yesterday morning was dire, indeed. Big storms headed our way from the west, with high winds and lots of thunder, lightning and rain.

Boy, do we need the rain.

We did get a little, half an inch fairly early in the day. And then we waited and prepped and watched the skies. They got lighter. And clearer. The sun popped out. And the mountains to our west literally diverted those storms around us. Some went south, while others went north. We remained in the clear, despite my vessels of water and extra thermos of coffee and five loads of laundry DONE.

I'm really grateful we didn't get hit.

But we could have used a little more rain.

I experimented with dinner a bit, and I'm paying for it. A meal of ground beef with vegetables and rice has my right hip aching again, a pain I haven't had in a very long time. I can attribute it to nothing else but food.

Lesson learned.

My big physical activity yesterday (hah!) was finally pulling out the rest of the volunteer dill plants littering the front flower beds. Even with all the weeds crowding in there, it looks a zillion times better than it did when five-foot tall stalks of dill were obstructing the view.
I don't even like dill. I planted a little bit four years ago so I could add a lovely head of dill to each beautiful jar of pickles I canned that year. That's all I ever use it for. But dill self-seeds like crazy, and you never know where it's going to pop up. Or when. I haven't planted any new dill in four years.

And this is half of this year's harvest. I pulled the other half a couple weeks ago.
Today I will be walking and vacuuming and mopping, I hope. Seems like lately when I take a long walk I'm not much good for anything else, and when I do anything else strenuous or time-consuming I don't walk. But it's going to be a delightful day outside, one I don't want to waste. I guess I'll suck it up and ENJOY!

Saturday, July 26, 2014

I've been purging

No, not that kind of purging.

I've been on a cleaning-and-getting-rid-of-stuff kick lately, which has been as good for my soul as it's been for my cluttered home.

When I was working as a graphic designer in Ohio, I had quite a library of technique and idea books. Color theory, type design, writing ad copy, layout ideas – you name it, I bought it. I didn't go to design school and the only graphic class I took in the two years of college I attended was learning to run a printing press.

And oh, what fun that was!

So I bought the books to teach myself, and I think I was a pretty valuable employee, eventually working my way up to the position of Senior Ad Designer for a chain of central Ohio newspapers.

I left Columbus more than 17 years ago. My freelance graphic design career here in southern West Virginia has included some paying customers, but nearly everything I do now is voluntary. I've managed to keep up with the technology without spending a ton of money on software or hardware – which is the distinct advantage of working for a company!

All of that to say that I'm getting rid of those beloved design books which relied on handset type and hand-drawn roughs and wax and masks and ruling pens, oh my. Computers revolutionized ad design; my books might find a market at the library's book sale this fall as curiosities. So this is how they used to do that! Nowadays it's click-drag-DONE!

I donated a bunch of knitting books to last year's sale, but I still have more than I need. The internet has transformed the world of knitting as much as computers transformed graphic design. Need a pattern? A Google search turns up thousands, some free, some for sale, all professional formatted and most with multiple photos to illustrate both technique and finished product.

Yes, the minimalist movement has made it to the Middle of Nowhere.

The goal is to eventually remove a wall of bookshelves in the bedroom and store all the books we truly want to keep on built-ins in the living room. If we were truly minimalist, we'd get along with e-books, I suppose, but there are printed volumes I'll never (I say now) be able to get rid of.

Who knows, though. Maybe the more stuff I release into the world, the lighter and happier I'll be. Someday you'll find me in a hammock with a Kindle, spending my time soaking up knowledge or being entertained by a fantastic piece of fiction (The Goldfinch qualifies) rather than rearranging shelves of unread tomes.

Hmmm. Maybe I could put the feather duster in that box, too. Less dusting = more time for reading!

Friday, July 25, 2014

July 25 - Home

I'm reluctant to post major identifiers when dealing with prompts like today's.
Thus the obscure distance shot, which anyone who knows me personally can find.
But hopefully no bad guys. Heh.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

July 24 - Water

A little water fell from the sky. But very little. Looks like major rain coming in Sunday, though.

July 23 - Macro

X-treme Hershey close-up!

July 22 - I wore this

Bought two pairs of Merrells while I was in Ohio. They fit like they were
custom-made for me, and the price was too good not to double up.

July 16 - Listening to …

the breeze in the trees.

July 14 – Old School

It's been so long since I uploaded a photo post I forgot the routine I use!
Anyway … these are as old school as it gets around here.

Wednesday, July 23, 2014

Well, THAT was fun!

I haven't been back to my hometown in many years. Wilmington, Ohio, is not where I was born, nor where I went to my early grade-school years. I moved there when I was 10, and graduated from high school there in 1969.

Forty-five years ago.

And my, my, how it's changed from the last time I was there.

Six rooms and one bath were all my family of five needed when 
I was growing up. I used to climb the maple tree in the front yard 
with an armload of books in the summer and read all day.
The library and high school are much, much larger, and one elementary school is completely gone, transformed into a park. It had the best sledding hill in town when I was a child, and was within walking distance of the house where I grew up.

Downtown has been spruced up while chain stores and fast-food joints ring the perimeter of the city. Wilmington College's campus is just as lovely as it's always been, an oasis of green grass and stately old trees, right before the commercial sprawl begins.

My classmates gathered on both Friday and Saturday evenings, and I was so happy to see old friends again. The differences in background and social standing fall away as we get older. All those things which separated us decades ago are distilled into one fact: We grew up in Wilmington. We graduated high school in 1969. We made it back to remember, catch up and, hopefully, stay in touch.

I got lots of compliments on how I haven't changed. My friends are so polite! We've all changed, a lot, but I was grateful for their kind words and name tags helped a lot.
Me, 1969 and 2014. BIG difference!
I'm so glad I went. It's a long drive from southern West Virginia to southwest Ohio, but it was so worth the effort. There's talk of planning an annual event from now on, and I'd certainly love to go if that happens. The reunion committee did a wonderful job. I can't thank them enough for creating more great memories.

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Forty-five years

So how is it that I've been out of high school for 45 years now? I don't feel that old, believe me.

Well, most of the time anyway. Heh. I hurt my back earlier in the week and, yes, lower back pain does kinda make you feel old … er. [It also keeps you immobile. I managed to get three miles in yesterday and hope to get four in today, but this will be a very light walking week, all in all.]

Wilmington (Ohio) High School, great expanded from when
I graduated in 1969. When I was in school, girls had to wear
dresses and skirts could be no shorter than two inches above
the knees. And, yes, they measured! Sports team members wore
coats and ties on game day. Do athletes still do that nowadays?
Most of the time I think I could pop back into the halls of old WHS and fit right in with my pals. There were six of us who were inseparable back then. We started hanging out together in junior high (now known as middle school, so that tells you how I old I really am), and spent the next six years getting through a young girl's life events together.

And tomorrow I get to see them all again.

Yes, it's high-school reunion time in Wil City.

I've reconnected with a couple classmates through Facebook, and am looking forward to the up-close-and-personal weekend to renew old friendships.

Today is super busy, with both lunch and dinner meetings, so the walk will have to happen this morning and I guess I'll pack my bag this afternoon. No blogging will happen unless I'm really inspired.

Which, I'm sure both of you have noticed, I haven't been lately. But inspiration waxes and wanes and I'm sure my writing mojo back will return one of these days.

Have a good weekend, y'all. I'm sure planning to!