Thursday, August 23, 2012

Thursday's tale...

"The Universe is made up of stories, not atoms." ~Muriel Rukeyser

Woke up this morning and did not want to go to work. It was cold and rainy... and it's not fun being the only one that has to get up and leave home to go to work. I did though - not just because I don't really have any more days off that I can call in sick - but because, despite the fact that I don't really like it, it's my job. There are things that need to be done and I have to do some of them. 

I don't understand how people can get contracted/hired to do a job and then do it halfway (or less than that even). Is there no pride? No sense of accomplishment? No shared sense of responsibility?

I don't understand it at all. 

I don't like hearing people say that there are no jobs available in our country when I know that there are. I have heard directly from persons that people they hire don't want to do what they're hired to do... or find the jobs too tedious... or below them... or feel entitled to more than what they're working for. 

A puzzle is made up of many pieces. Tradespeople are just as important as academics. If everyone wants to hold a certain position then how will we maintain where we are? How will we build? How will we grow?

I've found myself seriously contemplating learning a trade or two. I can lay tiles. My dad's got electrical skills. An understanding of plumbing can only come in handy in the future. 

I wonder how many people are thinking of the future. 


Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Wordy Wednesday...

"The power of the word is real whether or not you are conscious of it ." ~Sonia Choquette

I am tired. This may not be very wordy but the following are all words that came to mind today with regards to my workplace. 

It doesn't look good. 

I am tired. 


Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Thoughts on a Tuesday...

"Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive - the risk to be alive and express what we really are." ~ Miguel Ángel Ruiz

Thoughts about family and life and myself... 

I think we're different from a lot of families out there - but then each individual is unique so I guess it would hold that each family unit is unique. 

I've had very few times in which I was annoyed/mad/pissed off with my sibling - earlier today I experienced such a time. We disagree on how best to handle the mother ... the parents really. I don't think if he were in her position that he'd appreciate someone yelling at him. 

I don't see that yelling is particularly necessary to getting one's point across... though I do understand and have had my own moments where one feels that the only way to get someone to listen is to speak louder. The male parent has never really quarreled, at least in his eyes, because he never raises his voice. A quarrel can take many different forms.

I'm not sure that the male parent knows what he's doing with his life... this startles me somewhat... I've always thought that he knows exactly what is happening and why and when stuff must be done. 

Sometimes I feel sorry for both parents and I think that perhaps I don't try hard enough (and perhaps everyone doesn't try hard enough) to spend time understanding parents. 

Sometimes I feel as though I'm the parent.

I think women don't get enough credit for all the things that we do. I think that some of the things we do would not even occur to men as stuff that needs to be done. 

Blood is very red. Sometimes, each month, I wonder if there will come a day when I won't stop bleeding. Blood does not make me squeamish ... I don't see how any girl can be really...

Blood is thicker than... ?


Monday, August 20, 2012

Monday musings...

"To think is easy. To act is hard. But the hardest thing in the world is to act in accordance with your thinking." ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I plan to write every day this week... Monday to Friday... we'll see how successful I'll be. I've been thinking more and more about writing and thoughts that I'd like to share and thoughts that I'd like to see in print. There's a difference (for me anyway) between words that are online and words that one can read in a book or paper. Though I spend a lot of time online reading and writing, I really prefer hard copy - give me a book over an e-reader any day. 

I'm not sure what I want to write in this post. Random stuff maybe. It's always just a bit difficult to get back in the flow of things. Perhaps, just thoughts that I'll expand on over the course of this week?

I'm going to use bullet points. I may have a love of list-making that a lot of people don't know about...
  • Stuff about my country - there's a lot to talk about really... Olympic wins and disaster areas and skill sets and poor work ethic. Hmm. 
  • Stuff outside of my country - such as... I think if I lived in the U.S.A. I'd be a democrat (I'm actually wondering if I should even state that here... ergh?). Pussy Riot. Three cups of tea. 
  • Stuff about me - the usual? Family, cute guy, pets, work. 
  • Dessert - I'm writing this in between bites of chocolate cake and strawberries... I've had the good fortune to have had some rather spectacular desserts yesterday - I feel the need to gush about them. 
  • Random randoms - who knows what may cross my mind that in the moment I may feel the need to document? 
It's my bedtime now - I feel somewhat accomplished - yay me for getting back into the blogging groove!

Night all.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

Monday, August 6, 2012


"Far away there in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead." ~Louisa May Alcott

August already and that means that seven months have already gone by. 


I'm not writing as much as I thought I would.

I'm thinking of writing a book. 

I'm thinking of travelling (near and far). 

I'm procrastinating in the name of taking things moment by moment.


Some inspiration/good reads/meditations for the week/month/rest of year: