In other news, Charliebear is reformatted AGAIN and now fully updated. *pets Charliebear* I have unofficially committed to supporting Google taking over the world. Blogger, Google Chat, Picasa, you name it. Google me, baby. Actually...don't. You might find out things you never wanted to know. You've been warned.
I don't do well with nebulous ambiguity. I need guidelines. Hence, I have in the past few months decided there will always be ground rules. Like guardrails, they will keep me from careening over the edge.
Simplify: Say goodbye. It's just stuff. You can't take it with you.
Some things beyond life necessities simply must be bought: Tea, lotion, underwear, and knitting needles.
Yes means yes, and no means no: Stop protesting and take people's word at face value. Use the right language to avoid obliging myself to things I don't really want to do.
I always need time for certain things: sleep, eating food, staring at the ceiling, reading the Word, knitting, wandering, and baking.
Out with the old, in with the new: If I buy something new, something old must go. When something is old, replace it, for goodness sake!
One thing at a time: I am me, with only 2 hands and 24 hours in a day; no one, not even myself, has the right to expect me to do more than I am able.
Be unafraid: Take the opportunities when they come.
Thank you to Mo ("You have to buy tea, it's a staple."), Paul ("You're you. You can't do everything everyone else does. And I like you."), Michal ("I said yes. I meant it. So stop.") and Amy ("I have way too many pairs of underwear, but ya know what? I always have clean, cute underwear on.") .
Yesterday morning it was fair and mild out. By midday a storm rolled in (complete with scary thunder--I wanted to hide under the desk but I was in a meeting!). After a flood of rain came down for a little while, huge hail pummeled the whole city. It was insane! I ran to the window (even though I was still in the meeting) and crowed like a child. It sprinkled on and off through this morning. Of course I wore black wool today. That's the only way to gurantee that the sun will come out!
One of the many things about Portland that continues to confuse me is the unpredictable weather. During some particularly dark and frustrating drizzle on Monday, a coworker commented, "It's supposed to be like this all week." I can't call her a liar; I'm sure she meant it at the time. The Portland weather, however, delights in being fickle, in changing its designs at least twice a day. It must crack a laugh at the number of people who leave their houses without an extra sweater, change of socks & shoes, umbrella, hat and sunglasses.