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Thoughts in December
Me at three years in my red jacket
By the looks of the trees, I think the photograph is in the spring. I remember that yard better than any place I've ever lived except for when I was a stay-at-home mom.
This month I've been thinking along the path of what I want these weeks to be for me. Holiday decorations are minimal. I donated all but one two foot fake tree. Being creative and being outdoors are on my jingle bells' agenda.
A few weeks ago, I began writing about how I feel about being creative, writing in particular. To my surprise, having to put those thoughts into words has been a good learning experience. I've never been keen on writing about graphic violence or sex. A character can be dead without describing how. A person can be a murdered without going into the details of why.
All of that brain activity brings me to my desk. It needs to be clear of stuff. I know where I am comfortable painting. I haven't chosen a writing nest. Sofa, recliner, dining table or desk are the spots where I land to write. This week I will set up a place to write. Where did I chose? The sofa, in a corner surrounded with pillows including one to put my clipboard writing surface. I'll still use my desk, but not for long hours of writing.
December is a month this year that will be not only productive, but it will also be happy by baking cookies in small batches. I will post the recipes as I go along.
Meanwhile, my easel awaits.
How is your December shaping up?
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Depression 24/7/365
Tis the season for many as one of few jolly moments.
There is no enigmatic smile on our faces or in our hearts.
How we carry our condition along through the year may be similar to some but not to others.
Based on my life's journey with depression, all I write about here is based on that first-hand experience.
Everyone, I believe, goes through stages as they age and participate in different events, birth, jobs, adventures, moving education and such. Our personalities develop and sometimes, there are hiccups in that process.
Depression, for me, is what causes my being me hiccups. At present, the type of depression episode I've been coping with for over a year is not the same as in the past. I think of it as a depression meh episode.
I used to notice symptoms and deal with them as they arise. This time, while able to laugh, enjoy, have clarity, most of what I felt connected to has disconnected. It is there. I know about it. I remember it. It is all a pile of meh to me now. Weird.
The most significant part of my meh episode is that there is no constant wallowing in sadness, melancholy, dreads or paranoia.
At this stage, I feel, reading about depression that others experience is a good idea because it might help me understand better what is going on. Maybe being at the end stage of my life is impacting me stronger than I anticipated. I have been clearing out stuff lately. That release of the past might have freed up space in my mind to explore this part of my life journey.
Do you have books on depression to recommend?
Day 335 of Week 48 November 2024
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| Looking Up |
Farewell November 2024!
Warm and windy describes this past 30 days here in the upper westside of Vermont. The weather went back and forth from fall jacket to puffer coat. Thus far, no snow boots have been needed. The higher elevations, some not far away, did have snow fall.
I keep looking though. Maybe tomorrow a few flakes will be seen out my window.
Have a Cozy & Warm Weekend!
Browse fonts online
Make a gift box out of a cereal box
Tell your favorite shoes a story
Bake a peach cobbler
Sing to a bowl of grapes
Watch cat videos
Make beef stew in the slow cooker
Try blueberry tea
if a nah, then
have a blackberry brandy in
hot chocolate
P.S.
In comments, I'm showing up as anonymous
when using my cell phone.
Password & Email Maintenance
Clearing out folders, changing passwords, and sorting photos was a monthly event for me that took hours, sometimes days. Files and photos, I feel, no longer require monthly sorting. Maintaining good password health, however, is always a priority.
In the early days of Ebay when, I believe, a lot of people were getting online, a unique password for each website one registered with was popular with some people. (Moi) A one password for all probably isn't a good security system. Writing down passwords in a tabbed address book is an easy way to keep track of that important information.
Some tips I use for passwords:
- Use unique passwords for everything
- Always write passwords in a notebook
- Add date of creation and changes
- Never save passwords online
- Minimum 12 various characters long
- Never use personal information, name, dates, etc.
- Refresh by logging in monthly
- Note the website for each password
- Keep old password books for a few years
Tips for email addresses:
- Write down email address in the password notebook
- Categorize email addresses for family, websites, friends, etc.
Day 320 of Week 46 November 2024
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| November |
On my cell phone at the moment, posting this from my comfy recliner, fluffy slippers on, thinking about dinner and where did this week go.
This week has been a blur. Sunshine nearly everyday throws my brain off. I find myself wondering where the blustery rainy days of autumn are. There are areas if New England in serious drought conditions. I pray for reasonable rainfall that doesn’t cause flooding.
Posting via a cell phone has its quirks. For example, the typing screen area floats around eith the touch of my finger. I have the feeling that is because it is in the caption space, not the text regular space. (Not. It is just the way cell phone screen is.)
Anyway, about the election anxiety, what I read about what the next administration is doing, increases my anxiety. I was hoping to see good things of a real presidential nature.
Instead, I’m given reason to feel scared to even post my opinions about what is going on. Already I deleted two paragraphs.
Pray for America & the World
P.S.
And just now, something bumped my chair.
I try to make it happen again. Nothing. There is nobody living in the room with me.
MIssing Summer?
The recent weather in New England has been unseasonably warm. Sitting outdoors has been glorious. Nature knows in America there is a high amount of stress over the presidential election today. I feel that Nature is being kind to us.
Meanwhile, no matter who wins, I will be taking a blog break
Enjoy November!
Reflection Monday November 2024
The United States of America
for the first time in 248 years
could possibly elect
a woman as our president.
God Bless America
The Closer It Gets
America is, I believe, in real trouble. In the morning hours of 11 September 2001, the very real threat we were at war permeated everything. I heard jets in the sky with an urgency that I had not felt before. I wasn't scared or angry. I was too busy praying.
Immediately, I wanted to hear from our leaders. I wanted to hear from the powers that be. Leadership was my focus.
America's leadership, I feel, is seriously in jeopardy of being overtaken by a person that is proven to be clearly untrustworthy.
The reasoning for supporting the felon, that I've heard, is that they do not like the man, but they like his policies.
I say, then support the office of the President of the United States no matter who wins.
For the presidential election 2024,
I will accept and respect whoever wins.
I will accept and respect whoever wins.
Please, Support the next President of the United States.
Americans need to unite, not fight each other.
Tis the Season To Be Eerie
In blog years gone by, I use to post a scary story here in October. I stopped because the feeling everyone left the room when I posted my story is too sad for me. The cyber echo blocked out my desire to continue the yearly scary tales. (Sorry if I posted about this before.)
Being raised by a generation with gloomy grim Victorian vibes, it is no wonder to me that I like ghost stories. In addition to that, my father liked to scare us kids with his true accounts of the paranormal world. In high school I became interested in Edgar Allen Poe. I also read HP Lovecraft and other ghost stories.
Alas, Goth isn't a style I followed. The Bohemian morphing into Hippiedom is where my youth melded into tender adulthood. When life became too real, I moved into the mystery genre where I remain.
In writing, I can only get so far with a horror narrative before I feel scared that it could happen in real life. (More about that another time.) Then one day on the way home from my father's, on a rainy, cold and dark night, I had a not normal experience.
There wasn't a blur, a quick noise or something in the corner of my eye. The sound was clearly the result of something intelligent moving objects in the stuff I was taking home. I actually stopped, parked and got out of my vehicle, after going through the toll booth, to let it escape, run away. Nothing ran, flew, jumped or slithered away. If it had, then there was enough open space for it to be seen.
Feeling the interior is free (enough) of whatever it was, I continued driving into the night north through New Hampshire and Vermont. And so did it.
At home, I can still see myself standing in front of my vehicle deciding to wait until the morning to bring things indoors in the daylight.
Begun circa 2004, the story is 90% finished.
Too scared to finish it?
Nah
Well Maybe a little
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