I had an interesting adventure last night. I got up to go to the restroom, but I was still half asleep and lost my balance just as I got to my feet. I ricocheted through my bedroom, the hallway, and the bathroom, finally landing in the bathtub on top of my shower curtain. I hit my head against the back of the tub and my legs were hanging over the edge. Getting OUT of the bathtub was another adventure and took much longer than getting INTO it!
"God, whom I serve in my spirit in preaching the gospel of His Son, is my witness how constantly I remember you." Romans 1:9, NIV
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
My High Horse
Sometime this week, when I have the mental and emotional energy, I'm going to get on my high horse about the Occupy movement. I accidentally got caught in a demonstration at Occupy Portland last Thursday, and the experience resulted in my doing a little research. I was shocked and dismayed and terribly alarmed. So be forewarned!
Occupy Portland
11/17/2011
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high horse,
original photography
Saturday, November 19, 2011
My Mandala
I Can So TOO Type!
Well. Thanks to my Mother (and author Mabel Nora Crain), I've been typing since I was 8 or 9 years old and at one time could type about 60 words per minute...on a MANUAL typewriter. Then in high school, I switched to electric and in college I peaked at about 115-120 words per minute.
Post-college, I never look at the keyboard and I never give any thought to what my fingers are doing. Yet I just had a mental blank about the keyboard location of the question mark! For about 7 seconds, I was looking everywhere for it. Now I'm frightened!
Published 1960.
(Our copy was hard bound and flipped open at the top.
I think both my older sisters learned to type using this book, too!)
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Proof of Life
One of the reasons mental health professionals and social psychologists believe people struggle with clutter is because humans are always trying to be immortal. This explanation is referred to as terror management theory (TMT), and is certainly one of the reasons I struggle with parting with some of my clutter.
Have you ever thought about keeping an item, like a wedding dress, to give to your daughter one day? (Even though you don’t have a daughter or your daughter isn’t the same size as you are or the current style is nothing like it was in 1975 when you were married or your daughter doesn’t have plans to ever be married?) Are you keeping other mementos, not because you’re enjoying them, but because you want there to be proof of your life? Do you equate your stuff as being an extension of you?
A good question to ask yourself is if the people in your life will actually value the items you’re collecting, or if your things will create a burden for them. Boxes and boxes of mementos in a basement covered with dust will most likely look like trash to others instead of a valued collection. If you truly value something, it should be honored in a way that conveys that respect to others.
Do you keep clutter or extraneous possessions because of a desire to live on through your things? Is simply being aware of TMT helpful for you to keep in mind when sorting through your objects to decide what to keep and what to purge? Or, do you think the whole theory is bogus?
Sunday, November 6, 2011
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