Wasting time...again

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One Day at a Time

It's a saying they use in AA, I know. But it can be applied to regular life in so many ways. Like making progress on anything you are working on. You just have to take it one day at a time and get done what you can get done. Life isn't a race.

I know I know. There are so many projects to complete ahead of you, and to sit still on one and not make any progress feels daunting. I have however decided that each day I'll make what progress I can, and leave it at that. And so...I have.

I'm up to the Wheel of the Tam I'm working on , and as soon as I figure out exactly when I was supposed to start my decreases, I'll start going through my rounds. Actually I've already started round one, but bypassed two sections where i think I was supposed to decrease and didn't do it. I may have to tink back. Actually now that I really think about it, I'm definitely going to have to tink back. It's ok. I'm good with it. The only thing I have ahead of me that is something I am not looking forward to, is poring through all my needles to find 4 dp' s in size 3...or I could just go out and buy new ones. That and of course sewing in all those loose ends. But why discuss all this simple little stuff where there are larger topics at hand.

My youngest has just turned 5 recently, and seems to be coming up with lots of questions for God? Like after we die, and he makes us into something or someone else, how will he know what we look like? hmmm. She wants to be herself, and she wants to make sure her name is Kaitlin again. Or she wants to be a bird so she can fly or a whale. Interesting. I'm ok with her thinking about reincarnation particularly as an animal because I think I had those same thoughts as a child. It is more comforting to a child to think about coming back to earth, than to go to someplace named Heaven, or to wherever our souls go when our bodies die. My husband has lost most of his faith and thinks absolutely nothing happens. Our bodies die and that's it. There is nothing after that. Too depressing to think about for me. I couldn't accept that. Anyway, back to my daughter - most recently; Today in fact, she asked, "WHY do we have to die?

'. I've explained several times about life as being a natural cycle from birth to death, but that doesn't really do it for her, or at least its not enough of an explanation to hold her for very long. She wrote God a letter and my husband was saying maybe he has an email address. Oddly enough I googled God's email address and actually came up with something. I will not be writing to it though, because it doesn't serve my purposes. I can email Santa at Christmas because its fun and it obviously was made for Children's enjoyment and does no harm. But I truly have to wonder about the person who has decided to accept emails written to GOD. Does this person, company, corporation think they are the end all be all? Who knows. It's really rather odd.

At any rate, I may just tell Kaitlin what I've written as my title today. One day at a time. Don't think about dying for now; just take life as it comes and enjoy it as much as you can and make the most of each day. One Day at a Time.

Standing Still

My hat has come to a standstill... I haven't fixed it yet. Is anyone really surprised? I will work on it again, eventually. Maybe not this weekend, but soon and for the rest of my life.
No...Instead, I seem to be contemplating taking photos of my stash for Ravelry while my husband is gone on Saturday. Is that crazy? I mean, free time all morning/day without the guilt of having to clean house. I could knit, I could play silly games without guilt with my kids on WII, I could sleep til' noon! I could start a new project! It just seems odd to me that with that time available I choose to do something that well...actually isn't all that interesting or fun. Hmmm maybe I should knit afterall. I will also probably clean, but I can do it in a relaxed way without being forced. It's just SO much more fun to do it minus the nagging. I'm more likely to want to do it when I don't have a husband stomping around slamming things (*his cute, and sweet little message to me and the kids that my morning coffee, and playing games with the kids has dragged beyond an hour and he can't stand that the house is a pigsty for a minute longer, so he's doing it himself even though he doesn't feel he should have to since he works well over 40 hours a week and also works on a side job nights and weekends). I guess in a way he's right, but can't he just relax and let me enjoy my morning first? That was just about the longest sentence I've ever written. Do I win a prize?
I can't talk about winning a prize without remembering the weirdest thing that happened to us once, when I was with my family. If you get queasy easily don't read this. We went to an ice cream shop, one Sunday afternoon, or evening for ice cream cones, and my sister and I were waiting to be served, when my Mom exclaimed loudly as she got her ice cream cone, "OH DID I WIN A PRIZE???" Of course we all looked at her like she had 3 heads since we had no clue what she was talking about and she was embarrassing us (we were teenagers at the time). It turns out she had this little heart-shaped red thing in her ice-cream, so she pointed it out to one of the servers and they said, "Oh no... (pause) OH NO!"... "Oeeewwww...um ...someone cut their finger earlier with the ice cream scoop, so ummm" ... Yup you guessed it. Disgusting huh? My Mom's wonderful prize was frozen blood. I can't remember what happened after that. I think my Mom decided not to have any ice cream after all, but needless to say, we didn't go back there again. Ever.

I'm procrastinating in so many ways right now. I'm not Knitting, working, or taking a shower. What I really want to do is curl up on the couch with Calvin and take a nap, and I can't do that right now either. Speaking of Calvin, this is how he hangs out...on the back of the couch. He does this several times a day, both by the window and facing the kitchen. It's his way of laying down while also having a view. I think it's odd for a dog to lay this way. Has anyone seen dogs do this before?
I'd better start moving and actually DO something before I start talking about something even more banal if that's even possible. Like the toast I had for breakfast.