new year, new you

So I read about this via MG Ellington and thought I’d give it a whirl:

The New Year, New You Project is an experiment in Magical Radical Transformation. Please see here for how to participate!”

Here is what you’ll do. You’ll write prompts. You’ll explore. You’ll fall down. Sometimes you’ll lay there awhile, finding things under rocks that you never wanted to know. They’ll pull you back, using yarn, glue, cajoling and stern words. You’ll keep sewing yourself into who you’ll want to be and you’ll tell them, sometimes too much, because that’s your way and what’s needed. You’ll find how far you can really fly when you’ve made wings to carry you and be breathless from your accomplishments. Besides your words, you’ll give something made from your hands.

I don’t do ‘resolutions’ as a rule – I think they’re just a system for setting yourself up to fail. But this looks like a good project, and there’s no better time like the present.

I like this part:

You can’t start putting all this awesome new crap into your life and body until you get rid of the old crap. Old crap here is defined as many things such as relationships that are no longer working, old crutches, clutter of the mind and of the house.

and

Just because someone hands you a big rock doesn’t mean you have to carry it. We all have baggage to deal with (such as forgiveness issues and toxicity). What’s weighing you down? Light a candle to your deity(ies) of choice and really do some journaling about it. Explore the issue(s) with a very close friend. Do your best to let go of it, even if you do need to sometimes need to occasionally revisit it.

schedule: week: november 27

  • Monday:
  • Preston starts sixty hour work weeks
    call Molly and have her fax a note about Thomas’ housing
    therapy appointment at 1:30pm on Wellington Way
    text Thomas to see if he got the time for his surgery

  • Tuesday:
  • Thomas’ fistula surgery at UK Hospital

  • Wednesday:
  • laundry (laundry room)
    writing (laundry room and dining room)
    not one damned other thing (it’s required!)

  • Thursday:
  • Thomas’ appointment with transplant clinic
    Thomas’ appointment with UK Internal Medicine

  • Friday:
  • taking today off! (it’s required!)

  • Saturday:
  • laundry (laundry room)
    writing (laundry room and dining room)

    giant biscuit for biscuit and gravy lovers

    This morning while we were making breakfast, I made the mistake of adding too much milk and butter to the biscuit mix. I added more mix but got afraid to add much more and so left the batter kinda runny. I told Preston, “There’s no choice. This is too runny for drop biscuits.” So he asked me what I was going to do. I sprayed the bottom of my biscuit pan and poured in the batter! I baked this baby for 20 minutes at 450*. I cut it into quarters with a butter knife when it came out of the oven. I should have gotten a picture of those ‘slices of biscuit’. We figured they’re at least 2″ high at the tallest end.

    giant biscuit

    my china

    So, this is what we’ll be eating off of tomorrow. Kathy bought these in a box with a bunch of other china at an estate sale a number of years ago (we were still on Richmond Road back then); if I’m remembering right, she paid a whopping $1 for the entire box. I have five teacups (thanks Sandhi) that are the same Royal Rose pattern as the dessert plates; I also have a sugar/creamer set that I bought for myself in the same pattern (thank you Burlington Coat Factory for having them at just the right time!).

    These are the supper plates. The stamp on the back of the one on the left says “Théodore Haviland, Limoges, France”.

    These are the dessert plates. The dessert plates have no markings on the back, so I don’t have a clue where or when they were made.

    i saw my therapist on tuesday

    This week has gone by so fast. I told myself, “I’ll write this post as soon as I get home from the clinic.” But I was so tired by the time I got home, I didn’t care about the clinic, my blog, or much anything else. Miss Kitty was happy to take a nap with me. And then I kept thinking, “I’ll write it tomorrow.” And now tomorrow is today, which is Saturday. Where did this week go? Oh yeah. I’ve been writing, organizing, and have been reading Meg Cabot’s 1-800-WHERE-R-YOU series straight through (am on book four today; she’s the one who wrote all those Princess Diary books).

    I remember thinking as I walked from the bus stop at Arby’s over to the next street to the clinic that I’d been going to that clinic for over a year now, and I’ve been seeing my particular therapist for right at a year. And soon, I’ll be slogging through the snow again to see her. This year really went quick!

    One thing I like about my therapist is that when you go into her office, she has your file scattered all across her desk and a nice list of notes. She always adds to that list, every appointment.

    The first thing we talked about, of course, was Thomas and how all that had gone. The last time I had seen her, he’d still been in UK Hospital. I told her how all that had turned out, and she was rightly appalled. Then we talked about finding a support group for parents/relatives of transplant recipients. She really couldn’t find anything on Google, so I said I will ask one of the social workers when Thomas goes back to transplant clinic on Monday. And I made myself a note in the notebook I carry in my bag so I don’t forget. Because I’m like that. I’d literally leave my head behind if it weren’t so firmly attached to my neck.

    But I had told her everything I’d been feeling, all the stages and how they’d come along and how I’d handled them. She said she was proud of me – I’d done everything right all by myself! I told her I’d tried to get an emergency appointment with her the week after the horrific news had been delivered but that she’d been booked so solid I couldn’t have gotten edged in had it been a true emergency. She said, “My schedule is ridiculous.” No kidding. But she’s so good at what she does! I threaten now and then to switch over to UK Psychiatry because I don’t really care for her clinic, but at the same time, I don’t want to lose her. She’s fantastic.

    So then we discussed my medications and how I’m doing on all of those, and she wrote me a handful of new prescriptions. I’m doing well with the Ritalin. Now and then it still makes me a bit jittery, but I really feel like that depends on how I’ve slept the night before. Sometimes I sleep like a log and others I toss and turn – despite everything I take to knock me out.

    And we discussed my personal life and my love life and my writing life and how sales of the anthology are going and NaNoWriMo, etc, etc, etc. We talked about all of the Young Adult literature I’ve collected over the Summer and that I’ve read since then and about my latest project – which I must say is coming along nicely, if I do have to say so myself! And I’ll be going back to see her again on the Monday following Thanksgiving. I’ll have my list of stuff to discuss, and she’ll have hers, and we’ll meet somewhere in the middle just like we always do.

    my water fountain

    I finally broke down and got a tabletop water fountain, or in this case a bookshelftop water fountain (it’s a very short bookshelf). I was running it with tap water until I could get to Kroger for a jug of High Bridge Spring water. Today I cleaned it out and poured in the spring water, and I felt like Bob Ross – What a happy little fountain! So I took a video of it, and I hope the sound comes across in it. Unfortunately I had the front patio door open, and there were kids playing outside.

    kitchen photos

    I finally got my new kitchen cleaned up and together a long time ago – back in March. But honestly, I can’t remember posting any pictures, so I took these, and here they are. I’m really happy with the new kitchen. Click on picture to view album.

    our new kitchen