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| "Blogging Circle of Friends " DAY 2236: January 2, 2019 Prompt: My grandmother always said that what you did on New Year's day you would be doing for the rest of the year. What did you accomplish on New Years day? Will you be doing it the rest of the year? Laundry...that is what I spent my New Year day doing...and most certainly what I will be doing for the rest of the year and all the years of my life to come. There will always be laundry...oodles of mismatched socks, soiled doggie diapers, changes of barely worn clothes discarded by my fickle daughter and sodden towels left on the floors and draped over the backs of chairs. There will always be damp swimsuits and grass-stained jeans. There will always be grease covered sweatshirts and hairy, smelly doggie beds. It will never end for me. I know this with a rare certainty. For the most part, I embrace the chore. There is something satisfying from turning a heap of dirty, soiled garments into a fresh, crisply folded pile of clean clothes and towels. I feel accomplished once the various laundry baskets are emptied and all the cleaned laundry is put away again. No matter that the baskets don't stay empty, or that the dirty cast offs sometimes fall just short of the basket's wide, easily accessible maw. This is my task to bear, mostly because entrusting it to another member of my household would certainly spell disaster; like the time my visiting mother-in-law managed to shrink all three of my pairs of maternity pants, or the time I found my husband had folded and put away an entire load of laundry that was still damp.  So yes, this New Years..and all on those blessed ones to come...there will be laundry. "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" Day 1843 January 2, 2019 Prompt: "Open a volume and next comes fragrance: fresh, green and inky if it's new or a bit dusty and aged like a grandfather's cozy den" Which do you like better, new books or old books? This is a tough call. I have always loved the texture and smell of old books. Near my new home there is place called the Book Barn that has a seemingly endless series of rooms and outbuildings filled with books. Some of them are very old volumes, their covers mottled with mold. I love looking at those books, imagining all the hands they've traded to and from over the years. Then there is a this inherent joy with cracking the spine of a new book, that fresh ink smell and the crispness of pages not yet thumbed through. I love being the first person to take a new book out of the library. It feels like a secret privilege of sorts. I have never wanted an e-reader for these reasons, there is something so tactility satisfying about reading physical books that you loss with those electronic devices. |
| 30-Day Blogging Challenge PROMPT January 2nd I’m 24 today! Write about your most memorable birthday. I'm fast approaching the "45" milestone so I have a lot of birthday celebrations to look back over. Overall, many of the ones I can most remember are marked by disappointment. They stand out in memory because they take place during darker times in my life when celebrating anything seemed inappropriate and misplaced somehow. I'm sure many of my childhood birthdays were fun-filled and joyous, I seem to recall them in a collective blur of merriment but I couldn't pick out one with any clarity and be able to name it my "most memorable". Oddly enough, the birthday I would pick is one I can remember very clearly for being the first birthday in a long time I felt was entirely about me. It was not tainted by the demands of a co-dependent ex or an addict brother. I'm not sure I really remember if I was turning 33 or 34 honestly, the age wasn't what made it so special. It was just the first birthday in a series of birthdays when I didn't feel guilt or distraction or pain or disappointment. I had started dating the man I would eventually marry and he had surprised me with a birthday weekend in Newport, RI. He'd booked us a room at the Bayberry Inn, a lovely B&B just outside town that had richly appointed rooms with fireplaces and Jacuzzi tubs. He had wine and chocolate covered strawberries waiting for me at the room. We dressed up and went to a beautiful birthday dinner at Castle Hill Inn. Castle Hill is just about the most scenic place in Newport, a grandiose mansion perched on top of a high with a perfect night sky view of the Newport bridge. That birthday I felt like I began to finally breathe again. I took great big gulps of grateful air and felt good, I felt hopeful. I'm not sure my husband even knows how significant that particular birthday celebration was in my life. It felt like a beginning, not just for our relationship, but the beginning of me taking back a life I was living too much for others. |
| 30-Day Blog Challenge PROMPT January 1st HAPPY NEW YEAR! What is your opinion of New Year’s Resolutions? Do you make them? Do you keep them? New Year's Eve is not my favorite holiday. It is the celebration that marks the end of the cherished holiday season and it serves as a harbinger for that wave of the post-Christmas let-down depression that I always experience. As a result, I never banked much on the New Year's traditions. I rarely stay up to watch the ball drop these days and I resist the urge to make those resolutions. I've always felt that any promises made in the wake of something significant ending are infused with too much pressure, too much hype to have any real chance at success. Instead I work hard to connect with the positive aspects of the coming new year. I take comfort in what I can formally leave behind once the calendar rolls over and the new slate begins. I might not make resolutions but I set goals for myself...goals with staying power, goals with a lot of leg room. I generally want to write more in 2019. I strive to develop more discipline in my writing, actually more discipline throughout my life. I want to be more conscious of my health, more dedicated to taking care of myself...whatever that ends of coming to mean. I don't make those goals with any midnight-hype, ball-drop enthusiasm but rather a honest desire to be cumulatively better over the span of the next twelve months. |
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