"The Great Radish Famine"

Acceptance

 I started this week with great expectations of remodeling the house. OK, not really remodeling, my goal was to paint, and then hang pictures on the wall. I mean, I've been here almost 8 months, and 'I'll work on the house when it's rainy' has gone on and on and on. I underestimated  the fact that YES it does rain, yet it doesn't rain non stop. The few really rainy days here have been spent shopping, cleaning the garage (I swear the garage breeds empty boxes), or once in awhile doing nothing. Nothing is not overrated.

So this week dawned sunny but I was determined. And I have been VERY productive!

I have:

Cleaned under the rabbit cages.
Built another flower bed.
Planted 100 bulbs.
Cleaned the porch.
Stared at my vegetable beds hopefully.
Made - not placed but filled out a wish list - of seeds.
Researched fruit trees.
Moved a shelf.
Groomed the rabbits.
Spun yarn.
Groomed the poodle.
Organized one drawer.

Finally yesterday I was bound and determined. I went shopping. Not for paint, I'd scrapped that idea, I mean, I had no time left in this week. Well, and I'd realized I couldn't really move the bed. I think we may have glued it to the floor. But anyway, I was going to get some new organizy things, and put up pictures. So I went to the store.

This is what I came home with:

Three fruit trees. Well, and 16 packages of flower seeds.

I am hopeless. I am destined to do outside things. Housework makes me frustrated and not happy. I am not bad at it, I am artistic at hanging pictures, good at decorating. But let's get real, unless I am decorating a garden, I do not get enjoyment out of it.

I can be frustrated, and try to change myself, or I can accept it. Be as I am, love myself for me. Me is a girl flitting around in a garden talking to the trees, enjoying the animals, watching plants grow and dreaming of a labyrinth herb garden. Me is not someone who spends hours picking out curtains.

And I did get hooks for pictures, and a white board, you know, to write things on. I will put them up tomorrow. Right after I plant the trees....

Spinnish Contents

My long awaited Dyakcraft needle set came right after New Years -
I do not think I am a good enough knitter to use these. Maybe they
will magically improve my knitting. Doubtful.

My rabbits are supplying me with plenty of fiber to spin..
The 2 on the left are English Angora - 2 on the right shiny satin.

Totally in love. Both with the rabbits, and the spinning.
Like a compulsion. Must - Spin - More - Angora! I keep running
out, which makes me want more rabbits, kind of like spinning crack.

Ramses is just addicted to yarn. No fear - this was cheap cotton.
The Angora is kept under lock and key.

2013

Like the title? I thought it was pretty unique myself.

It's funny, the ritual of the changing of the year. We think all the sudden everything will be better, easier, we'll right all the wrongs and get a new start.

Of course, in reality, life is what you make of it. Do we change life, or does life change us? The years and the lessons we learn might be hard but overall it's the fun we have along the way, not the destination the lies in store. We can't be sure of our future, but we can be sure of our reactions to our present.

I don't know what 2013 holds. I know that last night, we watched the spectacular fireworks show over the Space Needle, and then I woke up to a beautiful sunny day over the peninsula. The ducks were playing on the lake, and the dogs and I went on a 4 mile long walk along the beach and the Discovery trail. We saw people doing Yoga, playing, and meditating. All appreciating this perfect day on their own. And since we are all here and present, 2013 is a perfect year.