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Day 30 of NaBloWriMo (National Blog Writing Month)...
I used to tell people I didn’t exercise because of my beliefs. I explained that I believed in the limited heartbeat theory. I felt we were all born with a certain number of heartbeats. When your number is up—your number is up. I would go on to explain that exercise, of course, increases one’s heart rate, and I didn’t want to tempt fate. Better to be safe than in shape.
That was 30 years ago. Now that I'm older and wiser (and tipping the scale has taken on a whole new meaning), I've come to realize the necessity of physical activity and that staying in shape doesn't just happen naturally. I still don't think much time should be spent on the necessary evil of exercise, so I have found some very effective 20 minute-a-day workouts which done first thing in the morning gets it out of the way for the day. Yoga and walking are good forms of stress relief and should be done as needed in addition.
Day 29 of NaBloWriMo (National Blog Writing Month)...
Prompt: Who is your favorite author? Or What is your favorite book?
Don't hate me, but the first book that came to mind was Twilight!
Day 24 of NaBloWriMo (National Blog Writing Month)...
Mincing words was never something we had to worry about with Grandma. She was not opposed to speaking her mind. Whether the subject was what you were eating or what you were spending or how you were driving, Grandma was quick with the questions and quicker with the advice. But probably the best advice I ever got from Grandma came through her actions--and the size of her kitchen garbage can--and not through her words of wisdom.
The trash receptacle in Grandma’s kitchen was no bigger than the coffee can size container we all have in our bathrooms. Grandma didn’t need anything bigger, because she never threw anything away. Saving the planet wasn’t the concern in her day and the phrase “reuse, recycle, reduce” had yet to be coined. Grandma just never allowed anything to “go to waste.”
If it was washable, grandma scoured and re-used it. If it wasn’t washable, it was used as stationery, grocery lists, or to spread out on the floor to be used as a drop cloth and eventually incinerated if it had exhausted all its purposes. If it was food-based, it went to the cats, the cattle, or out to the compost heap. Grandma never once bought a box of storage bags or containers from the grocery store. Bread sacks were washed over and over and used to keep leftovers or to transport garden produce to the neighbors. There was a drawer in grandma’s kitchen that held scraps of tin foil so thin you could see through them, but they were still useful. Empty potato chip sacks were cut up the sides, wiped down, and placed under potted plants or laid out on the table to collect the pea pods from the peas she was shelling or walnut shells or stems from strawberries or whatever the chore required. Milk cartons and jugs were rinsed and filled with water to be placed in the freezer so there was plenty of ice when it was time to make the homemade ice cream. The Styrofoam trays and containers, metal cans, and glass jars that were opened and emptied during food preparation had multiple functions and withstood repeated washings. I don’t think Grandma ever came across a single item that only served one purpose.
Grandma’s eco-friendly way of life is ever so timely today and still rings through to me as the best advice she never imparted.
Day 23 of NaBloWriMo (National Blog Writing Month)...
Prompt: We only have one week and one day to go in our blogging challenge! What have I learned from this experience? What are my greatest challenges? What are my successes?
The daily writing challenge is a great way to push me, and the daily exercise of writing sharpens my skills. I feel very defeated when I miss a day, but it is so rewarding when I do get the daily post made.
My schedule for the month of October has been so crazy with getting my daughter back and forth to play rehearsals and subsequently the eight performances (of which I enjoyed three). It was so amazing to see her excel in her passion of acting and singing and thoroughly enjoy herself. However, I'm feeling exhausted trying to stay on top of the rigorous schedule of not only getting her to the practices at the appointed times, but making sure homework, confirmation studies, band, and chorus requirements are all met as well as not disrupting (somewhat) healthy eating and sleeping routines. I find, like in most things in life, I would put off what I want to do (like my writing) until the last part of the day, and then I would feel too tired to write with the high standard of eloquence I place upon myself.
That being said, the challenge of writing everyday did motivate me to at least try to write something everyday. I do enjoy writing and getting my thoughts out of my head and in a place where I can read (and edit) them is definitely a success.
Day 22 of NaBloWriMo (National Blog Writing Month)...
It just felt wrong somehow...
...It felt as though I was cheating...
...It was good, though--so easy...
...It cut the time in half with a lot less mess.
Should this be allowed--allowed when part of the tradition was to get in to it up to your elbows and feel the cold, slimy substance in your hands?
What would I do for the rest of the night without the worry of obsessively washing the sticky, dried goo from under my fingernails?
Would the tradition survive?
...the end result had been the same.
The Pumpkin Gutter Drill Bit was just a new means to an end.
The jack-o-lantern would still shine brightly;
...but this year it would shine with pristine clean insides! :)