Nov 14, 2013
Where do I begin?
For the last 48 hours, I have ridden a roller coaster of adrenaline and anxiety like I haven’t experienced in a while. Maybe not since my last big crisis. Like the driver’s license debacle. Or the stove thing (not created but definitely fretted over). Or the time I gave the church a $300 check and thought it was a $30 check which sent my bank account spinning.
But the place that gets me the worst for possible upheaval is this computer. Several posts have been written about this weakness.
On Tuesday I attempted what should have been a simple upgrade. And it turned into a heart stopping nauseating 2 day ordeal in which I lost my blog as it is now, and all of my pictures. The content was backed up but everything else was gone.
First, I acknowledged that my baby was OK. Besides then recognizing the many cliches I can pull into the story like ‘resistance is futile’ or ‘we often meet our fortune on the way to avoiding it’, and ‘it is what it is until it isn’t anymore’, I remembered life lesson #34 ; knowing what you don’t want to do is as important as knowing what you want to do.
I did not want to stop blogging. It has become such a part of who I am, like my beloved Bally Eden, that I may be more ready than I thought I was, to step it up to the next level.
Thankfully, I had a friend who was kind enough to offer her calming voice and assurance that, one way or another, we’d do something to carry on. I was to enjoy my baby for a few minutes and then call the web host and ask to have my blog set back to a prior date/time. I was still extraordinarily nervous as I awaited this conceptually positive outcome.
More wisdom from this “occurrence”? ‘It’s over when it’s over’ and ‘soon this will all be a nightmare’. My faithful readers, I love you dearly for sticking with me. I will rise like a phoenix from these ashes. And will be back to regularly spewing my own Shalagh flavored drivel with pretty pictures on my regular rotation which has been, and will remain, thrice a week.
Nov 10, 2013
The problem with coming out of such an active month (October…crazy posting every day) is that I think I should want to not do anything for November. But my creative brain wants no part of a forced hiatus. So what I got is a dust cloud in my brain. Moments of clarity are followed by a haze that won’t lift on demand. And the haze is created by all the coulds, shoulds, can’ts and cans which built up while I was focused elsewhere.
At night I stay up to get a handle on it. Catch up. Get ahead. It’s not too late. To whip it, whip it good. And then in the next day’s light, the charm is gone and I’m watching my baby crawl and thinking again of stolen time I won’t be getting so that I can’t get ahead. Sigh. No clarity there.
4 hours of babysitter time each week isn’t enough now. No way to get the many jobs I am responsible for completed incompetently and keep the baby alive at the same time.
Recently, I feel the need to be extremely clear about where I am headed, what it’ll take to get there, and then make that happen.
That is going to take extra thought and effort. It’s called creating goals and I am scared.
I am inspired by another online e-course on blogging with Decor8. And by some wonderful blog posts I’ve read recently on courage and faith. And creativity. Do not forget creativity. Don’t get me wrong, I am happy. Just ready for the next chapter is all.
My plan is to go deep and clarify my thoughts through the next couple days. And come out with a better perspective.
Thank you for your patience, understanding, and devotion. I am stunned by and grateful for it.
Nov 8, 2013
I did it again. This will be the third time I have decorated for the fundraiser at the Unitarian Universalist church we belong to in Easton, MD.
And this year the theme was Harvest Hoedown.
And so I took inspiration from my jaunts on Pinterest and made the requisite pennants for the ceiling.
My husband’s lighting company provided the Fete lights.
And I conceived of the gigantic bandana as a backdrop for the auctioneers.
Beth and Emily were fabulous auctioneers.
Hay bales, pumpkins. 21 yards of burlap, cornstalks, and other props were used.
This was one of the easier events to decorate because the design was spot on and simple.
Big bang, little bucks. Happy with the design and the outcome of the auction surpassed expectations. Everyone was happy.
(I have tutorial pictures I took but cat’s out of the bag now. Unless you really wanna know.)