weekend zoe blogging

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Zoe appreciates everybody’s warm welcomes. She is fitting in easily. She’s friendly, seems smart enough, and uses her litter box. She slept with me last night and has to be with me pretty much all the time. Though, I don’t see her right this minute. If she has returned to sleep on the couch in the living room while I’m sitting here at the computer it will be the first time. Plus she’s really cute.

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That’s the couch in the living room. There are blankets everywhere because they are easier to wash than couches and Stasia shed like a mad fiend. Zoe seems to like the blankets. She’s settling in so well that I can’t believe someone didn’t love her at some point. I suppose I should check out the lost cat listings or check to be sure that Tiff did.

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welcome zoe

My friend and nurse Tiffanie from Rehab rescued a stray cat and thought of me. She described Zoe as the sweetest, prettiest little cat. Her own cat didn’t like Zoe and Zoe didn’t like her dogs so she went to live in her husband’s shop where she hid under the sofa. A safe life, but not a very fun one.

Zoe

So she has come to live with me. She spent the evening exploring the house. She knows where her food and her water and her litter box are and although she’s a little skittish, she wants to be wherever I am. At least she’s not hiding under the bed. She slept on me for a while as I watched an episode of Supernatural but got startled awake and a little panicky. On the plus side, she came right back to me after I set her down.

I’ve missed having a cat. I still see Stasia everywhere and am careful when I open the door out of habit. I hope that Zoe and I get to be good friends.

Oh, and Fancy Feast is the food of the gods. What am I thinking putting out this dry stuff when I clearly have Fancy Feast in the cupboard?

Better pictures to come tomorrow when it’s light. The flash shots were really horrible.

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meme of randomness

I’m sort of at a loss for things to post. Sort of because it’s mostly that I don’t want to post the things I have I could post. So I decided to do Ally’s Meme today. And I’m using her revised rules because I like them. :)

The REVISED Rules:

First, post these rules on your blog.
Second, post 11 random things about yourself.
Third, answer the questions posed to you by the blogger of the blog where you first read this meme.
Last, create 11 new questions for any blogger who chooses to do this meme next.
No need to tag anyone on your blog or on twitter. Those bloggers who want to do this meme should do it [linking back to original source, of course]… and those bloggers who don’t want to do this meme should not do it [forgetting that they ever knew it existed].

11 RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME

  1. I love to read. I don’t know why I’m not a librarian! When I was a kid, I used to climb way up in the cottonwood tree and curl up in a comfy little nook and read.
  2. In the entire history of my life, there is probably less than 1 year total that I haven’t had one or more pets.
  3. The aroma of bread baking is easily my most favorite smell in the world.
  4. I lived on a farm for a couple years and I really don’t find the scent of horse manure offensive. In fact, it’s kind of nice.
  5. I am deathly afraid of spiders.
  6. I can’t stand to even be in the same room as someone eating liver.
  7. I miss soaking in the tub. Getting on and off the “floor” is extremely difficult with my knees. Tubs are close to impossible.
  8. If I had the choice, I’d rather be deaf than blind. I’m afraid of the things I can’t see.
  9. I would rather answer questions than just talk about myself. I’d rather answer questions than just talk. On the rare occasions I have to speak publicly my goal is to always get a discussion going so that I don’t have to be the one just talking.
  10. I hate to shop. I used to love to shop then I lived where I had to drive a couple hours to do my shopping and there was always so much to fit in during the day.
  11. I like to kill monsters in my spare time.

11 QUESTIONS FROM ALLY

  1. What color are your eyes? Gray, though sometimes they appear blue and sometimes they appear green.
  2. Do you like popcorn? I like the smell of popcorn better than the popcorn itself.
  3. What instrument, if any, did you play while in K thru 12? Piano. A little guitar.
  4. Do you have a favorite flower? I don’t generally have favorites but I like daffodils a lot.
  5. When did you first go online in your home [that is, not at work or school]? 2000? 2001? Hmmm. Or around 1970 when my dad, who was a computer programmer, let me play games on his “portable” computer – which connected by actually plugging the phone receiver into the computer.
  6. What, if anything, are you allergic to? Chocolate, or so they claim. The usual dust and pollen.
  7. What do you value? Peace and quiet. Especially since they’ve been digging up our streets the past 5 months.
  8. Do you find it difficult to find shoes that fit your feet? My right foot swells so, yeah, finding shoes that accommodate that can be hard.
  9. What’s your favorite Bible verse? Don’t have one.
  10. Which machine in your home is the fussiest? It would have to be the computer. Or, if you want me to be more specific, my keyboard which randomly decides it’s not working for a few minutes at a time.
  11. What TV show do you find delightful? Delightful? Dirty Jobs usually makes me laugh. However, “Wait, Wait…Don’t Tell Me” (NPR) makes me laugh so hard that other folks at Rehab tell me I can’t listen to it while exercising.

11 QUESTIONS TO ANSWER FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO CHOOSE TO PLAY ALONG

  1. What is the strangest place you’ve ever… read a book?
  2. Do you have pets?
  3. What is your favorite smell/aroma?
  4. What smell/aroma do you like that other people don’t like?
  5. What are you afraid of?
  6. What food can you absolutely not stand?
  7. What do you miss the most?
  8. Deaf or Blind?
  9. Public Speaking: would you rather just talk or answer questions?
  10. Do you enjoy shopping?
  11. What do you like to do for fun?

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finding quiet

Inspiration – and the same damn message – is everywhere. This week I move from East to West. Doesn’t matter.

“Distraction is the only thing that consoles us for our miseries and yet it is itself the greatest of our miseries.”
~Blaise Pascal

Interesting, or not, that last week I was writing about accepting myself and figuring out what I want and this week I’ve slipped into stressful, obsessive worrying. Sort of, since I spend a lot of time distracting myself. I can’t seem to sit quietly with myself and just be.

“I have discovered that all human evil comes from this, man’s being unable to sit still in a room.”
~Blaise Pascal

I can’t sleep lately. Sure, there’s a pain issue but a big part is not being able to shut down. My head is spinning. And instead of slowing down, finding quiet, I am filling it with distractions.

“Clarity of mind means clarity of passion, too; this is why a great and clear mind loves ardently and sees distinctly what it loves.”
~Blaise Pascal

So, my goal this week is to find some quiet. I used to give this really simple communication exercise to couples to see if they were willing to put even a small amount of energy into therapy. Took about 15 minutes per day – which is just over 1% of your day. Surely I can find 15 minutes in a day to be quiet.

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omg. it’s february.

February has sort of sneaked up on me and here it is the 7th already. I have been very low energy – suffice it to say I’ve not been sleeping much but otherwise I’m fine. Mom is her usual self. Dad is Dad. The car is working out fine. I miss my kitty but I’m not ready to get another. The weather is kind of gray on and off but it’s still in the 40s and 50s so I refuse to complain. A friend has passed on a great big pile of books so I might spend the rest of the month reading.

Two points:

1) Don’t you think it ought to be “snuck” rather than “sneaked”?

2) Dig the new header?

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happy groundhog’s day

It’s foggy down on the lake with blue skies above. Does this mean that there will be six more weeks of winter or spring will be here in only six weeks? Fog, it seems, is pretty well impossible to capture in a snapshot. And the neighbor’s cat is yelling at a stray.

I don’t like to write several serious-ish posts in a row but I have not had any clever or creative ideas this week. I could show you that sentence before I corrected it. My fingers seem to think that as long as they type a real word it does not matter what that word is or whether it is the word I wanted them to type. My fingers are very creative all on their own.

Happy Groundhog’s Day! If you want to read something interesting today check out Doctor Grumpy’s post today. I found Doctor Grumpy through Ally during NaBloPoMo. He’s a fun read and having worked in mental health for so many years, I particularly enjoy his phone calls and dealings with insurance companies.

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qotd

“I would sort of like to fit in somewhere, but part of me is kind of proud of the fact that I don’t fit in.”
~April Elliott Kent

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shambhala

Back in November, I wrote a post about an idea from Pema Chodron. It was incomplete and so more confusing than necessary. I picked up the book around the same time and read a little then got distracted by other things. Somewhere around there I stopped writing Sunday Thoughts as well. Distraction. So, today, when I decided to let go of the stuff I’ve been thinking about this week and explore some Sunday Thoughts, I picked up the Pema Chodron book (or opened it up, rather, on the Kindle) and let’s look at some of the first stuff I read.

Although it is embarrassing and painful, it is very healing to stop hiding from yourself. It is healing to know all the ways that you’re sneaky, all the ways that you hide out, all the ways that you shut down, deny, close off, criticize people, all your weird little ways. You can know all that with some sense of humor and kindness. By knowing yourself, you’re coming to know humanness altogether. We are all up against these things. We are all in this together. So when you realize that you’re talking to yourself, label it “thinking” and notice your tone of voice. Let it be compassionate and gentle and humorous. Then you’ll be changing old stuck patterns that are shared by the whole human race. Compassion for others begins with kindness to ourselves.

…You say to yourself, “Nobody loves me, I’m always left out. I have no teeth, my hair’s getting gray. I have blotchy skin, my nose runs.” …We’re always not wanting to be who we are. However, we can never connect with our fundamental wealth as long as we are buying into the advertisement hype that we have to be someone else, that we have to smell different or have to look different.

Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living (Shambhala Library)

Coincidence, as I’ve already noted, is a marvelous thing.

The book’s an easy read. She puts things in ways that make sense. That’s both good and bad. There’s a lot to think about and I can’t post all of it here. At some point, I’m pretty sure there is a limit to fair use in the world of copyright violation. I want to jump right through the beginning and get to the meat of the thing. But I need to slow down and absorb a little. But let me leave you with this, in the spirit of how do we accept ourselves for who we are:

…Affirmations are like screaming that you’re okay in order to overcome this whisper that you’re not. That’s a big contrast to actually uncovering the whisper, realizing that it’s passing memory, and moving closer to all those fears and all those edgy feelings that maybe you’re not okay. Well, no big deal. None of us is okay and all of us are fine. It’s not just one way. We are walking, talking paradoxes.

Affirmations. We use them all the time in psychology but I stopped believing in them long ago. Affirmations, in my experience, are short term. They stop working once you’re aware of their effect. They are a long way from really knowing and accepting yourself. In my case, at least, there’s always a voice behind the affirmation saying “Yeah, right.”

Pema Chodron is always talking about treating ourselves with gentleness and compassion on this journey. Maybe there’s a way. I don’t know how long it will take. Maybe some future Sunday Thoughts will explore what I learn along the way.

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follow up to what i want

Gretchen Rubin wrote a post yesterday that follows up my post on what i want. Coincidence is a marvelous thing.

She asks whether you are an Alchemist or a Leopard.

Alchemists seek ways to change or re-direct our fundamental natures; we’re dissatisfied with ourselves; we’re often tempted to behave, and make choices, that don’t comport with who we really are.

Leopards don’t try to change their spots. They know who they are, and they don’t worry about everything they aren’t.

Oh, I am so an Alchemist. I think I came out of the womb thinking I should be someone else. And I certainly spent my childhood being overtly told that I should be someone else. I can’t remember ever feeling really comfortable just being myself and not believing that I had all sorts of things I really had to change. I’ve tried my whole life to be different. And I have never, ever been happy about it.

If I were going to be different, you’d think I would have changed by now. Am I trying to change habits or my fundamental nature?

Now, I don’t think I’m much different from most other people. I think that probably most of us have had, at least at times, pressure from others to be different from who we are. Particularly as children, there is tremendous pressure to fit in or to do things we don’t especially want to do. From playing the piano to using drugs, there are people telling us what we should or shouldn’t do.

I hope, however, that most of us grow out of that. We become comfortable with who we are and go on to a happy life. Perhaps that’s the difference between Alchemists and Leopards. Those of us who are Alchemists never develop that level of comfort.

So on the one hand, I could say that I need to accept who I am and stop trying to be someone else. But is that realistic either? I don’t think so (and neither does Gretchen). Accepting myself doesn’t mean I don’t try to be better and that has always been a stumbling block for me. I can’t accept myself, or at least not all of myself, because there are parts of myself that I really don’t like. But perhaps I really have to accept myself to be able to change.

For example, weight has been an issue almost forever. Accepting myself as I am seems impossible as I really hate the weight. But if I don’t accept myself, how do I accept that certain behaviors are not normal? Instead, I keep coming back to denial. I think that I can moderate my eating instead of accepting that I really have no control over certain behaviors – that’s why they call it a compulsion or an addiction. I can accept from an intellectual standpoint that I eat compulsively but I keep trying to behave as I if I don’t. This time, I think, I’ll behave differently. I’ll buy the chips, or whatever, and this time I will only eat one small serving.

This will take further chewing on, if you will pardon the pun. Accepting my fundamental nature is hard. Trying to change behaviors and habits is also hard. I may be, at least in part, unsuccessful at trying to change those behaviors because they’re part of my fundamental nature – but that doesn’t mean I want to continue them. Surely there is a balance, a comfortable medium, where I can live with being me and still be happier and healthier.

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not the police

I’ve got this stupid song stuck in my head. If I could remember even a fragment of lyric, I might be able to find it and dispel it but No!

It goes like this:

La la la laaa – la la. La la la laaa – la la. La la la laaa – la la.

And there’s some more of that then I’m pretty sure someone shouts “Oh no!”

What? You don’t know it?

Same song stuck in my head a week or so ago but fortunately went away. Now it’s back with a vengeance. What more can I tell you? It’s from the 80s, a movie I think, kind of techno. And I don’t think it was the Police or Genesis.

I’m operating on the premise that my subconscious is trying to tell me something really important. Or not.

Added:

I found a virtual keyboard so anyone really interested in trying to find this song can go there and play the following.

E A C1 B A E
E A C1 B A F
F A C1 B A E

Virtual Keyboard

Of course it doesn’t give you the rhythm but it might trigger something.

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