Sunday, November 13, 2005

Monday, November 07, 2005

No good title comes to mind, yet.....



This is the piano that I have not touched in months. I love to play the piano. Mind you, I'm not good at it. In fact, I am surprised that I love to play the thing. When I was little, I hated playing it. I hated taking piano lessons, hated my teacher, hated practicing. Hated everything about the piano. Especially hated that my mom wanted me to take lessons. But now, almost 40 years later, I'm really glad she forced me to take lessons and didn't let me quit for a long time. It's too bad that I'm not a natural at it. I don't have the natural inner musical thing that makes great musicians. Or even decent musicians. When I play, the song is dead. I can't breathe life into it. I think thats because I get creatively constipated. I know I've used that in this post before, but I think it is what happens to me when I want to express myhself from that deeper place in me and then I can't seem to get there, or the deeper stuff can't seem to get out.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

CopyCat

I saw this in another post and thought I'd add it here:
You google this: "'your name' needs" and then here goes:

I saw when I googled Sue needs:

a home...I already have one and am working on another.
to redeem some of the iou's owed to her...Who owes me???? Pay Up Already!
to grow up...Oh please!!!!!!!!!
to defend herself...I do a fine job of that. Ask my relatives.
to have a swarm of little kids...Yes, I would like that.
a show...what kind?
translation of an Appalachian phrase. (I don't understand this one!)
to learn how to pick up the phone and call people for answers! Oh trust me, I do this.

Go ahead, you try it.
I read in another blog something I should have already known...to blog is to free associate! YES! I SHOULD HAVE ALREADY KNOWN THIS! So...I will free associate....

I am sitting at my desk in my computer room waiting for my next client to arrive. I see my clients in my "office" and do my paperwork in my "computer room". Thankfully, my office is clean. My computer room, on the other hand , is not. I have papers strewn every which way. I have tried, on numerous occasions, and with help, to get it organized and cleaned up. I go through spurt where I will spend lots of time filing all the papers away, throwing out a ton of junk, but by the end of a week, okay, maybe 2 if I've been good, things are all messy and disorganized again. I don't get it. I say I want a clean room, but I don't keep it that way. A friend was over yesterday and we had a long discussion about it. She says she just takes care of things in the moment. She never leaves until later what she can do right now. Well, isn't that special?!? That does not work for me.

You see, in between sessions with my clients I need time to clear my head and rejuvenate myself. Sometimes I even have to use the lavatory. So, I don't have time in between each session to file my notes, or to even write them. Nor do I have time to file all the other papers that have collected throughout the day, week, month, year etc. Sometimes I just like to play a good challenging game of solitaire. So, my computer room stays a mess.

I did go out and buy some organizing helpers...like file baskets, a couple of drawer things to store paperclips, junk and etc. Plus a put up a few shelves. The room looks much nicer even since I've had it painted. But its still a mess.

I need help! I need my very own Martha Stewart!

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

I'm walkin on sunshine!

What a fun evening last night. All the little kiddies coming over to get treats, and sometimes, tricks, dressed up in their cute costumes. I didn't even mind the big "kiddies" only dressed in half costumes. I just insisted they ask for their goodies in the appropriate, time-honored, halloween tradition..."Trick or Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!" And then I insisted they say thank-you. How did I do that? you ask...by saying, in a very firm way, YOU'RE WELCOME! and if they didn't get the not-so-subtle hint, I would repeat it. and Repeat it, until they did get it and say in their very sheepish way, "Thanks." I didn't mind that they were feeling embarassed. If their parents didn't teach them good manners, then I will take the task on myself! And so I did.