This feng shui fuck is my front door. A really rainy winter caused a bit of havoc with the wood, which expanded and contracted and then broke the glass. Add a lot of opening and closing (read:slamming) of said door and you’ve got this mess. I’ve recently convinced myself that if I get it fixed a lot of other shit will kind of fall into place. Unfortunately the quote to fix it was over 4k.
I used to think that I was a pretty patriotic person. I’m American as well as South African, and I always kind of thought I had that “patriotic love” for both countries. I don’t though. That’s not to say that I don’t love my country (or countries) it’s just that I don’t really want to see myself as a die-hard South African or a die-hard American. I certainly don’t wear stars or stripes and I don’t do the green and gold thing. I love my countries. But I am a citizen of the world. OR at the very least I want to be. My fandoms, however….*sigh*….those I have a lot of die-hard feelings about. Harry and The Doctor (who I sadly could not photograph) will have my undying love and affection forever.
So I’ve learned of late that creativity challenges are possibly not for me. I’ve done a lot of dreaming about what I’d like to be writing about and photographing, and felt a lot of resentment and annoyance when thinking about the stuff I am meant to be doing for “challenges”. Blegh. Kind of counter-productive.
So…the writing challenge I am definitely skipping. But yay for getting to share about my boob habits and some of my favourite words….right? At the moment it all feels creatively irrelevant to me. PLEASE don’t get me wrong – these kinds of things can be magical for one’s creativity sometimes. I like these sorts of things usually because they kind of remind you about yourself…which is something that needs doing from time-to-time. Writing challenges ask after your fears, your appreciations, your thoughts, plans, dreams. These are often good things to think about, especially if you’re usually too chaotic to give them any time. Sometimes a writer’s challenge which seems to be about one thing, will inadvertently teach you a whole other lesson. In my real life I live in a buzzy onslaught of thoughts that I should be getting down though. Attention must be given to those things which breed excitement. Attention must be given to the things which arrive at the right time.
As for photography challenges? I should really make an effort on those. For one: I’ve gotten my kids to do the July Challenge with me. At the moment they are winning!! So I will need to catch up lest I be shown up. Their energy makes me kind of excited about it. I also need the creativity nudge in this department because let’s face it: so far my new hobby has me taking a thousand pictures of my kid. It is time to move on from that comfort zone a bit.
Although…I do admit that Noah is probably going to feature a lot in this challenge as well anyway…
We kind of decided to give up on trying to get my eyes fixed today. Which kind of sucks because I was really looking forward to it, but is also kind of a relief because I can really not handle dealing with medical folks any more. I need a break. My husband needs a break too.
It’s funny how ridiculous these kinds of things can make you feel.
Here is the thing though:
We want to know exactly how much of this R15 000 procedure will be covered by our medical aid. They have agreed to pay for it out of our Medical Savings and have assured us that they have an agreement with The Eye & Laser Institute of Port Elizabeth which stipulates that they will charge Discovery clients at Discovery rates.
Confident of this we booked our first appointment, paid for it, and then discovered on claiming the money back that not all of it was covered.
I’m pretty sure most normal people don’t have five favourite words.
I happen to have three:
I love the way those words feel in my mouth. I love what they mean. I love how they sound.
If I have to choose two more I think they would have to be bubbles and discombobulated.
So a couple of friends are doing this Writer’s Bootcamp thing and I kind of thought about doing it and then thought I didn’t really feel like it and would rather take pictures, but I’m done taking pictures for today so I re-thought about it and decided to do both. We’ll see how long it last. Bet amongst yourselves if you wish…
I reckon I’m pretty much an open book most of the time so finding something that most people don’t know about me is a bit of a challenge. You can ask me anything and I will most likely be far more honest than you were hoping for. It can get a little awkward. I think I spent a very long childhood learning that being myself was mostly unacceptable (didn’t we all?) so I might accidentally overcompensate for that in my adulthood.
Anyway…. You might not know that I hardly ever wear bras. I suppose that might be weird for some folks but I have become really comfortable with it. I don’t have tiny breasts either, they’re pretty average-sized, so it’s not a case of not bothering with bras because I have nothing to put in them. I’m not really sure why I made the decision. Comfort mostly. I’ve since become kind of less horrified by the idea of having a nipple show through a t-shirt (seriously – it’s a nipple – get over it!) or a jersey, and I don’t think I’m even too worried that they’ll pop out of anything. They’re just breasts, right? I think they’re becoming perkier…although that could totally be my imagination….
This is my passageway. Those window frames have been up on the wall since just after we get married. I have been planning to put our wedding pictures in there for over two years now. I hate that they’re still empty. I really just need to find the money somewhere and sort it out. I think it will be gorgeous once it’s done. Funny enough the absolutely disgusting floor doesn’t bother me nearly as much. The floor won’t be getting any “fixing” attention any time soon.
So it seems that a whole boatload of my friends are doing a writing challenge on their blogs at the moment. It’s kind of fun seeing their individual responses to the challenges. I considered doing the writing challenge myself but then thought that since I’m having so much fun with photo-ing at the moment maybe I should do a photo challenge instead…
Here’s my problem though:
I truly am having so much fun playing with my camera (you can check out my results on tumblr). Poor Noah. He is so sick of me! I need to get a little more creative. Maybe let him play with his camera a bit while I play with mine. He seemed to respond well to me letting him take my picture yesterday. But photo challenges strike me as so….uncreative! I suppose if you’re brilliant you can turn any topic into a masterpiece. I certainly am void of that ability.
First, I’ve already bathed and am in my PJs and I have recently had to admit to myself that “taking a selfie” is not my forte. I SUCK properly at it. Luckily my camera has a screen that kind of flips out, so that helps. but still. I need to skip selfie’s for a while. Finding a selfie-less challenge was a challenge in itself. Another challenge was finding a challenge that wasn’t all American Summer themed.
Anyway: I found one that doesn’t suck (I’ll post it in the next post). So we’re gonna try it. And then maybe we’ll try another one sometime too
Happy eveninging, folks!
On Sunday morning the husband and I went to Art in the Park to indulge in our monthly springroll binge and we took my Momma Bear with us. She had great plans to buy many plants and books. I had plans to buy no books whatsoever, but had great plans for slipping into a food coma. Well, I accidentally bought five books (oops) and ma found no plants. But we both got to meet the cutest little cutie at the park and suddenly she lives with mom and everyone is just in love. The Animal Welfare Society folks are clever like that. They take their beautiful charges to the park and what are we supposed to do but fall in love?
Today we went to officially adopt her (having friends in high AWS places is convenient like that) and Mom and I discovered that in our little angels file she has been marked as “unwanted”. That makes me so sad. Here is this little tyke who has so quickly crept into all of our hearts (she’s supposed to be my mom’s but she lives at my house half the time too – much to the delight of my son) and I can’t imagine why anyone wouldn’t want her.
It makes me kind of sad to think that folks just get tired of their pets and then dump them. And she’s such a sweetie!
Anyway — adopting has become a regular thing in our family, and I must admit it is rather satisfying. There’s an undeniable softness to all our adopted pets. I wouldn’t really call myself an “animal person” but I love our little rescues. They’re grateful, protective and loving. And even though this new addition is not “mine” I feel proud that our family has rescued another little soul.
At the risk of sounding arrogant, it feels honourable.
Welcome to the family little one. I hope your new parents settle on a name for you soon!
In my attempt to try and lead a more creative life I decided to make Noah dress up on Saturday so that I could take some pics of him. He’s my favourite subject. I imagine at some point I will need to expand my horizons a little but for now I shall allow him to be my muse and model. He wasn’t particularly happy about it. You could tell he was just being polite. I think maybe next time I will have to dress up as well and then let him take some pictures of me.
I’m supposed to be working but instead I’m curled up next to my kid and thinking about happiness while I listen to him talk for his toys. The motorbike and the gorilla are having a heated conversation. In a foreign language.
I have become addicted to a website called MindBodyGreen lately. For the first time I feel like I am reading about lifestyle stuff that makes sense to me. They say that reading for 6 minutes a day can improve your overall happiness. I don’t think reading a Facebook timeline counts (in fact I’d go so far as to say that FB has the opposite effect) but I do kind of think that between discovering this particular website and my new obsession with Humans of New York a minuscule improvement to my happiness has taken place. (more…)