25.5.10

A very productive weekend

Thing Two is fond of asking "did you have a productive weekend?" when I speak with him Sunday night or Monday. Most of the time, the "yes" depends on your definition of "productive". For example, I think that reading a book (or two) and napping is really quite productive. YMMV.

This past weekend, however, was productive in the non-reading, non-napping sense, mainly because my parents were visiting. By the weekend's end, I'd*:

Gotten a new car

Weeded the Back 2 1/2 (feet, that is - the "plot" is perhaps 6"x5' max)
Planted impatiens in the Back 2 1/2

Bought two hanging plants

Hung a hanging plant holder on the deck

Fixed the screen door to the deck (I can now leave that door open)
Took delivery of my new, custom built and designed, mahogany-and-maple end table

Fixed the toilet in the guest bathroom

Left unfinished was setting up my new printer/scanner/copier and organizing my closets.

So yes, Thing Two, this was a very productive weekend!

(* by "I", I mean "most of this was done by my father as my mother and I looked on")

24.5.10

Notable Quotes

Patience is just procrastination without the anxiety.

Harry, MI-5

10.5.10

Notable Quotes

It wasn't that I actively disliked myself, just that I wasn't as interesting and find and noble a person as I'd thought I was. I used to think that all I needed was the opportunity, and I'd blossom, I'd flower, I'd spread my wings and fly... but discovered in the end that I was a weed, and that some buds just never open, and that some caterpillars were only ever worms with an identity crisis.

Iain Banks, Espedair Street

3.5.10

You don't know me, do you?

The other day at MPOW a colleague said to me that I was one of the least stressed people he'd met, that he'd never seen me stressed in the five years we'd known each other.

Say wha???

Me, not stressed?  Ever?  Really?

It could be that he's not paying close attention... or it could be that my way of stressing is less obvious than the ways in which he sees people stress (remember, we both work at a school, filled with teenage angst)... or it could be that my goal of not bringing That Stuff to work with me has been met.  Or it could be all three.  Because believe me, I do get stressed (just as The Things). 

Quaker Meeting does help, as does having The Boys around to cuddle before I head in to work every day.  But it's also important to me to not bring stress, or despair, or other non-sunshiney elements to work: it's not fair to my colleagues, it's not fair to my students.

Still... that anyone could suggest that I'm never stressed just makes me chuckle.