Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Obviosity

I'm sure most people were born knowing this, but it's taken me a lifetime to figure it out. And it's cost me a lot of grief, suffering, anxiety, misery, etc. So now I'm old and, like Sally Field, people like me. My psychiatrist told me that last week. I said
I wasn't sure I wanted to be liked for the reasons they liked me. Tough. I was working with a member director yesterday, weeding her collection and having a good time. She said that everyone likes it when I visit. puff, puff up my chest. I've been visiting several libraries lately and they all say things like that. I've changed a lot in the last few years. Changed the hard way, worked hard at it.
I'm worrying a lot about what someone thinks about me. Not just anyone, but a someone. At least it gives me something to think about.

Another water crisis. This time it barely bothers me. There's water everywhere--2 rain barrels full, a lake full, Holt's shower and washing machine, water in at camp, unlimited access to Ken's and Linda soon to arrive. I would like water this weekend, though, as I have a long list of things I'm hoping to clean. Many of which require water. But I'm a resourceful Little House on the Prairie girl. As opposed to a Donner Party girl. Anyway, here's my lesson for today

You get more of what you have.

When you feel friendly, people want to be your friend. When you feel sexy, people are attracted to you. When you feel confident, others have confidence in you.

This truth is cruel because so often, you want others to give you what you feel you’re lacking. It’s when you’re feeling isolated and awkward that you want people to be friendly. When you’re feeling ugly, you want someone to tell you how sexy you are. When you’re feeling insecure, you wish someone would express confidence in you.

Act the way I want to feel.

First, although we think we act because of the way we feel, often we feel because of the way we act. So by acting the way we wish we felt, we can change our emotions – a strategy that is uncannily effective.

Second, the world’s reaction to us is quite influenced by the way we act toward the world. For example, in situation evocation, we spark a response from people that reinforces a tendency we already have — for example, if I act irritable all the time, the people around me are going to treat me with less patience and helpfulness, which will, in turn, stoke my irritability. If I can manage to joke around, I’ll evoke a situation in which the people around me were more likely to joke around, too.

Goethe wrote: “I have come to the frightening conclusion that I am the decisive element. It is my personal approach that creates the climate. It is my daily mood that makes the weather.”


Tuesday, May 05, 2009

may bog 011


may bog 011
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
We went for a bog walk Sunday morning at 7. Peaceful but, to some quadrapeds it could have been daunting.

dot leads


dot leads
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It takes a brave, brave kittie to go first. Dot is no scaredie cat.

dot waits


dot waits
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They finally arrive


They finally arrive
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Those who lag behind miss the good stuff

dot the bear


dot the bear
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
She only ever climbs about 5' up, but she does it really, really fast, then jumps down.

may bog 016


may bog 016
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Dewey Clark was the uncle of a friend of mine. Dottie didn't know that but she was willing to be his friend anyway.

they are slow


they are slow
Originally uploaded by woodsrun

exhaustion


exhaustion
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a trip like that--leading, waiting, climbing, being someone's friend, can just wear you right out.

stinking benjamin


may bog 018
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
The purple trillium is in bloom. well, in one place.
It's also called stinking benjamin, by a very few people

Friday, May 01, 2009

What a difference a day makes

Yes, I'm better today. A miserable ride home yesterday, but cleansing, I guess. There are some things making me sad besides the absence of Ken, but I miss him and when I think of him I cry. I know I'll get through this, but realizing that I do this alone (but then we're all alone, aren't we) is both empowering and daunting. I'm up to it, don't worry. Anyway, when I got home I finally perked up enough to wash the HUGE piled high sink full of dishes before going to the lake. The dogs like it there. It was windy enough so the black flies, in evidence at home, weren't there. The lake was quiet, only a looning loon making noise. I got cheerful and tried to read but the breeze kept blowing out the candles. I always go to sleep early there, very therapeutic.

Monday we're putting Ken in the ground. We have to wait until the ground thaws here, and Bill was able to convince the priest to put if off a bit. I'm taking the day off and expect to shed lots of tears. It's supposed to be 60 and sunny, which should be a little cheery. Maybe it won't be as bad as I fear, and I'll have the afternoon to do whatever I want. I'm sure I'll have recovered by then.

Today I'm ready to face the world. I was supposed to go to E'town to weed the oversized non-fiction but I called in short-handed in the department (one person isn't here) because I just didn't feel like going. BAD LIBRARIAN. I rescheduled, leaving a message on the machine. let's see if she listens to her messages. Instead I'll do some peaceful cataloging. I have to catalog a ton of complicated RLStevenson stuff but at least I'll be sitting at my desk instead of crawling around on the floor with my sinus headache. I'm going to get my shy and fearful goldfish (Flip) a companion, hoping that will help him relax. Misery loves company, eh Flip? He hides behind a picture nearly all day and hasn't figured out that food falls on top of the water. Easily intimidated. Not my kind of pet. yes, I miss Leroy. he was my pal--we understood each other for sure.

What's up this weekend? I posted a computer desk on Freecycle and got an answer from someone who turned out to be the daughter of the man who worked for my grandfather. She wants it for her grandchildren. She and I talk to each other every few years. We had a nice conversation last night, arranging for her to pick the desk up Sat. morning. Her life hasn't turned out very well lately--terribly bad back problems, several surgeries. A daughter addicted to painkillers who keeps having surgeries that require follow up treatment with painkillers every time she gets straight. I remember how much Eugene (Rikki's father) adored his granddaughter and know he'd be so troubled by her life now. He died shortly after my grandfather did--he was totally devoted to my grandfather. Much the way Steve was to Ken, but for decades instead of months. Anyway, I've know Rikki for a long, long time. Funny how these things work out.

Other things--maybe garden work, but if the black flies are out that will be a challenge. Soon I'll have to mow my lawn. Rush & Annie will be here so there will be an evening with them. Sunday my book group meets. I have Rachel Getting Married to watch. I have The Beet Queen to read. I have lots of gardening to do. I have morning glory seeds to plant. indoors. laundry. So there's enough to keep me distracted and happy. Or cheerful. Interacting with other people. I'll just warn R & A that I cry a lot. But I always laugh a lot with them. We have really nice visits.

It would be good to walk the dogs in the bog. bog dogs. Again, depends on black flies. bf's.

On to The Spiderwick Chronicles Goblins attack, then Troll Trouble.

dawn 0428 014


dawn 0428 014
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
I've been spending time in the boat house. Like last night--just wanted not to be at home. Home seemed like a sad environment and it was warm enough to be by the water. I was right, I cheered up, all bundled up and looking at the lake.

This was the beginning of the sunrise Tues. morning. I spent Monday night there, too. When it's warm enough (like, say 60) I stay there--to get out of the house, to feel lucky that I can be there, to enjoy being there, to feel nested.

Anyway, first it was blue.

golden


dawn 0428 007
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
Then it got golden--not much color but it's always pretty.

molly's shoreline


molly's shoreline
Originally uploaded by woodsrun
And, finally, Molly's shoreline. Next to the boat house.