Saturday, September 20, 2014

you are invited

“Nothing annoys people so much as not receiving invitations.” 
― Oscar WildeThe Importance of Being Earnest


I have been healing, but I have also been busy! I want you to come so badly and I did not want you to be annoyed! So please join me at my new space! It's gonna be tons of fun. . .
I think! 

Knee Deep in Weeds


thanks so much for all you support!
xoxoox

Sunday, September 14, 2014

weekending. . .

"Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. 
Life is so endlessly delicious." ~ Ruth Reichl 


I have a fairly high tolerance for pain. I have been told this many times in my life. Physical pain that is; mental pain turns me into mush; burnt mush, all crusty around the edges and dried out.  So I really had no idea how much my hip hurt until it didn't. Suddenly everything is better. 

Today is day five and I feel good both physically and mentally. And I feel as if somewhere between the sweet kid, who told me to lean on him as the anesthesiologist  gave me a spinal, and waking up in the recovering room, I grew wiser. Do you think this is possible? It is like all the little things, that I had made into mountains before, really do not matter any more. Life seems easier and bit more clear. 

I imagine all of this is somewhat normal right? I also imagine it will start to fade in time and I don't want that to happen. So what I want from you are some ideas on how to hold on to it. They can be first hand knowledge ideas, or things you think might work. Dig deep and give me some suggestions.  Help me come up with a game plan to hold on to this feeling even if it just tiny portions of it,  as I feel I have been given a do-over here and I don't want to screw it up. 

Thanks for all the well wishes, the prayers the personal emails and for being here, reading this, right now. It means so much to me. 

hope your weekend is a good one, 
fall is here and she sure is dressed to kill 
here in the PNW! 
xooxox 

Monday, September 8, 2014

capturing moments. . .

“A good snapshot keeps a moment from running away.” 
― Eudora Welty


Over the weekend I made my way through all the lake photos; about 500 of them. I had already done some weeding when I uploaded them and again when I got ready to post process.  I did not post process them all, but I did save them all. I worked on making a time capsule, which is really a lovely name for a short video. If you have not taken  Xanthe Berkeley's  Creating Time Capsules class you should! She has a class coming up in October. 

All in all I used just about 100 photos and a few video clips in this latest capsule from both my phone and my big girl camera. The thing I love about these little time capsules, besides making them, is that they are a way of preserving a moment, a day, a holiday, a season, a special occasion, in a manner that most people will watch. My kids would never sit at my computer and go through 500 photos of our trip to the lake. They would not go through 100! And while I will make a book and they may look at it once or twice, the time capsules I do, get watched over and over. In fact just a while ago my daughter-in-law told me she had looked the the Christmas one I did a couple of years ago again and we talked about it.


I did this one in iMovie on my new Mac. The others I have done were done in Windows Movies maker. Both are easy to use and operate just about the same. So don't think you need some fancy software. If I can do it, you can. And Xanthe really breaks it all down so well, you can just work right along with her. 

If you are looking for a great winter class to take, jump in! At least head over and take a look at the magic Xanthe does.




the lake 2014 from Cathy Sly on Vimeo.


i hope your week is grand, 
xoxoox 

Sunday, September 7, 2014

goodnight weekending. . .

"Goodnight stars, goodnight air, goodnight noises everywhere." 
~ Margaret Wise Brown, Goodnight Moon


It has been one of those kinds of weeks. . . busy and full and a bit frustrating. I had to come off some of my meds in preparation for surgery and boy my hip hurts! I have spent lots of time sitting in chairs telling people what to do next. Not fun. 



It has given me a whole new outlook on people who have to live with chronic pain and limitations. I have to remember not to take my frustration out on those trying to help me.  If you are one of them and I have pissed you off, please forgive me! I do appreciate all your kindness and help. 



I had some girlfriends over for dinner this week and I made this chicken to have on pita bread with hummus and tzatziki. It was easy and so good. This is the third time I have made this chicken. I didn't grill it this time, just threw it in my cast iron skillet and cooked it up; making it even easier. 



I also made a peach cobbler with some peaches that were about to turn. It made a pretty good breakfast. I have spent a lot of time on my computer too, learning iMovie and surfing. I came across this interesting article about  Goodnight Moon which I have read at least a thousand times. 



Getting out to take a few photos each day is the only thing that gets me out of the house now. I look for interesting things in the confines of the back yard, well the front yard in this case.  I have had four photos hit explore on flickr this week, so I guess there is goodness and beauty to be found without leaving home. 



I took this at breakfast last weekend. We have a running joke around our house how Brandon always has his eyes closed. I took three and they were closed in all of them. But that is okay, he is still adorable. I love these kids, their smiles, their laughter and their kindness. Jordan will be home today, or tomorrow and all my ducks will all be in or around my pond for a few weeks. 

i hope your week held some surprises and some calm. . . 
xoxoo 

Friday, September 5, 2014

picking up speed. . .


"Just remember, when you’re over the hill, 
you begin to pick up speed." 
— Charles M. Schulz


We are home. The keys are turned in and a change of address has been filed. The cable boxes have been returned and the phone disconnected. We are home, real home and it is bittersweet. Bittersweet because he will still be working on the east side for at least another year and so the big commute starts again. Bittersweet because we won't be together full time; but we are home, real home and our time together will be full of friends and family and home. 



The three years I was away taught me things. It brought healing and focus and helped me step back a bit and let go of some bad habits. It helped me grow confident and move forward finding passions to replace what had always been my drive before; motherhood. It helped me to see that so much of what I worried about was and is out of my control, and yet I often let it rule my life. So I have learned to work hard at letting go of things I can't control and putting my trust into God's hands. I have come to understand the only thing I really can control are my choices. I have learned that feelings can't be controlled and that it is okay to feel them but that there are tools I can use to tame them so they don't consume my life.


This move, and being away from many of my close friends and our family, helped me to grasp that it is people not things that make my life full, but also understand that I like being alone at times and that is okay. And he and I learned that we get along just fine when it is just the two of us. I learned to not be so judgmental and I learned just how important it is to listen, even if I don't fully agree or understand. It is important to be heard. 



I learned that is really best to let go of things and people who don't bring out the best in me, because in the long run it only leads to frustration and sometimes even meanness, which is never okay. I understand it is okay to turn and walk away from situations that don't puritan to me and that this does not mean I don't care, but that I am staying within my hula hoop. Again it is important for me to listen and give advice only if it is wanted. 



I learned that not everyone has to understand why I do something or why I live the way I do, or understand how strong some of my passions are. This does not mean that don't respect or love me. I also learned that it is okay to nurture myself and set aside time to work on things that are important to me and tell others no or not right now. 

I have learned that often simple is better for me anyway, than elaborate and that the first apples of the season and good cheese make a perfect dinner when I am busy with life. 

what do you have planned for the weekend? 
xoox