I have retired the Platypus Directive, and am in a new season of my life over at
So, join me there!
I have retired the Platypus Directive, and am in a new season of my life over at
So, join me there!
After over 21 years together, you would think that by now Ben and I would have traveled together on an airplane…just the two of us…at least once.
It didn’t occur to us, until we were seated on the plane, that this was actually the first time we had ever done this.
Which is crazy.
So, after waiting all this time, if you think we did not take full advantage of this occasion…you are very, quite sorely mistaken!
Breakfast of champions. In Economy, of course.
Within a few hours, we went from a car, to a boat, to an airplane, and now we are on a train. Or Bart…
Boy, the skies are sunny in CA during December! Selfies while Ben is working.
Finally done with work (for the night), and off to the Palace Hotel for cocktails!
(He brought me back Buffalo Trace, because he is a good man)
(also a shot of one of my favorite dresses)
My feet are still swollen.
Home is better.
There may be many things I can do in my life very well. I just spent a good amount of time researching winter vegetable recipe ideas, and have made an amazing B/L/D menu to last us throughout the remainder of the month.
This, I can do.
However, decorating a Christmas tree is not one of the things I excel in…
I have no idea what I’m doing.
In the past, I have tried to get ornaments that match…but 90% of the plastic ornaments I still have don’t have the tops anymore. I have no idea what alternate universe they have transported themselves to, since they should be on the ornament, but they are all gone.
I have these long tinsel things (“rope?”), but they are all broken in pieces for some reason.
Fortunately, we have a star for the top, and that’s somethin’….
But when I woke up this morning and came downstairs, only to see my very sad, pathetic, totally ugly tree that would even make Charlie Brown cringe , I realized I needed some help.
Here are some ideas I’ve found:
Well, that’s what I got! What are you doing??
Cross Fit has certainly been the fad that quickly evolved into a fitness staple. I really thought it would go the way of the fad of Sweating to the Oldies, or the fad of Jazzercise.
Maybe it will in time, but for now: it is here to stay.
I am not really one for exercising. I should be. I need to be. But it is just so boring. And hard. But mostly boring.
So, when a gym is using an oversized tractor tire covered in sawdust and placed on a 6 foot tall step for starting out…heaven knows my puny arms can’t lift that thing. I have trouble with my overstuffed kitchen trashbag. And my reach of box jumping is limited to small Amazon boxes we’ve left on the porch in front of the door, because we’ll get to it later.
Now, fortunately, I have found tons of things around me that I am sure…I am certain…is the equivalent of CrossFit training.
Let me introduce you to the new exercise trend: Forest Cross Fit!
Wash forest cat in the bathtub. Make sure to comb the moss out!
Extra! Wash Cocker Spaniel, who has the love of rolling in every patch of dirt, moss, branches, dirt, fleas, dirt and leaf piles in the forest and has a long winter coat with the absorbency of an industrial sponge. Make sure you squeegee the tub after, or you are going to grow an ecosystem overnight.
Calories Burned: 1500
Dragging 2 overfilled trash bins downhill along the gravel driveway, and 1/4mile down a gravel road to the pick up spot.
Extra! It just rained, so there is very squishy mud and potholes in the dirt road.
Calories Burned: 5,000
This is what I call “Hey, let’s go for a hike!”
This one is where you think you are going through a walk in the forest on some trail that begins as clearly marked, and turns into a Nickelodeon obstacle course. The trail might be easy to see at first, but there was a small storm yesterday so now there are 3 fallen trees, a small ravine, 2 rock cliffs to climb down, and 3 slippery logs your Bogs Boots are going to slide right off, leaving you slightly impaled by cedar branches.
And then you have to turn around and go back.
Calories Burned: 1,000,000…minus 500, for the make-up ice cream afterwards.
So, you see? Exercise can be fun, and painful! You just have to find the fun 🙂
You may have noticed that once September landed upon us, as a lead weight of freshly sharpened pencils, my writing went from daily, to weekly, to nothing.
Which made me rather sad, if I am going to be honest. I enjoyed writing every day. I loved writing ridiculous top 5 lists, or bagging on current issues. It was fun for a while, and I am glad to have done it.
However, I have had to put some priorities in order since September, as I, apparently, do not have an unlimited amount of time during the day. If it was up to me, days would last 48 hours and I would have energy to get through at least 40 of those hours before finally passing out and getting my beauty rest.
Unfortunately to us all, this is not the case. I have, at most, 12 hours to get things done during the day. If I plan things very, very well.
So, what am I doing, if I am not blogging? There must be something earth-shakingly important that would draw me away from the Platypus Directive!
These two things are the earth-shakingly important reasons:
It might not seem like it, but all that takes up an insane amount of your day. For reals.
2. The websites I had been writing for shifted gears, and their conversations were not the same conversations I was involved with.
So…I have just been focusing on raising kids, making meals, occasional laundry, and Ben.
This disclaimer out of the way, I need to make it very, abundantly clear:
I have not stopped writing.
For verily, I have a book in the works.
And I am almost 35,000 words in.
And it will be beautiful.
So fear not, my friends! Something greater than blogging is on the horizon 🙂
I love cold, rainy days.
I think cold rainy days are fantastic, because it draws everyone closer together. People stay inside and find things to do with each other, and it becomes a warm and cozy environment.
Well, unless some people just got new raincoats and they need to go outside and break them in…
And hot dogs.
Listen, these things are *fantastic* hot comfort food for a Sunday afternoon 🙂
Autumn is by far, my favorite season.
I love the wide range of colors. I love the wide range of sounds. I love the coming of crisp mornings. I love the seasonal foods.
Autumn is just the best.
So, how happy am I that I am living in an area that actually looks like autumn?? It might be a little autumn in California, but it is very autumn up here. Trust me, I am loving. it.
These are some pictures from my neck of the woods 🙂
Granted, it might be a while.
But that’s what I’m shooting for. I figure why not.
From what I see, my short story needs to be about 7,000wc, and I have 5,000wc already…which makes me super excited. Because after another day of writing I get to edit.
And I love editing. (no I don’t)
I just feel like writing something different these days. Fiction, it is!
Why, yes! I would love to accept the prestigious award for author of the millennium! Thank you!
I am doing things.
And I am finishing things (thank goodness).
But these days, I feel like I am barely keeping up. Not with my schedule, but with my expectations.
My accomplished tasks for today have been…
• Make iron skillet buttermilk biscuits from scratch for breakfast.
• Check email/news.
• Get math going for the kids downstairs.
• Take a shower.
• Check on the kids and figure out they have been messing around while I was in the shower. Move my laptop and coffee into the schoolroom and supervise math. Scores suddenly go from 70% to 90% (not a big surprise).
• Finish 2 lessons of math, while the younger kids watch Reading Rainbow.
• Take a break and do laundry/dishes.
• Make burritos for lunch
• Get back to Language Arts, make phonics cards for younger kids.
• Clean chicken coop, rake old straw out, restock water, food and fresh straw.
• Do another load of laundry.
• Find lost binder, finish literature.
• Sweep house.
• Put older kids on computers for schoolwork.
• Put chicken in the oven.
• Collect all trash and take it outside.
• Do phonics card games with younger kids.
• Make another pot of coffee.
• Find iPad, and sit down with coffee.
• Find husband in the house all of a sudden. Drink coffee on porch.
• Suddenly realize I needed to do a “Who Am I” poster for two kids for school tomorrow.
• Write list of what I remember doing today, so I don’t feel like I have done nothing and am constantly falling behind on accomplishing anything, and failing my family by letting them all down because I can’t keep my head above water.
Maybe if I was sitting in Starbucks, drinking a macchiato and listening to Bob Dylan music, I would think I was relaxing.
But, when I am sitting at my kitchen table and typing…all I can see are things I have not done.
The floor is not mopped.
The dishes are not completely finished.
The bathrooms have not been bleached.
Upstairs has not been vacuumed.
The himalayas of clean laundry have definitely not been folded.
The quilt I just sewed doesn’t have an edging yet.
I haven’t finished 2 writing projects I wanted to get to.
The list just goes on and on. And, it is a neverending list that will continue to go on, as long as there is still breath in my body.
So, for now, I will make one cup of Irish coffee, and just relax.
I still have tomorrow, and there will be time for everything.
For now, I am okay.
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