really exciting to post today, yet I often think of this song by Simon and Garfunkel – especially when I am driving. My husband mentions that we need to make a stop at the grocer on the way home.
Of course dear, we should! The cats need more wet food.
Then the wide neuropath freeway in my brain takes over and I go into remote mode. Remote? Not sure if that’s the correct word or not; but whatever it is, I am a block away from the house when he says, “honey, where are you headed?”
Why, home!
Oops, doubleback to the grocer.
I believe that habits are good; just sometimes annoying.
So part of me wonders if you are humming this tune.
Added later: Autopilot, that’s the word I wanted. Autopilot and the remote are distant cousins. 😀
Many have their own attachment to this now trademarked event. My attachment is NOT basketball. Mine is: Spring Cleaning. This week’s project was my email inbox.
So thrilled was I at the end of the day when I believed all those luscious favorite entrepreneurs would now appear on my pinterest account and not in my inbox! YES!! Wooo hooo!!!!
Not.
Now I get email notices of pins and tweets!Huh?
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Faithful followers and those I follow, thank you for sharing the wealth of knowledge and information in the virtual stream of commerce! Thank you, thank you! I’m still wrapping my brain around all this.
Oh and by the way, when I last checked, there are fifty of you “following” me!
Why thank you so much, really! {curtsey, side-nod, BLUSH …exit…blowing kisses from behind the curtain! xox).
’til next time!
P.S. I am sure there is a setting to stop those notices also…going to find them.
I’ve had plenty of opportunity this week for several titles during my random thoughts and not so random activity. But first,
“Boomers and Traditionals” – granted, I’ve recently been freed from twenty years in a cubicle, and I declare, I heard these two words used together for the first time last Thursday! I accepted an invitation to and attended the Women’s Conference “Be Bold and Thrive” held on the USC campus. A terrific full day, with women, chatter, brainstorm and ideas, inspiration and bold coffee. My take-away? Boomers & Traditionals, by golly, that’s us. My partner and I – to the “T.”
Sharing a chuckle with you … shaken, not stirred circled around in my thoughts yesterday when we together began our first attempt to “chalk paint” the baker’s rack in our patio. He, of course had gone into the house for something just after I had opened the can of black paint and began to mix it using the pointy base of a burnt out 1.5 foot solar light. (yes, you read that right, the alleged solar light hasn’t sat upright in the sun enough to gain it’s solar vita-D battery charge; it was ugly to boot; and I had no other object with which to stir nearby).
Anyway, the paint was really thick and started as a gorgeous fuschia! (stay with me). Stir, stir. “Self, this is pretty and all, but it’s not turning black.” stir, stir…Hmm. shaken…”maybe I can get him to shake this as certainly there’s some benefit to”…has it really been that long since I’ve painted? “Ah, Bond. James Bond…the phrase had nothing to do with paint.”
Long story short: upon full execution, the paint was olive green, the quaint old can was black; and I judged a book by it’s color.
Yesterday, I attended my first ever “gem faire.” Awesome beauty of all the various rocks, gems and jewelry couple with pretty cool prices. Their reflection of light intensified their loveliness.
BTW: Given my last post and my personal situation, I have made a decision: trudistreasures will stay trudistreasures as a blog – for now and continue research.
There’s another amazing rock in my life, my man. He’s incredible. Each day he comes up with a creative way of problem solving. He’s taken a lot of risks in his life and has an approach to life that in 15 years of knowing him, I still learn. He’s no victim, though life has dished him a few opportunities to be one.
We’ll be celebrating 10 years of marriage in June. Yes, the “M” word. My best risk ever: saying yes! Quite a partnership: living, learning and loving (and not always liking).
Protest the Chaos with Splashes of beauty 