OH...WHAT A PEACEFUL MORNING

I am having the loveliest day despite the fact that I didn't get out of the big girl sleigh bed until after 1pm! I know, I know...not a good thing, but I am having sleeping issues, and despite my very best attempts to get on a "normal" schedule, I find myself starting out well, but awake for several hours between 2-10 am.

Now Betty, before you come for me, every single one of my docs has explained that sleep issues are part of being me at the moment, and that unless I need to fly a plane full of puppies out of a burning countryside, or drive school children through morning rush traffic...

Let it be. Ride it out. Practice good sleep hygiene. It'll pass.

So in that spirit, I had my morning beverages...apple juice, a vat of iced water, and a proper cup of damn good, and I read the second chapter of Ulysses and the analysis of it on ulyssesguide.com (which is absolutely fantastic). 

A painting crew has set about the huge task of painting the exterior of our apartment complex, so for several weeks we've been hearing lots of ladders banging and taping and such, and yesterday they finished refreshing our balcony.

I forgot how much I love sitting out there! Rich goes out every afternoon to listen to his radio and enjoy a cigar, but for me it was going out in the evening and reading in the rocking chair. Despite the fact that it was still warm, there was the most beautiful breeze, and the humidities were blessedly low! 

Bliss.

The big huge Penguin History of the World is for Spinster School. I had to abandon ship when Louis happened, but I'm ready to jump back in next week. I think I'm going to use World History as the primary "class" and maybe go down little rabbit holes as I come to a certain period that strikes my fancy. So, for example, if I'm reading about the Middle Ages, maybe I take a little detour through the art, music, literature, and culture of the time. 

Just a thought.

I'm going to stick with Ulysses, too, and hope to always have a Shakespeare play going so that by the end of the day I don't feel like this is a chore, but rather a complete pleasure. It's not formal, kids. Just a portly, broken down old Spinster trying to keep her mind active and her days productive. I figure an hour or two here and there is much better for me than incessant doom scrolling.

So that's it, In addition to adding chores and some daily movement into the mix...my days are finally starting to take shape. My evenings have alway been pretty good...stitching or coloring or diamond painting, etc...so now I've got a daytime lineup that matches.

I'll leave you with a funny little thing I found while looking for pictures of pretty stitching. It's some kind of gizmo/site where you can create a portrait of yourself in various styles. 

Here's what I came up with:

 (I wish I could have figured out how to change the martini glass to a coffee cup!)

(Stewey, I think, would have loved this...life size...over the fireplace.)

I'm going to sign off for the weekend. In the spirit of trying to get things done, I have plans of housecleaning and bookshelf dusting (but not on the step-stool...I promise). I hope your days are equally as blissful, and that whatever blows your skirt up is there in abundance! What is that for you? Come tell me all about it!

I'M GOING IN...

Dearies, if you've been dropping by, you've probably wondered what's up with me and the reading.

The truth is...I've always been a reader, but thanks to a couple of podcasts and Moby Dick, I find myself going more in a Classics direction, with a bit of Literary Fiction thrown in as a palate cleanser.

Until now, I have never contemplated reading my next book, because I fell into the trap of thinking it's just to "hard" for me:

But as I was scrolling my eyeballs out on the YouTubes, a Harvard professor named Adam Walker told me otherwise. Instead of pouring over it and studying every word, line, and nuance of this book...he told me to just.read.it. Don't worry if it doesn't make sense. Don't worry if I don't get it. Just. Read. It.

(The professor's rationale is that scholars spend their entire academic careers dissecting this, and there is plenty of analysis to help one do a deep dive. But for a first read...just jump in and enjoy it and know that you will find new things and revelations every time you re-read it, and that there will be nothing like your first time through.)

So in I go...armed with nothing but a cold brew and a wink to the heavens for Professor Cronin...my Senior Thesis mentor at Notre Dame. (We had to write this Senior Thesis as part of the graduation requirement from the Program of Liberal Studies...a fact that terrified me from the moment I stepped into the first PLS class.) 

Professor Cronin had long since retired by the time I put pen to paper, but I honestly think the other professors realized that he was the only one who would know what to do with me.

And he did. He was the most delightful, brilliant, kind, lovely person I could have hoped for. He knew how far out of my depth I was in my program, so he used a firm yet gentle hand while guiding me through a look at Daisy Miller by Henry James. Our meetings were often luncheons at the Morris Inn with his lovely wife, and it was there that I first learned what "courtliness" meant by seeing a living, breathing example of it across the table from me. 

So, cheers to you, Professor Cronin! It took me almost forty years, but here I go!

(I thought this was a lovely remembrance from Notre Dame Magazine after his passing):

EDWARD J. CRONIN ‘38, a legendary professor in the Program of Liberal Studies who taught at Notre Dame for nearly 50 years, passed away on Christmas Day at age 88. He so loved what he taught —literature, especially James Joyce’s Ulysses — that in class he would often read aloud a line from a book and ask, “Isn’t that beautiful?” He said his wish was to die sitting on a bench at the Grotto reading Dickens. He actually was at a local nursing home when he died. The PLS professor was a demanding teacher, nicknamed B-minus Cronin by students because of his high standards and tough grading. As one former student recalls, he would return “themes” in a box labeled “Garbage Out” placed outside his office in the basement of the library. Students were admonished to pick up the papers quickly so as not to violate a city code prohibiting the leaving of garbage in a public place for longer than 48 hours. The devoutly Irish—he referred to Ireland as “the Holy Land” —and Catholic professor was always available to talk with students, though. He referred to these conferences as “confessions.” His teaching was so valued that it wasn’t unusual to hear a student remark, “I’ve got to get my Cronin course before I graduate.” He was a member of the regular faculty from 1949 until he retired in 1981 but continued to teach one course a semester until 1998, when he suffered a stroke. His focus on teaching rather than published research recalled an earlier age for academia, and he was old-fashioned in many other regards. Women were encouraged to wear skirts in class and men to remove their caps and hold the doors open for women. In 1983 the Program of Liberal Studies established the Edward J. Cronin Award for the best-written paper turned in as part of routine departmental course work. The professor himself would present the award at an annual dinner and make a show out of carefully opening the envelope and reading every word on the page, even the letterhead, to draw out the suspense. This year will be the first that the award is presented without him.

MAKING PROGRESS!

 

A quiet, sleepy, hot, hazy, stormy, stitchy Monday. Just what this Spinster needed!

WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE A MONDAY?

 I just cannot get my wits about me today. Everything is blurry and I keep thinking it's Monday morning, and I must have had an adventurous weekend that has left me befuddled.

Oh well.

Here's progress on Mini Moon:

And here's the next read after finishing Jude the Obscure and having to process it for a few days:

Yes...I know it's not a "Classic", but Jude knocked me out. Honestly...I did NOT expect it to have such a strong impact, but it did, and I needed a minute to recover and then something a bit different after.

I'm still looking forward to the return of Spinster School. I was going at a pretty good pace before surgery, so it's time to get back in the saddle in that regard.

Speaking of surgery...it was exactly six months ago. I feel like I've made good progress, but know that  I still have a fair bit of distance to go!

So Happy Whatever The Day it happens to be, Dearies! Are you well and safe and happy and joyful? Come tell me all about it!

AAAAHHHH...THAT FEELS BETTER

My poor stitchy mojo has been so non-existent lately that I feared it had fled the coop forever. But...thanks to my fifteen minute rule (*) I am happy to report that I am back in the saddle.

I had this lovely project kitted up in the cube room studio, and if memory serves me, I picked it up a few years ago during a Guild trip to the House of Stitches. I promised myself that I would only purchase things in kits, which meant chart, fabric, and threads...and that resulted in an easy decision for a fast start up.

The first step in getting ready for a new start is to create/organize my thread pallet. This means that I basically put little labels with the chart symbols onto a felted surface so that I can hold my working threads and not spend time fishing strands out of the storage pouch or off of cards or out of skeins.

See? Now all I have to do is look at the symbol, strip off a ply, and get to it.

Then I find my bling...these are some of my favorites, and since it's still very summery they seemed still appropriate.

And then we make a start! This was as much as I got done this afternoon while doing six loads of laundry and ordering our monthly household supplies from the Targets.

 And here's where I ended tonight! I hope I don't jinx myself for the rest of the project, but I'm thrilled with the amount of progress I made!

What a happy Sunday, Dearies! I got to spend some quality time with my Jersey Boy, my needle and thread, and some Dots Snack Mix that was somehow part of the household supply delivery.

(*) The fifteen minute rule is that I tell myself I only have to do something for fifteen minutes before giving up or switching to something else. 

 

ZERO STARS. DO NOT RECOMMEND.

Rage cleaning the kitchen for three hours on a 90 degree Monday with one kidney, no thyroid, and no colon?

As I said to Stewey before throwing my Mr Clean Magic Eraser across the room...

WHAT THE BLEEPITY BLEEPITY BLEEP BLEEP AM I DOING?!?!

Oh, Dearies, gone are the days when I was able to clean the house like an Amish woman, do the laundry, change the bed, do the groceries, and cook for the week and not only live to tell the tale...but put on the denim mini and go dance the night away. (*)

I was bemoaning this fact out loud to my Jersey Boy, when he politely reminded me that he reads this here blog, and as far as he can tell I haven't been able to clean the house like and Amish woman, etc since I was in my twenties. That would mean it's been FORTY YEARS ago.

FORTY. YEARS.

Damnit. Just when I was thinking that with enough practice and willpower I might return to my Saturday routines of yore, he has to go and remind me that I am now old and just simply unable to do so.

(Plus, there's that whole kidney, thyroid, and colon thing.)

But it's done, and as soon as I figure out how to get up off the floor, I'm going to re-make the bed, fold the four loads of laundry, take a nice shower, and enjoy the sparkle for the fifteen minutes it's going to last.

Bathroom tomorrow. 🤭😬🤭😬🤭

(*) Of course I didn't have a denim mini! Don't you know me by now? I have always been a beefy gal, and my biggest nightmare would be overhearing somebody say "Oh my Gawd! Did you see that big beefy gal in that denim mini?!"....so I stuck with the pleated front Mom jeans like all of the other beefy gals, thankyouverymuch.

THURSDAY

The days are kind of all blurring together, Dearies, but you won't find one single complaint coming from this direction. I am happy to be living a quiet, restful, simple routine. My stitchy production is nil, but I seem to be reading at a good pace. I finished Katabasis and then The Secret History, and now I think I'll jump into East of Eden or Jude the Obscure. Not sure which yet.

The Shamrock Series uniforms were unveiled without a peep of disappointment from Yours Truly. Neat, crisp, traditional, and not a hint of shower mould. (My school had a propensity for trying to recreate the wheel for a bit with stupid trends like all white, gold lame', or colors that don't exist in normal nature.)

So that's it for now.

I'm here.

THE MORE THINGS CHANGE...THE MORE THEY STAY THE SAME 🫤

 

 

YOU'RE WELCOME, DEARIES

 

This is Rick Springfield.

He is 76 years old.

If you're anywhere near 60 years of age, you're hearing Jessie's Girl in your head right about now, and you're thinking back to Saturday afternoons on the back patio listening to Casey Kasem's America's Top 40 on the radio whilst adding more baby oil and Sun-In to get that "fresh from the beach" look, even though you were 125 miles from anything resembling a body of water larger than a municipal swimming pool.

That photograph, by the way, is from one of his RECENT concert appearances. 

As in last week recent.

Did I mention he's 76 years old?

MONDAY...AGAIN

Good morning, Dearies. I'm up and moving, but not very far and definitely not very fast. The fatigue level is stupid-high lately, and it's about all I can do to keep my peepers open.

But I am freshly showered with clean hair...a mighty undertaking when doing so feels like running an IronMan marathon...and I am happily attired in my "leisure wear". (It's basically a pajama set that I fished out of the closet, but it's black and with the right accessories could pass for...pajamas.)

I've got my water filled and ready to go. I have to ask, though....is it possible for these sippy cups to lose their ability to keep things cold? I notice that ice is not lasting as long as it used to, and by the time I make it to the bottom of my fourth or fifth fill, I've gone through much more ice than I used to.

I had never understood what a hyper-fixation meal was until it dawned on me that I have been eating the same thing for my first meal of the day for over a year now:

There's something about the contrast of the cottage cheese with everything bagel seasoning combined with the fruit that makes me feel both healthy and satisfied. This is just such an easy go-to for me, and I usually have it between 11ish and 2ish. I can't seem to eat when I first wake up, and my appetite really only wants two meals a day with maybe a small snack of cheese and crackers in between, but this is a) highly approved by my people, and b) somehow exactly what I want. 

Go figure.

I finished Anna Karenina and sat with it for a few days and then grabbed this off of my TBR shelf. I really loved her previous book, Babel, and although it was completely out of my normal genre comfort zone, I decided to try this one, too. It's good, and I'm enjoying it, but definitely different than my normal thing.

When I finish this, I'm going to do a deep read of Joyce's Ulysses. I've never read it, but I wrote my Senior Thesis with a Joyce scholar named Ed Cronin, and he always told me to wait to read it until I knew it was the exact right moment to do so. 

I think this might be it.

My stitchy life is so quiet I have to poke it with a stick every now and then to make sure it's not dead. No worries, though. I go through this every single year at this time, so I'm sure that once I get a needle back in my hand all will be well once again.

My evening television viewing has been bingeing, bingeing, bingeing. First, I watched the final two seasons of Outlander. I had already seen Season Seven, but was so lost that I decided to re-watch it so I could enjoy the final Season Eight.

And I did.

Then, I watched Rooster on HBO. I was never a fan of The Office, so Steve Carell wasn't somebody I knew/liked a lot, but Rooster really did it for me. I loved his character and acting so much that I finished Rooster and jumped over to The Four Seasons and watched all of it.

Now I'm on Season Two of The Bear. Totally different sensibility, and I find myself having to pull my shoulders out of my ears because of the tense feeling of the scenes, but I'm also loving it (and Jeremy Allen White).

Other than that, I'm trying to behave myself while Rich is getting his mom situated in New Jersey. She had another fall a few months ago, and has been in a re-hab facility, but it's time for her to transition from living alone in her condo to a more secure situation. I think they've found the perfect place...so fingers crossed that it will all work out. (And if you're so inclined, a prayer to The Big Guy that the nuns at Villa Raffaella in Pleasantville can work their magic would also be appreciated!)

That's life in a nutshell here in Hoosierville, Dearies. Quiet. Easy. Beautiful. As I sit here writing to you, a teeny little girl is playing and singing on one of the balconies across the courtyard. Every now and then, her mom bursts out in the most beautiful laughter over something the little girl has sung, and it sounds like wind chimes to me. I can't understand the words...they're in Mandarin maybe?...but I could listen to her sing that funny little song all day.

Happy Monday. I hope your week is off to a wonderful start. What are you up to? Come tell me all about it!

 

HAPPY WEEKEND DEARIES!

 

GUESS WHAT I GET TO DO TODAY?

Somebody needs to fire my Appointment Secretary. Who ever heard of having to be somewhere at 9am?!

Yesterday I deep-cleaned the bathroom, so today I can't lift my arms or move my legs. Good thing all I have to do is GO TO THE DENTIST AT THE FREAKIN CRACK OF DAWN!

Happy Tuesday, Desries!

GUESS WHAT I'M DOING TODAY?

 

THIS AND THAT

 

I got the bright idea to flip my closet from winter to summer, and the task ended up being an all day affair. In between the grunting and the sweating and the purging of things, there were several major insights that resulted in me on the floor clutching pajama sets that I wore in high school.

I have hereby decided that I am going to give up the fantasy of weighing almost nothing, having a flat stomach, toned arms, great boobs, and a wardrobe full of cute little size six outfits.

I've spent the better part of my sixty years on this planet hating this big fat lumpy body of mine, but after a good long session of bawling my eyes out and praying for forgiveness for being so ungrateful, I have sincerely apologized to said big fat lumpy body, and I am, instead, very happy to acknowledge the miracles this body has been able to pull off to keep me here and in good stead. My focus now will be on taking care of it. (I see a lot of moisturizer in my future, as well as salads, evening walks, and maybe even a haircut.)

Besides...those cute little size six outfits would look ridiculous on a sixty year old, and who needs a flat stomach when you can use a big fat flabby stomach as a convenient place to prop your stitching? Or a book?

So Operation Acceptance has commenced, and we'll see where it takes us. Today my task is to figure out pants. Louie presents a few challenges in that department, but I'm sure I'll figure it out! He and Belly Bean are hanging in there...a few medication issues to sort, but the team is on it and I'll be right as rain very soon!

I haven't stitched in quite some time thanks to Ms Karenina, but I might give it a go later this afternoon. We have a few small errands to run, and I would like to attempt some time in the kitchen, so hopefully needle and thread will make it into my hand this evening.

Life is beautiful here in Hoosierville, Dearies! What's new with you?

THANK YOU, DEARIES

 

Writing this blog and meeting all of you has been the biggest joy and blessing of my life. (And God knows I have had more than my fair share of enormous blessings.) This blog has been my stage, my platform, my soap box, my confessional, my therapist's couch, my kitchen table, my refuge, and a source of all of those things I've needed to stumble my way through this crazy adventure of being a portly Midwestern spinster who likes to stitch. You have watched me navigate both the best and worst of times...sometimes simultaneously, and your unwavering presence here has shown me the true nature of friendship, love, and unconditional acceptance.

It's been a ride, Dearies, that's for sure! I thank you from the very bottom of my heart, and I cherish each and every one of you who has done so much to make this life of mine so very beautiful, indeed.

DONE AND DONE.

 

I was in Lima this weekend gathering with classmates from my high school days. We got together at a parish carnival, and it was wonderful to catch up with them for a little bit and to be "home".

It got me thinking about how incredibly lucky I am to have "people" from all walks and stages and places and interests, and how having these various people has been the single biggest gift of this beautiful life of mine.

Dearies, I know that I'm not stitching as much as I have in times past, and that my blatherings seem to be shorter and less frequent than they used to be, but I'm still here and futzing my way through the hours of the day with good intention and a lot of hapless adventures.

As soon as I get my little chores done for the day, and as soon as I figure out what we're doing for dinner (Oh, who am I kidding? I'll say salmon, rice, and green beans, but we'll go face first into leftover pizza like the animals we are), I'm going to put. the. phone. down. and pick up my needle and thread.

How 'bout you? What's blowing your skirt up today? Come tell me all about it!

 

THURSDAY PLAN

Rich is substitute-teaching today (pause for giggles), and I am doing my level best to get into a healthy routine. I got up early and had my requisite damn good, enjoyed quite a bit of quiet time, did about 30 minutes of little chores, and now I am wearing actual clothes (instead of pajamas).

All in all a very good day. I have always been a creature of routine, but the routines I'm able to follow now are considerably different than they were in years past. That 30 minutes of little chores just about killed me, so priority on my to-do list is to rebuild strength and regain stamina. Stat.

The best news in all of this whole unwell thing is that I'm dropping weight like a maniac, and am almost well past my transplant table weight! Nutritionally, I am being super careful to get all of the requisite things, but portion sizes have reduced drastically! I think my days of being a healthy but big eater are well behind me. Now I'm a twice a day small whole food meal with protein forward kind of eater who still likes an occasional ice cream or cookie treat. 

I think I'm going to log off for the three-day weekend, Dearies. If you're observing Memorial Day, please be safe and happy. If you're just having a regular weekend...do the same! Either way, come tell me all about it!

WEDNESDAY PLAN

 

I would love to tell you that I'm over here in Hoosierville tearing it up and taking names, but the truth is, I'm not doing much of anything other than eating yogurt, drinking lots of water, and sleeping. I have about another five days of antibiotics to go, and then I'm hoping and praying to wake up feeling human.

Are you as tired of hearing me bitch about not feeling well as I am? 

WELL, NOW I GUESS I NEED TO LEARN EVERYTHING ABOUT MOURNING DOVES

 

SATURDAY

 

I had the best intentions of accomplishing a lot today, Dearies.

(But we all know where my intentions usually get me.)

Rich is doing his thing over on campus all weekend, and I won't really see him until late tomorrow evening. Graduation weekend is an "all hands on deck" situation, so he'll definitely be busy directing proud parents and sweaty graduates to and fro, I'm sure.

He has also started substitute teaching, and his next assignment will be Monday. I really can't figure out where he finds all of this energy at 70, but I sure do admire his willingness to stay so active! 

(Maybe I should take the hint and get myself similarly motivated?)

Naaaahhhhh.

If you need me, I'll be in the big girl sleigh bed with my book or perched in my chair with my stitching. It's a bit overcast today, so I figure...why waste a perfectly good nap day?

What have you been up to? 

FANCIFUL FLIGHT FEE NEE

 Fanciful Flight

Robin Pickens Cross Stitch

28ct Seaglass Soft cashel from Colour and Cotton

all threads Colour and Cotton from stash

IN WHICH THE SPINSTER CELEBRATES TINY HAPPY THINGS

I'm a person who has a TON of big fat huge miraculous things to celebrate...and I do...every single night when I put my head on my Target clearance bin pillow and thank BG (*) for all of the gifts, blessings, and miracles of my life.

But my day-to-day life is also filled with thousands of small things...not life-changing or earth-shattering, mind you, but nonetheless important to me and how I enjoy my life.

Like finally finishing the anti-biotic, and being able to do so with purified ice and water from my favorite amazon sippy cup:

Or starting a new book about people who love books, and being a big fat beautiful bird away from finishing a project that has brought me stitchy joy:

Or finally figuring out that if I eat yogurt for breakfast it's good for my gut, bones, heart, BellyBean, etc and that it will lead to a 40 pound weight loss that puts me almost lower than my post-transplant weight:

And loving the fact that a stitchy friend who sent me an amazon gift card is with me every day when I look up and see the beautiful little tree that her gift enabled:

Is this the wisdom of age, Dearies? Or am I finally able to enjoy the smaller (though no less significant) things that make this here life of mine so wonderful? Sometimes I think I get so gobsmacked by the fact that I received a kidney transplant, or was blessed with support that enabled me to start a new life in a new home, or that I survived a surgery and recovery that should have killed me...and then I wake up to an emptied dishwasher (thank you, JB) and a big huge cup of damn good that I can taste again now that this cold/flu/plague has finally started to lift.

So today I'm going to enjoy my little things a bit before plunging in to chores and to-dos. Rich is doing his thing over on campus. (Can I just say that he looks so damn handsome with his new smile and his nice blue blazer and that head of beautiful hair?), and then I think it will be time for spaghetti or salmon for dinner. Slow and simple...but...happy.

Futzingday is upon us! How will you spend your hours and minutes today? I hope it will involve doing something fun and that you'll come tell me all about it!

(*) BG = Big Guy