these mittens had been sitting in my lost mitten box waiting for it's other half to show up---since it had been years since said mittens started their waiting I donated them to Value Village---sure the other one will probably show up next week---but think of all the one armed people who are waiting for mittens to be sold singly (is that even a word?)
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Disappointment
What makes a disappointment? One would think that a disappointment is the opposite of an appointment but here I quibble. (I am mighty fond of quibbling, whether I am the quibblee or the quibblor)
I can say that I was disappointed when I couldn't watch last nights episode of House because of a meeting I attended, but I will either catch it on the computer in a couple of days or it will come around in reruns, either way I am bound to see it eventually. No, that can't really be a disappointment.
I think that true disappointment has an element of sadness to it, loss and sometimes regret.
I am hardly ever disappointed in others. I am, on the other hand, frequently disappointed with myself.
Words that fly out of my mouth so fast that they don't have time to pass my brain. Things I want to do but procrastinate the heck out of them until they are pointless to do.
Trying to find the best way to handle a situation and only coming up with a mediocre solution.
Knowing better but not finding the strength to be doing better.
Holding onto something way longer than I should be and
then there is letting go too soon to something I should be finding the wherewithall to cling to.
Can't regret too much though.
It is what it is and
I did what I did and
it made what was to what is.
Now I am rambling and starting to make less sense even to myself.
It is a good thing that tomorrow is a new day without any mistakes in it yet.
I can say that I was disappointed when I couldn't watch last nights episode of House because of a meeting I attended, but I will either catch it on the computer in a couple of days or it will come around in reruns, either way I am bound to see it eventually. No, that can't really be a disappointment.
I think that true disappointment has an element of sadness to it, loss and sometimes regret.
I am hardly ever disappointed in others. I am, on the other hand, frequently disappointed with myself.
Words that fly out of my mouth so fast that they don't have time to pass my brain. Things I want to do but procrastinate the heck out of them until they are pointless to do.
Trying to find the best way to handle a situation and only coming up with a mediocre solution.
Knowing better but not finding the strength to be doing better.
Holding onto something way longer than I should be and
then there is letting go too soon to something I should be finding the wherewithall to cling to.
Can't regret too much though.
It is what it is and
I did what I did and
it made what was to what is.
Now I am rambling and starting to make less sense even to myself.
It is a good thing that tomorrow is a new day without any mistakes in it yet.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
phone fun
The phone rings at the Joldersma home.
Jeff: Anita, Jeff
Anita: Hi
Jeff: I have two questions for you
Anita: O.K.
Jeff: Is this a good time?
Anita: Yes
Jeff: Oh, was that one of my questions?
Anita: Yes <click>
Saturday, January 8, 2011
the new year
So we didn't do anything special for new years. Martin was feeling a bit under the weather so I went to the church service myself. We watched some tv and then went to bed around 11:30. So much for being party animals. It wasn't like we had to sort out the invitations that came pouring in but we also didn't do any inviting ourselves.
Maybe we'll be more sociable for the next new years.
Maybe we'll be more sociable for the next new years.
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