Life in A Day…or….The ‘Sliver of a Crescent Moon’ Crazies

*This blog was written back in 2010. Not ‘that’ much changes in seven years. The dogs are (sadly) gone, I’m not at the same office, I haven’t used an online voucher in eons and yoga is not a daily ritual anymore. But…the gist of this applies today. I have to say my crazy real estate days aren’t so frequent, but this gave me a good laugh. I hope it does for you as well. It’s long, but so were these few days!

 

Just yesterday, I was sitting with my mother on her balcony; a beautiful sunny Mother’s Day, drinking mimosas. We had a great eggs benny brunch, I stayed for the afternoon and well, the rest of the day was a pleasant close.
Today? Well, according to sage Kathyrn, Oh Great receptionist at my office, she informed me that today, when the moon is just a sliver of tiny brightness, is when people go cuckoo, not the full moon.
How we got onto this topic is another story, but let’s just say things make more sense now.

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First World Problems

Remember that scene in Falling down when Michael Douglas gets out of the car in bumper to bumper traffic on that highway in LA? So fed up of the grind and ready to kill? That’s me with my new smartphone. That they even call it a ‘smart’ phone makes me feel very dumb.

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“If my life wasn’t funny, it would just be true, and that’s unacceptable” – Carrie Fisher

You know your week is not going to go well when it starts off with you being woken up at 3:30 a.m. by a bright shining light. No, not the authorities: the light in my ceiling fan that has been broken/out/not lighting since December. My first thought after being roused from a deep sleep was, “How do dead bulbs suddenly come alive?” I decided not to think about it and went back to sleep. Less than 3 hours later, I was woken again: this time by a jarring loud bark. Ah…doggie wants out. While I was up, I decided, stupidly, to unscrew the glass shade around the light and unscrew the 2 small, but bright, dead, but apparently alive, bulbs. With my bare fingers. Ouch. I am currently typing without the use of my thumb and index finger.

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Monkey Mind

In 2014, I decided to rent my house out for a year and try ‘Landlording’. It was a good experience and forced me to cull a whole lotta stuff and clean the place from top to bottom after 12 years of cocooning. When I moved back in 2015, a little reluctantly (I loved my rental street and neighbours) I didn’t have the same joie de vivre as when I first bought the house in 2003 and it took a while to ‘unpack’. After several months I noticed I wasn’t using the office much. It had become a bit of a depository for ‘stuff’. A friend of mine came over shortly after I came to that realization and was ‘aghast’. “Di, you’re becoming a hoarder!” We both laughed, but when she left, I wasted no time in reorganizing and cleaning the office and getting it back to its former glory. “A hoarder?” That was a wake-up call. My place has always been ‘busy’, ‘cosy’ and the like, but I suddenly became aware of my surroundings. “No more stuff!” was my new motto.

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