Thursday, October 14, 2010

I Am not Surprised

I know someone who is always surprised by people. What seems to surprise her most is that liberals act like liberals and feminists act like feminists. Well hummmmm. I never can quite take her seriously when she goes off on a tangent and yet she is as serious as a heart attack. There she was today going off about how this particular woman could have the views she has and support the causes she does, and I am listening and I can feel my eyebrows creeping up my face toward my hairline and I am wondering if one day they will stay stuck up there. She is going on and on about the woman's socioeconomic status telling me exactly how this lady could hold the views she does and I want to know what it is that surprises her about any of it!

Socioeconomic status (SES) is an economic and sociological combined total measure of a person's work experience and of an individual's or family’s economic and social position relative to others, based on income, education, and occupation. When analyzing a family’s SES, the household income earners' education and occupation are examined, as well as combined income, versus with an individual, when their own attributes are assessed.

P.S.My eyebrows are still stuck half way up my forehead.(these conversations do that to me)

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

I Must Remember to Remember......

I have been reading a new book series by Louise Penny. I have devoured three of her books now and her work has quickly found a place in my heart. I love her understated use of symbolism and her honest exploration of human nature. The first is not pretentious and the second is not pessimistic. I am left at the end of the story with a sense of completeness and that there is hope in the face of evil, sorrow, and human failing. In disorder balance is a choice. Today as I neared the end of “A Rule against Murder” one character said to another, ‎"We are all blessed and we are all blighted; the question each day is what we count.” I thought to myself that is true, I know this, I must remember to remember….

Thursday, October 7, 2010

The Problem with Organizers

Today I was reading an article by a woman who desired the perfect house. She organized her life in an attempt to make her house look like one of those design magazines. All the cushions just so and the magazines arranged to show rather than to read. When she visited her Mom and she took pictures to show her. Her Mother commented that of all the rooms in the house she liked her office best because it looked like a place where she would live. That made her reevaluate how her goals.
I thought about what she had to say and I realized that when I do my best creative thinking is when I am surrounded by beads and beady things. I fell to thinking about all the beads in the storage closet of my apartment. I am always trying to organize them, but when I am really working they creep out of their storage boxes and end up all over the apartment on the dining table, in the kitchen, and in the bedroom. I have even found them in the bathroom, wherever there is a flat space where I can see them and think about them. So I thought maybe I should just bring them out into my living space in an organized manor. I began to do some internet research on organizers and ran into a snag.
The problem with organizers is well…they organize. People who organize want to put things away. I want invite my beads out to play. There are a myriad of staking boxes and containers with smaller containers that fit inside. There are tubes and bottles. They come in glass and plastic, clear and colored, flower shaped and round you want it they have it as long as you goal is to put it away out of site. The best desk systems I have seen for my purpose are actually designed for scrap bookers, still the main goal is paper storage so once again out of site out of mind. I have seen a few DIY projects that have planted a few ideas. The problem there is that I am not in the least mechanical, and I lack a D.H. who is….. and if I had one would he want beads creeping out to play?