Thoughts on stuff

Literally, on stuff.  I have been reading a few different things which have made me think.

I read a very interesting post here, on ebook hoarding.  A few things in there really resonated. We have thousands of books in our library. Thousands.  While we have maybe 2000 physical books. It’s hard to say- we had at least 2000 a few years ago, and hadn’t catalogued a huge chunk, and then we have been steadily divesting.  Anyway, we have more books than I will ever be able to read.  And I think the comment about mindfulness made in the post is a good one.  I don’t really pay attention to the books we accumulate, I don’t make a conscious choice to read them, or really when they are bought (often because they are on sale). 

I can remember that there was a point in my childhood, somewhere between about 11 and 14 when I had read every book on my shelves, except for one (wuthering heights).  There were books in the house I had not read, but not in my room.  Books were not an infinite resource.  I was able to get some through scholastic book club (subject to parental review) but the books stores in that town were limited, and there was no second hand book store (that I knew of). So I was limited to the library and my existing collection, and the occasional trip away.  I consumed mindfully- books were chosen carefully because I had limited options.  And then Hastings came to town- they had a much larger selection, and sales.  

So now, we have many books, and no real check on their purchasing.  I find myself unable to find something to read!

And there is another blog I have been reading, which is more about decluttering.  The writer is gradually decluttering, but keeping a tally of how much things cost, how much she has recouped and therefore how much has been wasted.  It’s interesting, especially her commentary on the items, and why she purchased them.

The other day one of the other residents of this building left his garage open. G commented on this when we drove in at the end of the day, as it had been open in the morning.  His comment was that the garage was empty.  Ours is very full.  So we walked up to the end, and it was mostly empty.  A wooden trunk, a few bits and pieces, but not much.  Especially not compared with ours.  G was was asking how someone could have so little.  Maybe the question should be how we can have so much?

So lots of different inputs, each reminding me to be less consumerist.  It’s hard though, it feels like that is a huge part of our culture now.  

And then there was a doco on last night about Hollywood involvement in WWII.  In one of e propaganda films they are encouraging people to save, to buy war bonds and they equated shopping and being a consumer with helping the enemy!  How things have changed.

So, trying hard to use the things we have, rather than buy more.  Trying to sort through and get rid of stuff we don’t need.  It’s hard. And to add to that, we are going to japan in July.  Consumer paradise, and a large part of our plans is the shopping…



A gold star for getting through the day

Sometimes you see several things that are all from different places, but tie in together?  A bit of zeitgeist?

I had this a bit this week. First, in one of my rare FB visits I saw a meme post about stickers for doing hard things as an adult. It took me a little while to find the original, but it is here.  The image I saw is about halfway down the post.  I think I may need this book!

And then today I was listening to a podcast (99% invisible) and they had an episode about trophy making.  Apparently there are people who have very individual trophies made- like an older woman recreating her youth with a beauty pageant trophy.

So it got me thinking about what awards I could think up.  Some of them were more telling than others, especially when it comes to infertility.

So this week, I want an award for taking my iron tablets, despite the side effects.  Another gold star for clearing the bathroom counter and throwing out the stuff we don’t need. (That is much harder than it seems when written down)  and because we have been doing a sneaky little cycle of injectables, for injecting myself for 10 days.  

At some point, when I sort my photo shop skills out I am going to try to create little badges for achievements.  

Any suggestions?

This post is part of Microblog Mondays.  For more info go here.

No time

It feels like I am running out of time.  I am still working on the embroidery, but have until the 29tn to finish and post it.

I have several time critical projects at work, but our system upgrade(hah) has caused some major issues in getting things done.  Half of my day seems to be retesting elements to prove to IT that things still don’t work.  Or doing workarounds because things don’t work.

Feeling like I am running out of time.


After spending most of Sunday with an awful headache, accompanied by nausea, I went to the doctor this morning. Apparently it was a tension headache. Huh.  

So perhaps a little stressed.  And I arrived at work late, thinking I had missed the team meeting where my co-worker announced her pregnancy.  No such luck, I was greeted by the chorus I couldn’t leave, we were about to have said team meeting.  Apparently everyone had issues getting in today, horrible traffic.  So I had to tell my manager I wasn’t up to hearing the announcement. 

And then I left.  Still had the headache, couldn’t take the prescribed mess until I got home (not supposed to drive on it and I haven’t taken it before so wasn’t sure of the impact). And I managed to get a space at my acupuncturist.  Which helped a lot, pretty much  got rid of most of the headache.

My co-worker is not the main source of the stress, that is closer to home, but it didn’t help.  


Last year for the day that must not be named I took my mum to a paint and sip place. We didn’t go on the actual day (they had an event though). The idea is that there is a particular picture for a given day, the place provides a canvas, paint and paintbrushes and an instructor. You bring wine and have a relaxing painting experience.  G and I have been a couple of times.  On this occasion I went with my mum, a friend of mine and her mum.  The painting was meant to be a picture of poppies.  

One of the interesting things about this activity is seeing how differently people interpret the same picture and process.  All of the pictures were very different.  I have also learned that it is important to stand back and stop painting.  What looks messy and unfinished close up looks much better when you step away and take a picture. That bit of distance gives perspective.  But no one else believed me.  My mumand my friend both went home and repainted!  

It’s a lesson that can apply to life as well.  What looks messy and unfinished close up looks better with a bit of distance.  Maybe this is part of the appeal of FB?  A chance to see our lives through the perspective of others?

But the reason I am thinking about this?  Because I am working on this embroidery project and feeling less than happy.

But with a bit of perspective?  Better.  Maybe.  I  mostly see the flaws on this one.


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