Archive for ‘Kindly Restrict Your Remarks to the Weather’

September 21, 2015

Random dog picture

by Janie Jones

Because the fall weather yesterday was amazing, and as I sat in a sunbeam doing my homework a heavenly breeze was wafting in, this is really all I wanted to do:

 

snoozing dog

Happy Monday, ya’ll

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April 20, 2015

This and that

by Janie Jones

Good Monday Morning.

It’s Indian Winter here in the Great White North.  Sorry if that’s not PC.  Just when I was a kid there used to be a thing called Indian Summer every fall when we’d supposedly have a week or so of wonderful summer weather just before winter set in.  The Great White North, I’m realizing, has a similar phenomenon in the spring where we get a spate of lovely summer-esque weather then a huge snow storm dumps some wet gloppy snow right before true summer rolls in.

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Yeah, who does these cartoons, I’m finding this style all over Google, but where did they come from? It reminds me of The Oatmeal. They are fun-nee! Oh, and just pretend it says April, not June….

Last week it was in the sixties and sunny almost all week, Friday it even got up to seventy, down right hot if you’re a snow bunny like me.  Shorts made an appearance everywhere.  I even got out my own short pants and summer slip-on shoes.  Today and tomorrow though we could get up to two inches of snow.

But, I am looking forward to going to class today if for one reason only:  I can use my new car door remote!  Yup I’m still jazzed about that.  Yes, yes. Still a dork.

Oh, and I’m also jazzed because I’m down to just one more physics lab, and only three more weeks of my other classes before finals begin.  The end is so close!

school is almost over

March 14, 2015

It’s finally here

by Janie Jones

Today is the first official day of spring break.  And, the weather is cooperating in lovely style.  It was sunny and 56.

Only seven more weeks of physics!!!  Now that is something to really celebrate.

February 3, 2015

Tuesday Titters: I want his job

by Janie Jones

You get to sleep all you want, only work a few minutes one day a year, and the world hangs on your ability, or not, to see your shadow.

Yesterday was Groundhog Day, my friends, and Punxsutawney Phil apparently saw his shadow, so we can anticipate 6 more weeks of winter.  I think it’s a fun, quaint tradition, but I usually forget it until after the fact.  But as today is Tuesday, here’s some Groundhog Day humor a day late.

What do you get when you cross a groundhog with a pistachio?
A green beast who predicts a dry spring, and acts like a nut.

-from Groundhog Day Jokes

im a rodent not a meteorologist
repeating ground hog day*images found at Google Images
November 10, 2014

Mental Health Monday: Janie Disconnected

by Janie Jones

Whether it’s a hallmark of the healing process, a psychological defense mechanism, or just another facet of the depression, I’ve noticed a real disconnect with the passage of time.  Sure, I know the date and I have a routine, so I’m never late or missing things, but still the greater sense of the passage of time has become very distorted.  Today is November 10.  I’ve watched the leaves change colors, I’ve felt the cold winds blowing in, I’ve woken up or left the building to snow.  The first big snow fall of the season is threatening to dump 5 to 10 inches of snow on us in the next 24 hours.  There are just 5 weeks left until semester finals.  But it still doesn’t feel real that Thanksgiving and Christmas are right around the corner.

My new situation feels so removed from the real world.  Normally I look forward to Halloween decorations, Thanksgiving dinner, and I am a big Christmas goon.  My birthday falls in there, too.  Its a time of year I love and look forward to all the rest of the year.

But here I am, starting at it while it rapidly approaches and zips past and I feel numb to it.  I am missing out on all the traditions that anchor me in a place in time.  There was no Halloween decorating, no passing out candy to trick or treaters to start the season.  There will probably be no real Thanksgiving.  Oh, I’ll go out to the farm and we’ll spend the holiday together, but it won’t be the same and it won’t feel like Thanksgiving.  Cooking out at the farm is way too frustrating for there to be pie and turkey with stuffing and all the accompaniments.  In recent years if my enthusiasm for the holidays was dampened by stress, school or poverty, I’d have Leif or the spud to pull me through and rekindle my holiday spirit.  Once the decorations were up, the magic would take hold and all the joy and wonder of the season would start to flow even if I hadn’t been feeling centered in it yet.  Usually by now I’d be all over Christmas gift shopping, but yesterday it occurred to me I hadn’t given it hardly a moment of thought, and when I figured I’d best start planning, I immediately followed up that thought with, eh, what’s the point.  There will be no spud visiting at Christmas, no lights on the roofline of the house, indoor decorations or tree.  No wrapping stocking stuffers.  No holiday fudge.

I don’t feel like I feel depressed about it, at least not now, but it does feel very weird, to feel like I don’t care, to feel as though it can’t possibly be the winter holiday season.  In fact, a tiny little bit of me feels relieved.  I don’t know if I could handle the holidays and all the traditions in my current state.  But, with out all those traditions that give a rhythm to life, it’s no wonder I feel disconnected.  Maybe this sensation is like a protective shell, separating me from the despair and grief that would flood in if I were to dwell on what I’m missing and all that’s changed.

In the last several years I started to think I could really do something with my life.  I began to think I wanted to go to graduate school and get a master’s degree or perhaps even a doctorate.  Now, as I am in the final stretch of my bachelor’s degree, I’m just sick of having my life on hold and being broke and having to always settle for whatever scraps I can scrape together into a semblance of life.  I’m starting to think that once I finish my bachelors maybe I ought to just give up on school and try to go back to work if I can get a decent job.

Some people may go to school because they dream of being a teacher, or a doctor or to go into business or a trade.  They want to be Something.  In the end, I don’t really want to be Anything.  I just want a home.  My home.  A place that no one can make me leave, a place no one can take away from me.  A place I can fill with things that I find beautiful and comforting, and where I can live each day of the rest of my life building happy memories.  That is all I have ever wanted, to have a real family home, for as long as I can remember, all the way back to being a little girl.  Everything I have ever done my whole life I did to try and have that home.  A job, a career, a degree is only meaningful to me in how it helps me achieve a Home.  Six or seven years ago I realized I couldn’t keep relying on others to help me achieve that dream and that I had to take matters into my own hands.  To have a home, I needed a reliable, adequate income.  To get the good jobs, I needed a degree.  I don’t want to do a job I hate, but in the end what I do is really all for getting my own home.  And, I thought the better degree I could get the more likely I’d be able to have the home of my dreams.  But, the longer I’m in school, the longer I’ll be homeless and disconnected from all the things that matter to me.  School is an insanely tough road to haul when you are less interested in what you are learning than getting done, getting a job and getting on with life.

Just like Susan Walker, I want a family and a house for Christmas.  I’ll pass on the baby brother though, I’ll take my dog back instead.  But it just won’t feel like Christmas ever again, I think, until I have my own house.

July 27, 2014

Look for the silver lining

by Janie Jones

I’m sitting here this morning, having been up since 5:45 am when the dogs decided it was time to go out for their first constitutional of the day, listening to Gertie crow.  Leif was led to believe that Gertie was a hen, but time has shown that she’d have been more aptly named “Gus” on account that she’s not a she at all but a he.

While it may sound very liberal minded that we keep a gender confused chicken in these modern times, I still can’t say I’ve become very liberal minded about country life.  But there is one small silver lining that I’ve been clinging to these last couple of weeks.  You see, down the road a piece there is a tiny community that has a flea market every Sunday.  Being broke and being extremely unhappy and with summer school nearly over, I decided to do something.  Anything.  And so I got myself into the pseudo self employment business of running a flea market booth.

However, there’s just one flaw in this plan.  Does one go to an outside flea market on a rainy day?

And so I sit here wondering if it’s worth the $10-15 in gas to drive down the road and set up only to get soaked and make no money because no one comes out on account of rain.

I love flea markets and garage sales and resale shops.  So this really is a perfect way for me to focus myself, and hopefully make a few bucks.  But I swear the universe has a very dark sense of humor, saving the rain for Sunday, the one day I look forward to all week.

Earlier I posted about the good news of my blogoversary and how I am trying not to blog about depressing things or sound too much like a complainer.  So, here’s another small piece of “good” news. I won’t make the mistake of saying it’s funny, as I’ve been told it’s not. But I was offered a job on Thursday. It’s not likely to be a particularly good job, nor a resume gem, but it will get me minimum wage and likely more exercise than I want. Its a tour guide position at a historical mansion here abouts. Being desperate, I took it even though it’s a 40 mile drive each way. Then on Friday I was offered a second job. Slightly more money, probably a little more driving (but this one is directly on the way to Stickittoyou U campus so when school starts it wouldn’t be inconvenient), and while likely less walking would be involved, I don’t know if I’d really find it anymore pleasant. This second one is for a nursing home. So now I have a choice. Make less money doing my best Vanna White impression but not need to go to the gym, or make slightly more money but work in a very depressing environment. I think it’s funny that all summer I’ve been desperate to find a job, and once I decide to do something, anything, and I embark on something I really love, running the flea market booth, suddenly all these low paying jobs that I couldn’t get a few months ago are calling me up. I do indeed think the universe has a very twisted sense of humor.

We’ve been watching Downton Abbey Season 4 these last few days. You know, I really, really feel for Mr. Mosely.

Now, to flea market in the rain, or not to flea market in the rain.  That is today’s philosophical debate.

April 6, 2014

Dare I to Dream

by Janie Jones

That spring is springing?  This is the weather right now:

Weather reportWe are expecting a high of 51 and sunny.

Leif wants me to drive out for the day.  I should be doing laundry.  I should be studying chemistry.  I should be doing calculus.  But.  It is a lovely day.  It does seem a shame to stay inside….