I should be working on my novel but I wanted to drop in and write up a wrap-up for 2015. 2015 was a good year for me, or at least it was as I remember it right now. I have a house, and my cats have finally settled from the move and are no longer hiding. See, here they are.
I have furniture (that’s a long, long story) and I’m not sleeping on a mattress on the floor. Yay! I have a back yard and a porch and a garage. I have WiFi and a washing machine and an oven that works and hot water. Life is pretty good. Sure, I want to paint the horrible blue and pink bathroom and the water pressure isn’t the greatest but it’s all mine. I have however long I live here to make changes.
All right, I’m listening to the podcast Limetown as I write this so hopefully, I’m not too distracted. I’m glad I found out it was a fictional story before I started listening. It’s creepy. It’s about a town where 200 people disappeared and an investigator (in the Serial podcast fashion) tries to find out what happened. Oh, season two of Serial has started if you don’t know. I like podcasts. They’re like old timey radio shows. I like the stripped down intimacy of listening to voices and not being assaulted by over-saturated visuals.
Back to the purpose of this post, the other big thing that happened in 2015 was discovering I’m asexual and knowing for the first time in my life that I’m not defective or damaged. It’s hard changing 40+ years of a negative self-image. Finding out there is a welcoming asexual community online is like the best grilled cheese sandwich you’ve ever had. I’m still working on what all this means to me. There’s a million ways to be asexual. I would like to be in a relationship if that’s possible. I just don’t think most people would put up with me.
I don’t have any New Years resolutions. Sure, there’s stuff I want to make a better effort on but NY resolutions don’t last.
Happy 2016, everyone. I hope this new year will be the best one yet for you.
1.If you’re taking apart a faucet to fix a leak, turn off the water.
2. Don’t burn trash (if you’re somewhere that this is done) when It’s windy.
3. Don’t rub a cat’s belly even if it looks like it wants it.
4. Don’t dry lace panties in the microwave.
5. Avoid the central interchange in Akron during rush hour if at all possible.
6. Don’t substitute salt for sugar when making cinnamon rolls
7. Answer the phone as soon as you see it’s your Mom calling.
8. Never come home without cat food if you are out.
9. If you’re at a 24 hour Walmart in the middle of the night and you think all the people you see are freaks, remember that they probably think the same about you.
10. If you’re nephew or niece say they are going to shoot you to outer space and you’ll come back an evil version of yourself, don’t try to reason with them just go with it.
If you’re not familiar with #TrumpYourCat, check out this link.
I tried to convince them this would be a fun activity, but my cats refused to play along with this Trump nonsense. Jackie Chan is all for Hillary and Neutrino likes Bernie Sanders.
Jackie Chan allowed me to brush her but refused to model her hair piece.
Neutrino refused to let me brush him so I had to use Jackie’s hair. Neutrino refused to model the hair piece too.
Oh, well, they’re cats. What can you do.
My cats love to help me just as much as these spinx kittens in this video love helping make the bed.
Neutrino helps me garden.
Jackie Chan helps me clean out the dresser.
Neutrino gives a ‘relaxing’ message.
I promise I was not doing anything odd to cause him to look this way.
Where have I been? I’m glad you ask.
Was I fighting a dragon who was attacking a castle? Not quite.
Helping a princess look for lego? Yes.
Posing family members? Yes.
Laughing about squirrel underpants? Yes.
Showing kids the ocean? Yes.
If it wasn’t clear, I was on vacation. I had a great time, and so did every one else if I can speak on behalf of my family, but that is not what this post is about.
Both my cats are scaredy cats. They hide if anyone comes over or if there’s a thunderstorm or the vacuum cleaner is running. I’ve never left Neutrino alone for more than 48 hours before. The last time I went on vacation before Neutrino, I didn’t tell the person who was feeding my cats that Jackie Chan liked to go into rooms and close the door behind her for alone time. Jackie ended up locking herself in my bedroom and tore all the carpet out from under the door trying to get out. Poor kitty.
Neutrino was the one I was most worried about. He’s had separation anxiety in the past when I leave for work. I’ve worked through that with him but 8 days is a long time. My anxiety was eating at me over it.
I had a wonderful person come over and feed them each day, She’s been over several times before so I figured they were sort of use to her even if they had never come out of hiding to see her. From what I’ve heard there were a couple times Neutrino freaked out when she came by but they were fine when I got home. Jackie Chan was her normal self, but Neutrino did not come out of hiding until 4AM. When he did come out to see me, he made his little trilling sounds and demanded that I pet him for quite a while. Here he is letting me know that I’m not allowed to leave him like that ever again.
Happy Caturday. It’s -4F here this morning during the coldest February on record. We may finally see temps above freezing in a few days. Yay!
Jackie Chan is busy staring at the wall in hopes that the magical reflected light will appears for her to chase.
Neutrino is busy watching Jackie Chan.
And here’s a photo of some snow and the dumpster.
I read an interesting book. 10% Happier: How I Tamed the Voice in My Head, Reduced Stress Without Losing My Edge, and Found Self-Help That Actually Works–A True Story by Dan Harris
If you’ve ever been interested in trying mediation but all that New Agey talk turns you off, this is the book for you. I’ve tried to meditate on and off before but it never really stuck. After reading this book, I’ve been able to meditate every day for a week now. I started for 5 minutes and increased to 7 minutes. I think I’m going to do 10 minutes next time because 7 minutes has been pretty easy the last couple times. My cats have been mostly respectful of my meditation time. Jackie Chan does like to tap my arm sometimes and Neutrino whines a bit but he trills a lot any way. It’s how I know where he is and what his mood is.
So why do I want to meditate? Good question. What really made me want to read this book is the line in the title about taming the voice in my head. That’s the anxiety voice or the voice that sometimes sounds like Gollum from Lord of the Rings telling me I need sweet tarts or as happened yesterday a six pack of chocolate covered peanut butter shaped eggs. “We needs the precious.”
Mediation doesn’t turn this voice off but it can train you to recognize that voice for what it is and allows you respond rather than react. That’s a big thing for me. I love the idea of responding rather then reacting. I don’t have to fight it or give in to it. I can name it and respond accordingly. Yesterday, I told Gollum (yes, that is how I picture that food craving voice in my head) that if after supper I still ‘needed’ a six pack of chocolate covered peanut butter shaped eggs, I would go to the store and buy it. After supper the craving was gone. I didn’t fight it. I accepted it, named it, and moved on.
It’s only been a week. I fully expect the anxiety voice and the Gollum food craving voice in my mind to always be there, but I’m working on taming them. I want a healthier life and this seems to be working for me.