Time to RETHINK a few things

I have been in Brooklyn for 3 months now. I intended to journal about a Midwesterner's view of the big city. Actually, I have been so preoccupied with this new life style that I feel sort of like a 'New Yorker" already, so I hope I can still write about the new experiences.

First of all, my apologizes go out to ANYONE who may have read my blog entitled, 'Take time for yourself ' dated April 26 '09. A great reminder to myself that you should never preach or tell others what they 'should' do. (Thank you God for the reminder to be humble.)

In that post I said that everyone can take the 1st hr of each day for themselves. Well how about that young mother who needs to get the kids ready for the sitter or for school and still have time for her teeth and hair and hopefully a piece of toast, at least before leaving for work herself ? Sure, she could get up early for that precious 'one hour alone time', but is that wise after only 6 hrs of sleep?

I WAS that mother, how could I have forgotten! Shame on me.

I have a new 'role' in life. I have become a housewife. I have always wanted to be a housewife, but I was that young mother I just talked about instead. Now for the first time in my life I am staying home with the kids. I prepare supper on Mon and Wed. evenings for a a very appreciated son and daughter-in-law. I do the laundry.( the washer and dryer are on my floor and it only makes sense since I am home all day. Besides, I like sorting colors and folding fresh warm clothes. It is civil, it is organized,) I do not have to go to work. I love it. I also love 6:00 P.M. when the kids go back to their home and I am once again a single retired lady. If the kids are crying upstairs, I get to ignore it. I can sleep in on Sat mornings and do anything I desire on Saturdays and Sundays.

About that April post: I said that I did most of my thinking when I walking my dog, Sammie. Well, that was true then, but now the scene has changed a little. Picture this: My sweet little 2 month old Leo is on a harness type thing attached to my tummy (someone out there knows what they are called, but I don't...they do work great no matter what they are called.) O.K. back to the description. Baby is on my tummy, Lucy is either in the stroller, or on her scooter next to me and Sammie (the dog) is on his leash. Sammie wants to smell everything and Lucy wants to keep moving. Streets are tricky. Yes, I am still thinking; but this time is about survival.

I am back to blogging and it feels good.

Keep it simple

People in Brooklyn have Stoop sales. We call them garage or rummage sales, but the concept is the same; you remove things from your home that you no longer want or need, you put a price on it and then you wait for people to come and buy it from you. Although the concept IS the same, there is one big difference.
Compare these next two scenes.
Last month as I was preparing to move I had a large garage sale. I started preparing the week before, going through all of my drawers and closets, cleaning the garage, taking the items to the garage, finding 'make- shift' tables, putting up a tent in case of rain, pricing everything, going to the local newspaper and paying $70. for an ad, waiting until dark the night before to take everything out to the driveway to display it so that I would be ready at 6:30 A.M. for the early shoppers (who pretend they were not aware that the sale starts at 8:00.)
Last week my daughter-in-law said she wanted to have a stoop sale. We planned on having the sale last Sat. On Friday I was dreading all of the work we would have to do that night. She shrugged the idea of preparing off with a "We can do that tomorrow" I am thinking "WHAT?"
Sat morning at 10:00 we started to hang items on the iron fence around our stoop. She brought down her jewelry box and laid some pieces that she wanted to sell on a T.V. tray. My son found a clothes rack in the basement and we hung some clothes on it. Shoes were placed on the sidewalk. People walked by and bought stuff; all morning long. At 2:00 we decided we were done and put away the few unsold items and my daughter in law put her $75. in her pocket and enjoyed the rest of the day.
Hmmmm, I like the idea; "keep it simple"

Don't underestimate the power of the 'stroll'

If anyone were to describe me, a statement like this would probably be part of the description:"She walks very fast with her back straight." Let me just stay "Things, they are a changin."

The first few days here, my friend (who drove the many miles from Iowa to NY with me) commented on how slow the people walk. I hadn't noticed, but since then I have become one of them. For me, if I walk fast I just might not get there(because I will die, or at least feel like I am dying) I have discovered the stroll as a means of survival.
In New York everyone walks, and not just a small distance. Three days a week I push a stroller with either my little 2 1/2 yr old Lucy in it with Sammie on a leash or visa versa. We walk 11 blocks to and from the day camp twice a day. On the other days we walk 10 blocks to the park.

When I get groceries I take a cart on wheels and walk 4 blocks to market and return with a cart FULL of "stuff". I am lucky, my flat is on the ground floor, most residents have a flight or 2 of stairs to climb with groceries in hand.

New Yorkers walk and walk and walk. IF you want to take the train (subway) you need to walk to the station. Then you need to walk down the stairs. When you get to your drop off site you need to walk up the stairs and in some cases, a lot of stairs. Then you have to walk to your destination.

Does this sound like a bad thing? It isn't. You just have to remember to Stroll.

Did I say this was going to be easy?

My intention was to journal my journey from Iowa to New York city. Well, THAT didn't happen! I have been here for 3 1/2 weeks now and I DO have some stories.

As the photo shows, my friend (who volunteered to drive with me and then fly home) and I set out on June 26th and arrived in Brooklyn on the 28th.

Going across Manhattan to get into Brooklyn was not the best idea MAPQUEST ever had. That truck you see in the photo drove down the length of Manhattan starting at Times Square during the Gay Pride Parade. Two little ladies in that big truck stalled in the middle of the celebration; yeah well it sounds funny NOW. We did have quite a view.

Check in regularly if you want to see New York city through the eyes of a person who has lived in small towns in the Midwest her entire life .

That's all for now.

Leaving "stuff' behind.

Today's art choice is an oil pastel I recently did for my Grandson. His room is all about Panda's and I love that kid so much that it was a joy to a paint, even though it isn't a subject matter normal for me. He loves it.

It feels good to be writing again. Last weekend I was in Minneapolis spending Mothers day hiking in the woods with my kids. There is nothing like being in nature to refresh the soul. The weekend before was 'girls weekend 'at my house. Three of my lifetime friends from South Dakota came for their last weekend with me in this town and house. If laughter is good medicine, we all got a good dose.

Emptying out a house,especially if you are an artist (pack rat) is really a big job. Here is an example: Last night after watching American Idol (don't you just love Danny? He is so nice and cute.) I went to my studio's storage closet to box up some supplies. I have made the decision to only bring my painting supplies to New York. I love anything creative and I have a tendency to stretch myself too thin. I want to spend a year concentrating only on painting. So here is an example of my problem: I love to make greeting cards and journals from my handmade papers and embossing and lino prints etc. I started to box it all up to save in storage until I return and move to Minneapolis. You cannot believe the agony I put myself through. I got everything organized and found myself mourning over the fact that I cannot take it with me. This morning I find myself more disciplined, "I will leave it behind."

I also face the dilemma on what to do with all of my 'non painting' art. I just posted some of it on etsy. If you are reading this and have the time I would appreciate it if you would check it out and pass the word.

I have so much more to say, but out of time today. http://artworksbydiane.etsy.com/

Find time to be alone with yourself

I just read a great post by Janelle Goodwin, entitled: Solitude. She talks about needing time alone. I want to add some thoughts to that.

Yes, that is very important and sometimes we let the day take control and forget. We all know how important it is to alleviate stress from our lives, yet that is so hard because we have so much we need to accomplish in a day and so many people in our lives to make time for. I have come up with some techniques that work for me.

First of all, I don't wait for the opportunity to be alone, I make them.

I know that once I get into my 'day' I will be unstoppable, that is why I must give myself the first hour of the day. I wake up full of ideas so the best time for me to organize my thoughts and ideas is during my morning prep (hair, makeup,teeth) Then I go to my favorite spot with a fresh cup of coffee and begin with my readings, you know, the day by day inspirational ones. Very often I feel a need to journal about a book or movie or something I just read, just a few lines, it doesn't take long. Then I try to meditate, that is hard, but I do spend time talking to God and then I try to remain silent so I can hear him.



Some of you may be thinking:" That is easy for her, she's retired", but anyone can take an hour in the morning, you just have to get up in time to allow it



Another great time for me to be alone with my thoughts is when I walk my dog, especially if we are in a quiet place. While he is happily running or sniffing, I am using my senses to absorb my surroundings and to listen to myself.



These posts are another time for me to be alone. It gives me time to really think about things as I share them with anyone who wants to read them.



My advise to people who tend to wash dishes or wander around the house while they are on the phone is to stop and sit down and give the person on the line your full attention, enjoy the time, relax, laugh or cry with them .



My advise to people with cell phones, keep them in your purse. Prioritize those calls and only respond to the ones that cannot wait. And for the people who take walks with the radio glued to their ears, you have no idea what you are missing.

That is it for today.

Another discovery on this journey of change.

My move to N.Y. is less than 10 weeks away. My 'calm, collected self ' is not feeling calm these days. 'Anxious' would probably be a better word to describe how I feel. Anxious as in; "I am so excited about going to N.Y." and "I am disturbed and worried that I cannot get everything done before I go."

My priority this week has been to correct any little flaw in my house so that it is ready to be properly presented to the potential buyers. (Note: I did not say 'next owner' because that thought still makes me sad.)

On to my discovery: I have a huge closet in my attic studio, and I decided that is a good place to start with the sorting process of what to save and what to throw. My discovery is that I can easily part with most of it. Here is one example:

I had 8 spiral notebooks of daily journals about my activities and thoughts during the first year after the divorce (19 years ago). I save this type of thing, imagining that someday when I am old I will read them for reflection and insight. It was very therapeutic then, but I don't have any desire to read it now. It is in the past. As I continued in the closet I realized I didn't need nor want to save most of what was in there.

This idea of getting rid of everything I don't need is contagious. The plan has always been to keep it simple and only take what I need to New York and store what I want to have when I move back and settle in Mpls. The list of what I want to save is getting very small.

The result of this is the feeling of freedom. I want to be rid of the burden of all of this 'stuff" I don't need. By clearing out this house, I am clearing out my life and keeping just the good. I am getting rid of the clutter in my life.

I recommend this idea to others. Think how easy it will be to find stuff !

Read the quote for today, it was perfect for this blog.

I hope to hear from some of you.
Diane

What makes a house a home?

I just finished watching American Idol. With all of the tragic things happening in the world, this show gives me some much needed enjoyment and relief. It was great to see the contestants so happy that the judges 'saved' Matt, as if they were not even in competition with each other. They have grown so close to each other during this. Isn't it fantastic how much joy we are able to give and receive in this life? People need people. Tonight's show was just the icing on the cake after seeing the 'You Tube' video that has been on the news all day. (Britain's show: 'You've Got Talent', also with Simon Cowell) If anyone didn't see it, I will put the link on this post. Every time I watch it my smile gets bigger and bigger. Watching Simon smile, melts my heart. He smiles with his eyes.

American Idol isn't the only reason I am emotional today. I have been going back and forth about what to do about my house when I move to New York in July. I have decided to put it on the market and today they put the 'For Sale' sign up. Ohhhhh, I am selling a part of me. There isn't a wall I haven't painted, or a space I haven't transformed. I will miss

the small outside terrace that my neighbor and I paved with brick and my flowers and birds and the gentle sound of the fountain. My home is so charming and has given me more contentment than I ever could have imagined, not to mention the wonderful times spent here with family and friends.

BUT, I will create that where ever I go, I will take my home with me. It isn't the house in my life, it is the people in my life that matters. I get to spend a year with my New York family. I am so excited to think of the adventures ahead of me and the people yet to meet. I will grow there, not old, but I will grow as a person and then I will sadly have to leave them because I intend to end up in Minneapolis where my other 3 children live with their spouses and my 5 grandchildren.

What a problem, huh?

Some have said that they envy me for this freedom. I say: "You can do the same when your time comes. Never settle, never stop." I just finished reading Obama's book, "Dreams of my father" I actually didn't read it, I had the audio book and I listened as I drove to Minneapolis for Easter. Barrack read it so wonderfully, he could be an actor. His voice changed with each character, it was fantastic. He was telling about moving back to Hawaii to live with his Grandparents for awhile so he could continue going to American schools. He described his Grandparents routine. Pops (I think is what he called his grandpa) was bored with his job and he and his Grandma, 'Toots' didn't talk much to each other anymore. So Pops sat in front of the T.V. every night and Toots spend her time reading in a different room. The line I remember was this: "It seems they both just decided to 'settle' ''. That is sad.

These posts are going to be about my adventure. So here is the list:

1. Move to New York for a year.

2. Sell the house. (If I don't get my asking price I will rent it)

3. stay tuned.......

The best laid plans...blah blah blah

What a day I had yesterday.

I was so excited to see an empty square on my calendar, an entire day to spend as I wished. My plan to get my shopping done in the morning was good, I would take the dogs for a nice long walk in the woods when I get home. (My companion Sammie, a little 6 lb. Maltese and my daughters huge black poodle )

I really got into my shopping and was relieved that I didn't have to teach the art class I have been teaching on Thur afternoons since the first session had just ended and we were on a break. I came home with way too many bags, not just grocery's, a frame for my last painting, a couple of tee shirts, some self tanning cream and new lipstick and lotion for my very dry face, and oh yes, the grocery's that the trip was all about. Really, I MUST stay away from Super Target!



I walk into the house,bags in both hands, with 2 hysterically happy dogs barking and jumping their greetings to me and the phone is ringing. It is the art center giving me the news that two students showed up for the second session.........WHAT?! No! I have groceries to put away, I am hungry , the dogs are lonely and need a walk. I tell the art director to give the students some paper and watercolor paint to keep them busy for 15 min. I frantically stuff all the grocery's into cupboards, the microwave and refrigerator to protect everything from Jasper, the HUGE black poodle. I grab some art supplies and Sammie (no way is my sweet little guy going to be cooped up in this house alone with this HUGE poodle any more.) and jump into my car. I close the car door and discover the index finger on my left hand is still outside the door. Weird, no pain.When I opened the car door and removed my hand I discovered that the finger was wedged into the rubber lining of the door. Lucky for me.

Sammie was a little anxious when I first got to the art center so I held him as I started to teach. Within a few minutes I looked at my finger and it was rapidly expanding in size. I had no feeling in the finger, that was a good thing, right? The gals at the center brought me a little baggie of ice, so I rested my left hand on that which freed up my right hand to hold Sammie. When I wanted to demonstrate a procedure to the students I would let Sammie walk around the table. It was really cute when he started to drink the water we were cleaning our brushes with and walk through some wet paint and then walked across an empty canvas with his little green paws.

Next weeks class may be more organized but I am sure the students won't think it is nearly as much fun.

Tomorrows blog will be about the next step on my list. The saga continues on the journey of my next adventure: moving to New York.
1. I have decided to move to N.Y. to Nanny for a year.
2. Should I sell or rent my house?

Of course I will want your opinons so keep tuning in and thanks so much to those who have already commented. I will get back to each of you soon.

Diane