Good Mornthing! [20190307]

7/3/19 07:32
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It occurred to me that it was getting mildly difficult to track which mornthing post people were commenting on, when checking notifications in my inbox, so I'm trying out a date tag in the subject/headline box to see if that helps me keep things all straightened out.

Birthday time for the lad yesterday was a Huge Success! There was only one thing-present for him, because snowstorm wonked my shopping-with-siblings plans, but it was a thoughtful gift that he very much liked, which is the kind of gift he liked. For post-cake evening plans he had the option of several activities, most of which were solo-with-mom things, but he opted for the whole family to go to the arcade. We all had a blast playing things, and everybody gave him their tickets.

SALM in particular is quite skilled at hitting the jackpot on certain ticket-bearing games, so this was really quite excellent for the boy.
Youngest Spawn with his birthday ticket stash 

Today is payday, and I have blown through all of the bill-paying I need to do this cycle, AND socked money into Savings, AND....still have money left over? WHAT SORCERY is THIS?! I've heard that being poor for a long time can lead to one's spending habits generally going one of two ways, one being that when you get a sum of monies in hand you spend it right away one things that will stick around before the money vanishes, or you turn downright miserly with it. I think I am largely having a tendency to the latter, with brief little bouts of the former.

Although I still haven't picked out a fountain pen.

I have such a complicated and perhaps not completely healthy relationship with my own finances. There's probably a post about that at some point.

But now: WORK, Long Day edition. 10 hours. much productive. very capitalism. wow.

Hello, Blisstopia! <3

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Good Mornthing!

6/3/19 07:44
blissmorgan: (good mornthing)
I totally meant to have a big rambly post this morning, and spent all that time replying to comments instead. Sorrynotsorry.

Youngest Spawn turns 12 today. It's been a good day so far. I made chocolate chip pancakes, and we listened to There's A Cat Licking Your Birthday Cake. Here, you listen too:


 I skipped showering in favor of birthday breakfast, and I have fifteen minutes to get dressed and try to make my hair work-acceptable.

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Good Mornthing: Transition and Liminality

11/1/19 07:45
blissmorgan: (good morning)
What a week this has been! I've been dealing with an interpersonal matter that I am not going to get into here for Reasons, but it is causing me to take stock of how I operate in certain relationships, how I act and react, and how I really do need to adjust and hone my focus in terms of the sorts of connections I'm seeking to make. This is on top of/in addition to the similar adjustments and honing I am making in terms of my internet and social media, what with the impending doom shuttering of G+ and the clumsily-handle-at-best attempt at sanitizing Tumblr enough to make it palatable to Apple's pinched mouth app store. Holy crap you guys I had forgotten how much I missed using strikeout for snarky asides in the middle of my text.
( Cut for length and pictures: LOLs, birthday shenanigans, and Release )
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Good Mornthing!

9/1/19 07:43
blissmorgan: (good morning)
My birthday was two days ago and it was... really surprisingly good. I mean, as an actual day goes, it was kind of bog standard: went to work, went grocery shopping, came home, had dinner, hung out with my family, went to bed. But I approached it differently than I have in years past. Not only did I fail to plan myself a party, but I also felt no sense of loss or resentment about the lack of party. Yes, I had to buy my own cake else there would have not been one, but that meant that not only did I get a cake but I got one that I really liked (yellow cake with blue icing and white snowflakes on top). I got lots of FB messages, but didn't feel obligated to reply to every single one. All in all it ended up being a good day.

This all would have been incredibly stressful to me even as recently as last year. I've been going through a lot of change, internally; SALM talked with me last night about how he's been trying to give me a lot of room and space because I "seem to be doing a lot of processing" and reader, he's not wrong. I'm not sure how much of that processing is necessarily conscious and deliberate, but it does seem to be happening.

Sunday he drove all the way to Harvard Square and came home with a box of the Robert Burns Scotch Whiskey collection of chocolates form L.A. Burdick.  It is a special assortment of scotch-blended chocolates in honor of the 260th anniversary of Burns' birth, which is going to be on the 25th. Writing of it just now, I've gone to look at some of his poems. It's been a long time since I read any Burns, and I forgot how prone he is go give me a giggle - he's like the Scottish Twitter of his day!

I got me a gift for my birthday as well. There is a jewelry artist whose work I quite enjoy, Kythryne Aisling, who runs Wyrding Studios. I am in a group on the book of faces for fans of her work. There she did a project on NYE of having folk choose a dollar amount to spend, a color, a word, a type of jewelry piece, and a guideword, and she would create them over the course of the passage of the old year into the new that night - At The Turning Of The Year. I live close enough to her that mine came the day after I paid for it, and I was able to wear it on my birthday:


 
At no point did I actually tell her that it was a birthday present for myself, so the fact that she made my birthstone the centerpoint of my new shawl pin is an unexpected delight.

My birthday also brought with it the perfectly timed arrival of a piece of art. It was drawn for me by a dear artist friend, and I am not going to share it here because apparently they sometimes get hounded for Free Artz and I don't want anyone to end up angry or butthurt that I got something and they didn't, for whatever reason. I am going to share that it gives me a giggle, and this weekend is going to include hitting the shops to get another frame so I can put it up on my Art Wall in the bedroom.

I feel like I had more I wanted to say but spent out all my time on birthday recountings. I think I was going to ruminate on how this birthday went so quietly well because I really am living that guideword, "release", and started doing so even before I chose it. I suppose that instead of leaving this sitting open while I try to think of what more I meant to say, I had better just release it.

Hello, Blisstopia.<3
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Hello. I am an ass.

15/10/18 10:25
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You know the saying about "when you assume things it makes an ass out of you and me"? Really, making assumptions just means that one makes an ass out of oneself, and I definitely did that yesterday. There's also a saying about the importance of praising publicly, and chastising in private; it doesn't go so far as to make a recommendation vis a vis apologies, but I think it's safe to assume that one should make an apology in at least as public a forum as the one in which one did something wrong.

Yesterday, as part of my morning post, I wrote this:

My big brother turns 40 today, and while he planned way ahead for his wife's big birthday bash and reached out to lots of people at a special venue to really make it a thing, she...made a facebook invite for it and is having it at my parents' house. I am sad that it is not a bigger deal for him, and now that I'm thinking about it I am also mad at myself for not doing anything to help make it a big deal.
 
 
So, when she made the facebook invitation, it was with a comment about how she couldn't top what he had done for her birthday. I apparently processed this into some kind of lack of planning ahead on her part. I had literally no good reason to think that. Looking at it in restrospect, this may be one of the dumbest assumptions I have ever made, because every time that I have attended an event that she planned, it was PLANNED - clever decor, suitable and bountiful foods, good people.

Yesterday was, in fact, no different.
  • There was a baseball theme to the whole of the party, which is perfectly suited to my brother; baseball has been a core and driving interest for him literally since we were children.
  • She not only found decorations that looked like baseballs and paired them in interesting ways with balloons and bowls, but she and my mom also worked together to make excellent decoration featuring a wooden Lousiville Slugger and a baseball mitt that had belonged to my mother's father.
  • In addition to an excellent spread of sandwiches, cheese and crackers, pasta, and other good things to eat, there were chocolate balls that looked like little baseballs, a bowl of Double Bubble, and a large popcorn bin full of microwave popcorn packets for people to take home.
  • There was a cake with A Story that impressed me to no end the way that she manages to take no shit and find excellent deals in the face of adverse results.
  • There was even a poster laid out like a baseball field, showing my parents' wedding photo at first base, a childhood photo of my brother at second base, their wedding photo at third base, and a family picture of them with their daughter as the HOME RUN!
  • There were good people, and kids running around, and stories. 
It was everything a birthday celebration should be: it was loving and well-planned, bringing family and friends together to celebrate the birthday guy.

And then she got home and saw my post. A thoughtless assumption, not based at all in the reality of my knowledge of her. It was unkind, and it was hurtful, and I make no excuse for myself. I can only say that I was wrong, both in my assumption and expectations, and that is on nobody but me.

I am sorry I hurt her, and I know that saying that is not nearly enough to assuage the hurt that I caused. I can only accept that I did wrong, and sit with my own deed without making excuses. And I will try to do, and be, better, because she deserves better than I have been.
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