The recipe for a good day…
A few quality hours spent writing my thesis.
A few quality hours being a mom.
A few quality hours spending time with my husband.
A few quality hours goofing off.
Now if I can just repeat this routine daily, I will survive my thesis.
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Inspired by the young people in my home. Advice given, rolled eyes received. There are just days when this kind of logic makes sense. Today is one of them.
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I have begun to understand why young historians gravitate to the long dead rather than more recent history when undertaking historical research. While there may be less material easily discoverable, at least there is no ambiguity as to if the material is considered history. Trying to research more recent events, particularly the history of diplomacy and foreign policy, is fraught with the danger of leaving the realm of history and entering the realm of political science. And of course, there is the ever present frustration of feeling old because you lived through the “history” about which you are writing.
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When you are young, a morning hangover results from staying up late partying. When you are old, a hangover is the simple byproduct of writing your Master’s thesis late into the night while eating fresh baked, chocolate chip cookies as substitute for dinner.
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A great message to share in the upcoming year…
Be Kind…
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Woke up this morning to a blast of cold and a beautiful view from my kitchen window. Inspiration followed, a good day to make a dumping soup with all the scraggly veggies in my fridge. Now the refrigerator is ready for fresh veggies just in time for Christmas cooking, and I have a hearty pot of soup to bolster me on this chilly day.
A big thank you goes out to my daughter. She braved the cold and took these photos for me.
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I woke up this morning after having a wonderful dream about being creatively crafty – yarn and fabric were magnificently arranged in delightful designs. Now I just need to find the energy to make my dream come true.
A dream can be just the inspiration and motivation needed to overcome.
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I love this blog post…
I was considering Grad School…and then I saw this. HILARIOUS! (POSTED ON DECEMBER 13, 2011 BY JOANNACR) 
… especially since I should be graduating in May with my Master’s. After 20 years away from school, it is such a lift to realize the craziness is due to the goal and not the age. I learned a very long time ago that you have to laugh at weaknesses and stress, and this post (and comments) indicates that other women pursuing higher education ‘get it’. We do have weaknesses and we do have stress, but not because we are women, but because we are human. The fact that we can complain and laugh – in essence express and share our feelings is what makes us strong and resilient so that we can overcome our weaknesses and stress. I find it funny that the very people who criticize this parody are the very ones comparing women to men and finding women lacking. Why should women change to be like men? We should not, but rather we should embrace all that makes us women – including what some call ‘warts’. Our ability to laugh at ourselves is not what will hold us back, but will propel us to success.
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There are so many positives about country living which make life a joy, but learning to deal with the negatives is often frustrating.
The battle to keep a home mice free is ongoing and can get a bit troublesome at times. However, when one week you find a bat in your hallway, and the following week you find a snake in your basement, those pesky little mice become much less worrisome to contemplate.
My daughter just informed me that when she searches online for ‘old’ quotes, statements written in the 1970s and 1980s show up. This, she says, means that people who lived then must also be old.
She may be correct as classic cars are between 30 and 49 years old. However, I prefer ‘classic’ to ‘old’, but will draw the line at ever being called ‘pre-antique’.
Pithy Ponderings 