The Big Bite
It has been a VERY long time since I posted anything. That's not good for a blog or journal... And this is supposed to be both. I seem to go through these dry spells every now and then. The tide of life and duties of the day well up and wash me out into a sea of mental fatigue. Once in that state, I feel incapable of writing anything humankind would want to read. I may have a solution, see the last paragraph.
This time of silence was brought when I bit off more than I could chew, to whit the "Christmas Project" that consumed me for weeks, nay months. I was working on compiling a portion of our family history and gathering genealogy information then combing the family history with a printout of each person's direct line as far back as I have it traced (1500's). These sheets, printed on both sides, I then punched and bound (with plastic "Punch & Bind binders) into a personalized book for each of my children and adult grandchildren.
Needless to say, the project, which had seemed simple in the planning stage, proved to be monumental complex in its execution. My printer doesn't approve of two-sided printing and I wasted much ink and endless sheets of 24-pound acid free paper trying to force the issue. Since each book was personalized and had ancestors listed and linked to the recipient, I could not have copies made commercially.
I decided to also do books for my nieces and nephew and any grown children they have, and my brother and some cousins... You already see my problem with a lot of things. I never know when or where to stop. For Christmas dinner, we had turkey and ham because I couldn't decide which to get. Same thing with potatoes and sweet potatoes, pies, cakes, baklava... we had it all. And we still have a bunch of it!
Today I have been trying to make a doctor's appointment. I have been trying to find a local neurologist who will treat out of state Workmen's Comp patients but to no avail. Today was telephone tag with the lawyer and doctor and I still have no appointment. I moved here in June! I flew to California for care at first, but now even my California neurologist is unavailable since he has retired and closed his practice. I get so frustrated with this... but then I recall that God is in control and all He asks is I trust Him. He has been so tolerant with me because quite frankly, I feel like throwing a tantrum!
Okay, I promised a possible solution for long blog/journal dry spells. On days I feel too swamped to write, I'll jot a short note, even if it's just one sentence.
This time of silence was brought when I bit off more than I could chew, to whit the "Christmas Project" that consumed me for weeks, nay months. I was working on compiling a portion of our family history and gathering genealogy information then combing the family history with a printout of each person's direct line as far back as I have it traced (1500's). These sheets, printed on both sides, I then punched and bound (with plastic "Punch & Bind binders) into a personalized book for each of my children and adult grandchildren.
Needless to say, the project, which had seemed simple in the planning stage, proved to be monumental complex in its execution. My printer doesn't approve of two-sided printing and I wasted much ink and endless sheets of 24-pound acid free paper trying to force the issue. Since each book was personalized and had ancestors listed and linked to the recipient, I could not have copies made commercially.
I decided to also do books for my nieces and nephew and any grown children they have, and my brother and some cousins... You already see my problem with a lot of things. I never know when or where to stop. For Christmas dinner, we had turkey and ham because I couldn't decide which to get. Same thing with potatoes and sweet potatoes, pies, cakes, baklava... we had it all. And we still have a bunch of it!
Today I have been trying to make a doctor's appointment. I have been trying to find a local neurologist who will treat out of state Workmen's Comp patients but to no avail. Today was telephone tag with the lawyer and doctor and I still have no appointment. I moved here in June! I flew to California for care at first, but now even my California neurologist is unavailable since he has retired and closed his practice. I get so frustrated with this... but then I recall that God is in control and all He asks is I trust Him. He has been so tolerant with me because quite frankly, I feel like throwing a tantrum!
Okay, I promised a possible solution for long blog/journal dry spells. On days I feel too swamped to write, I'll jot a short note, even if it's just one sentence.
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