Wednesday, January 28, 2015

IMPROVISING AND IMPROVING



IMPROVISING AND IMPROVING




One begins the day, and if you work there is a routine that works for this situation.  The details vary, but when I remember back, I found myself being very comfortable in the fact that I had a job, could influence others and have a degree of control and power, or at least a sense of it, because I had money coming in that I could predict and depend upon.  From that point, or because of that I began to work on other projects, while still making work the main fact of my life. 


One begins the day, and if you don’t work it is because you don’t have a job, or perhaps its because you had a job and kept it for a very long time, and now you at the end stage, where they say the baby boomers are getting older, finishing up their time of dominance in the work place, and moving on to the next stage of life.  And that would be, retirement or part-time work, or something I would like to think of as Improvising and Improving on the moment and the place you are in life.  And so that is my theme for today:  Improvising and improving.

 

Start my day pretty much like I do every day.  Not important to give details, but it didn’t take me long to figure out, I was bored.  That if I continued doing the same thing over and over again, boredom would take over.  But I wasn’t ready to just say or convince myself, that the things I was doing, was not sufficient or worthy.  After all, I had worked a life time to have enough money, to retire and determine how I might spend my days, as if it was a special choice and situation.  And it is.  Dawns on me that its up to me, what I do.  24/7.  Okay so I am not yet ready to be comfortable  with the idea of being at work 24/7.  Meaning I have a smart phone and technology and work is constant or can be.  Phone rings, demands attention, and you answer it.  Slave to the demands of the devices and things that make up your day.  24/7.  


And this is the very reason I do not have a cell phone.  Want some peace and quiet.  Want to be in control.  And so when it dawns on me that I must do something more or different than what I do each morning when I wake, make my way to my activity stations, mainly the kitchen where I brew a pot of tea, and then the kitchen where I have a computer work station conveniently off to the side, where it doesn’t interfere with cooking and cleaning and well it doesn’t interfere with the things would normally do in the kitchen.

 

Into the kitchen and for the first hour of my day, there is much I can be doing.  Part of the normal routine, to make tea, clean up around the sink, putting away last night dishes.  Yes, am a bit old fashion, and don’t have a dish washer, automated.  After a long day, doing dishes late at night isn’t really my thing.  But day after day, having a clean kitchen to start my day, is a mandatory thing.  Makes it easier to fix tea and breakfast.  Makes it easier to look around and decide, something new or left overs.  And so in all of this is a routine, and I take it as mandatory.  Am sure if I had a housekeeper and she kept my kitchen clean and ready for the next days usage, I could be doing something else.  But without her, I  haven’t gotten too far away from what I do, day in and day out.

 

And that is spending the first hour of each day, saying prayers, thankful that I have another day of life.  After that its tea and kitchen straightening up, and then enjoying the tea, sitting nearby looking at the computer.  Looking to see if I have received any new emails.  Looking to see if the daily banner news, is of interest.  And so it is, the first hour of my day is more or less, automatic.  And somewhere along the way I asked myself, “Could I improvise and improve on any of this.  Would doing so, make me more content and satisfied?”

 

Started the morning and it dawned on me, I didn’t really like what I was seeing or doing.  Now this doesn’t happen everyday.  Most days I am happy being left with the way things are.  So it take me long to free myself from the kitchen sink, adjust my state of mind, and figure out what it was that was bothering me.  And once I was able to tell myself, “This too will pass.”, I was able to get on with things.  Part of moving past my discomfort so early in the morning, was to come to grips or understanding of the why of the matter.  “Why do you let things like this bother you?  You know better.” 

 

Indeed, on this day it is true.  I know how to make things better.  So first, I should clue you in.  Seems this is super bowl nfl football week.  4 days before the big game.  And there is a routine and a basic interest, so I turned on the computer, went to the headline/online news concerning the Super Bowl, and quickly realized.  “Dumb.  Dumb.  Dumb.”  Is the point of this blog, it took me longer than what was certainly necessary, to feel the discomfort and do something about it.  Details for a few minutes will purge my soul.  And often I write blogs to just make things go away, and to purge my soul.  Okay this might sound silly.  But it is what I do.

 

Super Bowl Week will go by quickly.  Is the job of the media people to do what is necessary to hold our interest during the 7 days before the game, and then do it adequately so we are not burnt out on the whole routine, and just like clockwork we tune in on the game, inspire a Super Bowl Party, and have fun based on the notion that the best two teams in the NFL are playing football with each other.  So that is the details.  Too much football, but will be the last of it on Sunday.  Then we wait for Spring Baseball.  Damn Yankees.  Like I said, “Habits are hard to break.”

 

Improvise and Improve.  Is what I will be doing this week.  Is already Wednesday so it is not hard to imagine what might be on my schedule.  Improve in the sense, that if you are bored and disinterested, it is up to you to make changes and get an energy infusion.  Or not.  Choice is like that.  And since I don’t want this blog to get too long, I will stop here.  Winter Storm in the North East.  Boston got hit, and we have gotten use to the idea of Boston and Buffalo being difficult places to play this time of year.  Turns out the New England Patriots are in Arizona, preparing for the Super Bowl.  Good luck all.


As for me.  My Seattle Seahawks will improvise and hopefully improve.  Last year they won the big game.  What happens this year I will leave to your imagination.  And go into the kitchen and put the clean dishes away, make lunch and decide.  New And Improved.  How good is that.  Deflate the Footballs.  Talk about that on Media Day. 

 

And by the time Sunday rolls around, we will be ready for The Big Game.  Some of will watch the game.  Others will watch the commercials.  Some will drink and socialize.  Others will ignore the situation and we know what that is all about.  So done with this blog.  Have a good day.  “Damn Yankees.”  Big Storm.  Dig yourself out and take care of you.  That’s what I am saying.

 








2 comments:

  1. Interesting insight into your day. Not like mine. We always, wife's religion do the dishes at night. Prayers are an innovation I couldn't manage. I can't believe in a personal G-d or an interventionist G-d.


    It has taken me a long time to arrive where I started,
    wandering like a breeze.

    "....But thou, ...! shalt wander like a breeze
    By lakes and sandy shores, beneath the crags
    Of ancient mountain, and beneath the clouds,
    Which image in their bulk both lakes and shores
    And mountain crags: so shalt thou see and hear
    The lovely shapes and sounds intelligible
    Of that eternal language, which thy God
    Utters, who from eternity doth teach
    Himself in all, and all things in himself.
    Great universal Teacher! he shall mould
    Thy spirit, and by giving make it ask.

    Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee,
    Whether the summer clothe the general earth
    With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing
    Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch
    Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch
    Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall
    Heard only in the trances of the blast,
    Or if the secret ministry of frost
    Shall hang them up in silent icicles,
    Quietly shining to the quiet Moon."

    the end of 'Frost at Midnight' by Coleridge.

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  2. haven't paid a lot of attention to comments and John.
    But was just reading a book review by John H. Pendrey, listed as retired teacher, and smiled. didn't think it was you, as it seems he had a usa Georgia state mentality. But who knows in this shrinking world, who is who we think they are.

    Frost at Midnight by Coleridge.

    I found this intriguing and will myself to pay more attention.

    be well John. appreciate your presence on my site.

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