This is just a little post. Its not funny or sad or happy or anything. Its just a little post about something that is so so important to me. Not as important as my children or husband or life goals or health or maybe it is to do with all of that in some way.
And that important thing is......Purple Room. I LOVE Purple Room. I am safe in here. I am myself. I am relaxed. I can think or cry or listen to music or write or pick my nose or eat something illegal. I have a huge huge oversized garbage can and I fill it with random crap. (a particular fetish of mine...throwing crap out) My chair has my ass grooves. When I need to lecture and regulate Monte we can do it with purple love and purple warmth and purple privacy.
I feel Aryn's spirit in here. She has talked about Purple Room with equal love and attachment. I didn't really understand, until it was my turn. She is the one that named it and I carry on the practise, with honour.
Sometimes I move my lappy out to the living room. But very soon my back is hurting (my chair out there now has Parker ass grooves), Bill is annoying me, I am not able to concentrate while I write, I can no longer mentally multi task and I feel the purple pull. Then Bill will say one thing wrong or start clipping his toe nails, or chew and slurp loudly and I pull up stakes and head back down the hall.
Purple comfort zone....and probably only Aryn will understand this.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Monday, January 10, 2011
FORGIVE ME MY CHILDREN BUT......
All mothers truly love their children and want to be with them as much as possible. That being said, and forgive me children if you are reading this, there is one particular time in my life when I am glad they are grown and gone (or at least grown responsible for themselves). And that would be for the first two hours of the day. I love getting up when I want, not dictated by dirty diapers, hungry mouths, school schedules and play dates.
I can leisurely arise, spend as long as I want in the loo, make coffee, sit in front of my lappy, watch the news (without having to turn it up to thirty thousand decibels to hear over kids) snooze in my chair if I like. Well you get the point I am sure. I have had children that need attending to almost all my adult life.
This morning though an oddity came to my attention. The morning started like most my mornings do now. I awoke....oh I don't know what time....hit the loo and spent...oh I don't know how long....into the kitchen and made coffee and over to my comfy chair, scratching parts I felt like scratching, turned on my lappy, turned on the news (quietly) and sat back. Then I remembered I needed to throw a load of laundry into the dryer and a new one into the washer. Before going back to my chair I threw a roast into the mike to defrost and answered the beeping of the "finished" coffee pot, pouring a cup of black into my favourite coffee mug. Back to my chair. Ahhhhh...now my favourite part of the day starts. Sipping, emailing, surfing, newsing, snoozing......
Beeeeep!! What the heck? It came from somewhere over near Bill's chair. I glanced and ignored. Beeeep!! There it was again. Again I ignored it. Beeeeep!! Now I'm pissed. What the hell. So I heave myself out of my chair and go over and look. I couldn't see anything that would beep. So, I stood there and waited. And waited. Suddenly Beeep!! I dove down to where I thought I heard it and started moving things. Lifting this pile then that I finally dug out his neglected cell phone, in desparate need of charging. So I fling around and finally find the cord and plug it in. Back to the chair.
Ahhhhh..I settle in again. Suddenly there was a successive series of beepings. Crap! The microwave. I heave up again and go to the kitchen. I haul the roast out of the mike, and get out the slow cooker (I say so easily), wash it out and put in the roast, slap on some herbs and stuff, put on the lid and wing back to the chair. Settle and ahhhhhhh!!!
I actually managed to send off and read a few emails before the next beeping occurred. What the heck now? Oh yes, the washer. This noise though was urgent. I heave up again and race over to a very distressed washer. There is no middle agitator thingy in our new space age washer, therefore loads unbalance. Your first hint is unhealthy sounding thunking and then frantic beeping. So I sort out the problem, shut the lid and do a test, everything is fine so back to my chair to try again. I am getting a little ticked now.
Well, I think you can probably figure out where this is going. Within the next few minutes I was called to the pinging cell phone in the bedroom, beeping coffee pot shutting down, the dryer announcing its "job well done" song, doorbell for a delivery, two dogs needing to be put out, dings of "you've got mail", a terrible noise from purple room reminding me I had forgotten to shut off the electrified speakers ( a faulty plug in to the lappy cord makes it do that now and then). Finally it all stopped. Quiet descended. I stood and thoroughly marched mentally through each room and figured I had pretty much taken care of EVERYTHING and it was probably ok to sit back down a resume my morning ablutions. Ahhhhhhhh, sipping, surfing, newsing, snoozing...and then out comes Bill. His lappy is open to CKNW and the radio is blasting, his slippers (how can slippers be so loud) slapping, talking loudly to the dogs, he comes over to his chair and plops down. And..within two minutes he is coughing, sneezes really really loudly about twelve times, I quit counting them years ago, blowing his nose, smiles at me cheerily. Then he reaches over and hauls out the toe nail clippers, the heavy duty industrial strength ones that sound like a gun going off and fling his nails like little daggers all about the room. At that point I smile back, pick up my coffee and lappy and head off to purple room.
You know I don't think my life has changed that much afterall! Difference is it isn't kids but things and Bill that keep me on my toes. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live on a deserted, unelectrified island. Probably lonely and boring!
I can leisurely arise, spend as long as I want in the loo, make coffee, sit in front of my lappy, watch the news (without having to turn it up to thirty thousand decibels to hear over kids) snooze in my chair if I like. Well you get the point I am sure. I have had children that need attending to almost all my adult life.
This morning though an oddity came to my attention. The morning started like most my mornings do now. I awoke....oh I don't know what time....hit the loo and spent...oh I don't know how long....into the kitchen and made coffee and over to my comfy chair, scratching parts I felt like scratching, turned on my lappy, turned on the news (quietly) and sat back. Then I remembered I needed to throw a load of laundry into the dryer and a new one into the washer. Before going back to my chair I threw a roast into the mike to defrost and answered the beeping of the "finished" coffee pot, pouring a cup of black into my favourite coffee mug. Back to my chair. Ahhhhh...now my favourite part of the day starts. Sipping, emailing, surfing, newsing, snoozing......
Beeeeep!! What the heck? It came from somewhere over near Bill's chair. I glanced and ignored. Beeeep!! There it was again. Again I ignored it. Beeeeep!! Now I'm pissed. What the hell. So I heave myself out of my chair and go over and look. I couldn't see anything that would beep. So, I stood there and waited. And waited. Suddenly Beeep!! I dove down to where I thought I heard it and started moving things. Lifting this pile then that I finally dug out his neglected cell phone, in desparate need of charging. So I fling around and finally find the cord and plug it in. Back to the chair.
Ahhhhh..I settle in again. Suddenly there was a successive series of beepings. Crap! The microwave. I heave up again and go to the kitchen. I haul the roast out of the mike, and get out the slow cooker (I say so easily), wash it out and put in the roast, slap on some herbs and stuff, put on the lid and wing back to the chair. Settle and ahhhhhhh!!!
I actually managed to send off and read a few emails before the next beeping occurred. What the heck now? Oh yes, the washer. This noise though was urgent. I heave up again and race over to a very distressed washer. There is no middle agitator thingy in our new space age washer, therefore loads unbalance. Your first hint is unhealthy sounding thunking and then frantic beeping. So I sort out the problem, shut the lid and do a test, everything is fine so back to my chair to try again. I am getting a little ticked now.
Well, I think you can probably figure out where this is going. Within the next few minutes I was called to the pinging cell phone in the bedroom, beeping coffee pot shutting down, the dryer announcing its "job well done" song, doorbell for a delivery, two dogs needing to be put out, dings of "you've got mail", a terrible noise from purple room reminding me I had forgotten to shut off the electrified speakers ( a faulty plug in to the lappy cord makes it do that now and then). Finally it all stopped. Quiet descended. I stood and thoroughly marched mentally through each room and figured I had pretty much taken care of EVERYTHING and it was probably ok to sit back down a resume my morning ablutions. Ahhhhhhhh, sipping, surfing, newsing, snoozing...and then out comes Bill. His lappy is open to CKNW and the radio is blasting, his slippers (how can slippers be so loud) slapping, talking loudly to the dogs, he comes over to his chair and plops down. And..within two minutes he is coughing, sneezes really really loudly about twelve times, I quit counting them years ago, blowing his nose, smiles at me cheerily. Then he reaches over and hauls out the toe nail clippers, the heavy duty industrial strength ones that sound like a gun going off and fling his nails like little daggers all about the room. At that point I smile back, pick up my coffee and lappy and head off to purple room.
You know I don't think my life has changed that much afterall! Difference is it isn't kids but things and Bill that keep me on my toes. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live on a deserted, unelectrified island. Probably lonely and boring!
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