16 Apr 2014 @ 14:21 
Distraction of Campfires

Distraction of Campfires

I figured out why I accomplish so little, or rather, one major reason other than sheer procrastination, internal desire for perfectionism, and the ease with which I can be distracted if not fully invested in whatever I am doing.

I am a collector at heart. That’s it. Seriously. I, almost compulsively, collect ideas, patterns, recipes, thoughts, words, snippets of “Someday I may need these” facts, and emotions. I get so involved finding, reading, or absorbing “it”, I never get around to doing most of “it”.

I have literally spent entire mornings looking for patterns, ideas, changes to make. That could be why my hard drives are all full. Totally relaxed, in my own world, not giving more than a procrastinating thought to what I had planned to do,and should do on those days.

I may have laid blame on 4 awesome days of babysitting our granddaughter, lifting her so much I was exhausted. But blame must, also, be shared with cloudy skies, summer sun, or cold winds that alternate in bringing me joy and wanting to crawl in bed with a book.

Distraction of picnics

Distraction of picnics

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Last Edit: 16 Apr 2014 @ 14:21

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 14 Apr 2014 @ 23:22 

It has been a fun few years and next to no blogging. Not sure why, but I am back! And still hoping Leon will blog some, too. Haha, I dream.

A selfie in Northern FL, I think

A selfie in Northern FL, I think

We had our second grandchild, a boy, recently. To say Leon was excited to have a male heir to carry on his name is an understatement. To say his granddaughter has enchanted him is an understatement. I, of course, am immune to them both. (Wow, if you believe that, you will believe anything.)

We recently spent time at a gathering of South East Lazy Dazers (SELD) in St. Augustine and I got no pictures – my phone was full and our camera put away. Such a friendly group that Leon and I ended up in fun conversations, forgot the time and missed out on exploring. Worth it, yes, but next time we will talk while exploring. “The 50s Meets the 60s” was the theme for the last night’s pizza party. I went in the only logical costume for me… red thin headband, tie died tank top, jeans, and thongs. I was in my element. Leon rocked his Panama hat and jeans.

Workamping in MI and for Amazon.com, working in AL, visiting WI, IA, GA, SC, and WA state, and remodeling Panoply (our RV) have taken up a great deal of the past two years. Pics and stories to follow – and an opinion or two, I am sure. And I had a good opinion of the kayak below!

Testing the perfect kayak for us

Testing the perfect kayak for us

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Last Edit: 14 Apr 2014 @ 23:22

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 05 Mar 2013 @ 16:06 

I read recently that people that do two things at once – do not in reality. They are actually just switching their focus quickly from one thing to the other and back. Hmmm, so I suppose all these years that I thought I was doing two things at once I was just extremely fast at changing my focus.

In my case changing focus quickly worked hand in hand with my short attention span for most things. At work, during the afternoon rush, I was “doing more than two things at once” – and usually well. Each job I held required multi-tasking and had built in interruptions. Chaotic – perfect for my short attention span.

The only times I could focus for any length of time have been:

  • reading a novel that flowed well, I sometimes read through the night
  • redesigning the house in my head – or on paper, I could go on all day
  • choreographing a belly dance, I would go on until exhausted
  • writing poetry or my one novel attempt, I would get lost in my words

It dawned on me while writing this post: I spent most of my teenage/adult life multi-tasking. Perhaps my short attention span was more learned than not. I used to talk to Mom’s best friend when she was at the house, music playing, I dancing and carrying on a conversation. I don’t remember it as much as they do, it was natural to me, they found it a bit weird. (OK, it was!) But other than that I was normally lost in a book or studying. Not multi-tasking – hmmmm.

So, time to learn to do one thing at a time, at least sometimes.

Speaking of changes: time to get back to blogging. We have made a lot of changes to Panoply (our RV/home) and have a lot of catching up to do here. I have drafts written, just need to add pictures.

One day at a time, one action at a time.

Posted By: Marcia
Last Edit: 05 Mar 2013 @ 16:06

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 18 Mar 2012 @ 21:32 

The Calming

The atmosphere seems to have parted around us this first year full timing in Panoply. More times than a reasonable person could expect, threatening weather skipped hauntingly past us to throw lightning, hail, or winds at someone else. To say we were grateful would be the cliché understatement.

Do I dare hope for 2012 to go as well? How about I hope the same for you?

Done.

Yes, I do!

Posted By: Marcia
Last Edit: 18 Mar 2012 @ 21:33

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 31 Dec 2011 @ 18:23 

Hey, Ya’ll!

We wish you all a Happy New Year. May 2012 be at the least, interesting; at the worst, fantastic!

Also, note: My brother rerecorded his single, “I’m Coming Home” – to put the emphasis on the words rather than be drowned out somewhat by the music. The song is on my sidebar. Good Job, Bill!

Also, I am introducing our Granddog, Nelly, who I call Nelly Belly. She is a Brindle Boxer, full of love and a bit headstrong. What a combination.

It was a great 2011 for our family, adding a new Granddog and a new Granddaughter, just topped it off.

Leon and Marcia

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Last Edit: 16 Aug 2012 @ 09:55

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