Bogaert and McLees, Living RV Poetry

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.

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!

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

Added a sunset pic to Photo Poetry (tab at top of page).

May your sunsets lead to star filled nights and promising sunrises.

But not always for the worse. Well, except right now I am typing without seeing the keys. It is typing in white apparently since I upgraded WordPress.

We have a new grandchild. Our first! As soon as Leon finishes up his workamping at Amazon.com, we will go meet her! Yes, there is a lot of pink in our future, hers, too! Don’t expect us to have a princess for a granddaughter, though. Her mom has well adapted her tomboy side with her all girl side. I am quite sure her daughter will be as adept! I am sure our son will play his role in helping to round her out, as well.

Yes, our granddaughter was born on December 10th. Is not that the greatest thing?! I have been lax on my knitting, getting used to this RVing life style, and not having access to the yarn and needles I wanted when I had time and patience to work on the booties and hats. And there is the ‘issue’ of new places, new people, new gorgeous views to distract me.

Patience, you ask? It’s like this, I am not a person who can concentrate on anything other than the internet or a good book, lol. I am so easily distracted that I miss a stitch in the pattern, discover it way down the piece and have to rip out. Of course, I do not know the correct way to do that, so invariably I am untwisting or twisting stitches on most or all of the row when I start knitting again. It IS a labor of love, but….

(Hmmm, I had to edit it, you could not read some of my strange typos, lol. It shows up in black on HTML page, but not on visual page. No time to research the problem now!)

I leave you with a vision of hope for good days. I absolutely love this sky – it is the reflection of joy radiating from despair.