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Pollyanna tries to be Shiny – part deux

Lyda here.

So this is me, tryin’ to be shiny.*

* Some of our beloved readers might not know what I mean when I say “Shiny.”

To which I say:  Get thee to Netflix and watch “Firefly” and then “Serenity.”  Y’all are in for some fantastic viewing! Here is just a taste of the shiny that is “Firefly” – not safe for work. 

In that ‘Verse [universe], shiny = awesomeness. See bottom of post for more shiny fun.

But I digress…

You know when you are trolling the web, and you keep coming across all these lists of cleaning rituals, clutter-busting rules, and organization plans? It’s especially bad at the beginning of the year, and then bad again when everyone is telling you it’s time for Spring Cleaning.

Like the seasons need cleaning. Please. Seasons are self-cleaning. That is what rain is for, people. But I digress…

You read things like:  “2 Million Things You Should Do Every Morning Before Anyone Else is Awake or You are a Failure as a Human Being” or “1001 Clutter-Busting Tasks That You Must Do Immediately – Unless You Want to Continue Living in Filthy Squalor, You Lazy Bitch” or “Your New Simple Task List  –  Two Hours a Day Is All It Takes or You Can Continue to Live Like A Sewer Rat, You Disgusting Whore.”

Wow, those subtitles escalated fast. Calm down, Internet.

And then you have to go lie down because you feel faint. And you are certain that you will drown in your own clutter if you don’t die first from the filth. But before that happens you will be evicted because you are just too hopelessly disorganized to find your bills, much less pay them. And then they will drag you off to debtor’s prison and your daughter will have to support you, and your granddaughter will die in the street and it will be ALL. YOUR. FAULT.

You never want to live out a Dickens novel.

Okay, calm down. A few deep breaths. Think about kittens.  And wine. Think about watching adorable kittens while drinking wine…

That’s better.

I think I can help.

Anna-Liza is laughing now because she knows I have a bit of a cleaning thing* and she thinks my rules are going to be just as bad as Martha‘s.

Really, Martha? 4 minutes and 15 seconds on how to fold a fitted sheet? Really? Someone get that woman some better drugs.

* Let’s just say that I can relate to Monk a bit more than I’d like. I’ve never been that obsessive. Or that funny. But still, hours of cleaning.

But I digress…

I can no longer spend hours obsessively cleaning my place, as I was wont to do back in the old days.

About housework, my mother used to say, make a shiny spot each day. Oh wow. I just realized that Joss Whedon stole “shiny” from my mom. I think I’m due some royalties now. Or free DVDs.  Mom also used to say “You missed a spot” but I’m much better after the therapy…

But I digress again…

So I recently came up with my own plan:  the Five-Minute Shiny.

I decided to see what I could do in 5 minutes. Anything that I could call progress around the place, anything at all.

For five minutes.

Put a few  clean dishes away. Take out the kitchen trash.

No, not “go through the frig and toss everything that needs to be tossed and then clean the frig since it’s now empty, and defrost the freezer, and…” –  Just take out the bag of trash already in the bin.

The Five-Minute Shiny is a tiny bit extra beyond my everyday tasks, like feeding and watering the livestock (my three cats), and cleaning the litter box. And… uh… yeah, that’s about it.

The first week I came up with this, I timed myself – because I happened to be microwaving my dinner for five minutes, not because I was being all scientific. I was amazed at what I can do in five minutes.

So, now I try to do a Five-Minute Shiny every day. Some days, I might do one in the morning and one at night. And some days, even 5 minutes is too much to think about, let alone accomplish. And that’s okay too.

This is the great thing:  Even done semi-regularly, the Five-Minute Shiny has really helped keep the place tidier and more organized.

Of course, I could use the five minutes to fold a fitted sheet.

But let’s not get silly.

* Super Shiny Bonus Fun:  Go here. Let’s do the thing.

Sneezy Pollyanna and the Harbingers of Spring

Anna-Liza here. I am not sure that “spring” means much of anything to Lyda anymore, other than the name of the town where I went to high school, since she lives in SoCal. Here in Colorado, spring means a lot.

Sunny days in the 60s alternating with snow.

Wind. Crocus blossoms and, eventually, daffodils. Pollen. Wind. Trees budding out. Crabapples blooming. Wind. Pollen.

Also, hay fever. Spring and fall are both allergy seasons for me, but the shock of spring allergies after a winter of a non-itchy face makes it seem worse. Yes, I have things I can take for the symptoms, but on the worst days nothing relieves them entirely. It’s better, but I’m still Teary, Itchy, Stuffy and Sneezy. And Grumpy. And I wish Doc could come up with something to keep me from wanting to scratch my face off that doesn’t make me Sleepy or Goofy. Yeah, I know that last one’s not a dwarf. Don’t care.

Yesterday it was windy and cool, today it’s snowing. And Darlin’ K is off at Ski Jam 7: Beats on the Steeps for a day of snowboarding and music. Me? I am thinking about tacos for dinner and wondering if takeout Mexican for lunch would be too much. And will I have time for knitting if I spend all day on the internet? Probably not much, so I guess I’d better go get something done! I’m working on Sea Tangles, and I want to have it finished to wear when the weather finally gets warm!

Pollyanna and the Incovenient Robin

Hey, Anna-Liza here. It snowed last night, but I don’t have pictures. Taking pictures out the back window is a little restricted right now, because of this:

Wait, can’t see it? Here’s a close-up:

We’re avoiding going through the back door for a while. We’re all feeling very protective of Mama Robin! Daddy Robin is, too – Darlin’ K got dive-bombed the other day when he got too close.

In the first picture, you can see where another nest was started and abandoned. There were two proto-nests for a while, then no activity, and I thought they’d both been abandoned. Then one morning I looked out the window and there was a perfect bird’s-nest-shaped bird’s nest sitting on top of one of the proto-nests. With a bird in it, and everything!

I’m fine with a little inconvenience. It’s not just the kids that are enjoying watching over our small guests. I’m sure that mama appreciated having the roof over her head with the rain and snow falling last night!

Pollyanna Feels Just Duckie

Lyda here.

How can you tell what season it is?

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It must be spring, there are evil zombie bunny peeps everywhere! (The zombie peeps are the green ones. Just so y’all know when to run.)

Spring also comes with ducks:

The well-known Parking Lot Mallard

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And his mate, who apparently cannot read

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Or maybe she just a rebel.

Pollyanna Celebrates Spring, Part Deux

Hey, Anna-Liza here. It’s definitely Spring here in Colorado, too. I haven’t seen much in the way of flowers, but the kids and I did see a butterfly on March 1st, that one warm day we had? Remember? And remember what happened after? Yeah, poor little butterfly.

St. Patrick’s Day was pretty much a one-day encapsulation of the (in)famous Springtime in the Rockies phenomenon. Here are the trees in my front yard at about 7 a.m. and then 6 p.m. that day:

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Here’s what my car looked like that morning: car-in-march.jpg

(That’s just to make Lyda feel happier about the “cold” weather out there in Orange Fucking County).

The first day of Spring wasn’t quite that dramatic. It was relatively warm, rather windy, but okay for sitting out in the sun and knitting (which I did for a bit at lunchtime). When I was driving home, it was more than “rather” windy and the clouds were moving in. In fact, as I drove south on Hwy 287, to my left (east) was blue sky with a few fluffy white clouds. Directly overhead, the fluffy white clouds were more numerous and there wasn’t so much blue in between them. To my right (west), the clouds were silver-to-dark grey and there was no blue to be seen, and the mountains were black and white, or obscured. And when I left my drop spindle class that night around 10:30, I had to lean against the wind to keep from getting blown across the parking lot. (Drop spindle class? Oh yes, me old beauties. Taught by Maggie Casey herownself. I’ll post about that later, when I get some pictures of the “lovely” [not] yarn I spun that night.)

Typical. Tomorrow, (or tonight), it’s supposed to snow again. Then partly cloudy and highs in the 40s for Easter. I hope it’s nicer than last year. Do you remember last year?

Lookit our egg baskets!

Pollyanna Rainbow Sunshine Celebrates Spring

Lyda here. Happy Equinox!

The Equinox is all about balance – the light and dark being perfectly balanced, 12 hours of light, 12 hours of darkness. Look here for a cool way to Ride the Solar Wave. Ya’ll, I did the calculations for me (here in Orange County, California) and for Anna-Liza and all ya’ll near Denver, Colorado. I’m supposed to start the 32-minute meditation at 2:16 a.m.  on March 21st. Anna-Liza et. al. would start at 2:34 a.m. on March 21st. If we do this, we will be meditating with people all over the world! Coolness! Uh, do you think they would mind if I meditated in my sleep? Oh, what the hey, I’ll probably wake up anyway. There is also a drumming event at 12:00 noon EST. Join in!

In the Northern Hemisphere, we then move into more light than dark, and celebrate beginnings. It’s a great time for starting things, renewing things, revitalizing ourselves, our homes and our lives.

Spring has definitely arrived in my little part of the world. The bushes in front of our place are covered in pink flowers, and the birds are having a great time building nests in the tall pines. I have the urge to dig in the earth and plant growing things.

And look what I found: Nerd-licious!  Nerdy curtains for spring!

Uh. Anyway…

Spring brings all kinds of springy things: Ostara (named after Eostre, or Oestre, Goddesses of Spring). Easter (earlier than usual this year because it’s based on the lunar calendar.)

The Spring Goddess transforms into a hare. (In some traditions, she turns a bird into a rabbit.)

Rabbits make sense as a spring symbol – connected to the earth, these fertile animals mate and have their young in the spring. A female rabbit can get pregnant with a second litter while she is gestating the first, and they will be born separately. Makes you glad you aren’t a rabbit, doesn’t it?

Eggs also connect to fertility and the cycle of life. Chickens only lay eggs when there is enough light – thus, before artificial lights, egg laying would resume in the spring. With spring would come chicks.

Peeps were a later innovation.

Thus, the Goddess brought the eggs when she brought spring. Is the Easter Bunny a pagan goddess in disguise?

Offering of honey and mead were left out to honor the goddess, or to placate the fairies. This may account for the sweet treats this time of year.

Or maybe, we all just like chocolate.

Yeah, that’s probably it.