When the long days come


The solstice has passed, but the days are long under the sun. It is the time of year for vacations to the shore, or camping by a lake. Or not. For many it is a time to make hay while the sun shines, a season of hard work. Every life has its own pace of work and rest, and it can be hard to work while others appear to have so much leisure time. Given the recent reports showing that no where in the country does minimum wage allow for good housing, that leisure time is terribly rare and precious. There is no day of rest anymore, and many places are round the clock businesses. Selling, not making seems to be the way of the world now. Which only adds to the problem, and it makes me wonder.


Extra time


What did you do with your extra minute of daylight today? I had big plans for it, but can’t actually recall how that minute got spent. Possibly enjoying a holiday treat at work, or maybe wishing someone a Merry Christmas, I might even have been doing a minute of work on a document or poster. Anyway, however I spent it wasn’t that notable. Luckily tomorrow I get even a little more daylight to use!


Ready to work


I love this old workshop with all the metal components so perfectly arrayed. It was a building on what was once a dairy farm, though no dairy barn was there anymore. The house was empty, the garages and sheds full of “stuff that might be needed later” I had thought the place would be torn down for the land it sat on to be developed, but surprisingly the house and most outbuildings remain. The house is rented and the rest of the property is used by a landscaping firm for their equipment. To me a much more satisfactory use of the old farm than more cookie cutter homes, or one large “look at me” house. I love to poke around old places and see the structures, the debris and feel the history. As this workweek starts I am trying to get in the mindset of work, to get a bunch done at the studio before the “in office” hours start tomorrow. But as I only have 2 open hours today I am fighting the ticking of the clock, and I already know how that ends! But I will get done what i can and maybe this afternoon get out with my camera for a bit. Who knows what the next few hours will bring!

Mid weeking


It is that time of the week when I can look back and see what has gotten done, and look ahead at what still needs doing.

The still needs doing always seems to be the bigger stack as I can’t go back and add more to the done pile of days passed.

I am also at that mid month illusion, where it seems as if there is more time ahead than there really is and I am tempted by this illusion to put things off “just a week”. This always ends up in a tangle as suddenly next week arrives and  is already full.

And yet, I have not yet jumped into the tasks of the day to keep that from happening.

But I am mid weeking, enjoying that delicate balancing point of the week between the workdays,

and loving it!

Taking a deep breath


8-4-2014_026I am starting a new job tomorrow after some time searching, applying, interviewing and such. So today is the last day I can do as I please, and I am taking deep breaths of it. My schedule will be shifting and take some getting used to, and there will need to be some serious car juggling as 3 cars 4 people working can be touchy. I can juggle though, I learned how in college, but not with cars. Practice will be called for. So, here I am off on a new adventure. Of course as soon as I applied for the job and then ultimately accepted it the gargoyle perched in my mind began to screech that I had no idea what I was getting into and what was I thinking, gargoyles are good for that. However, I only nodded and kept on with what needed to be done, like check to see if I even had enough “real person” clothes for work, and proper footwear. It is a bit thin in both areas, as I have been mainly wearing durable 511 pants most days, and hikers. So, a bit of updating is in the works. Shoes today and shirts this weekend as I have enough to get by for a few days. Luckily I got jeans some months ago as jean shopping can be touch and go. And so I am set to pack a lunch, notebook, pen and head off for my first day back in the official workforce. Hopefully the gargoyle is distracted by the new surroundings and pays me no attention!

The tempo of my days


Recently I have been noticing that my days are falling into a sort of no man’s land, neither full and productive nor stagnant and aimless. It is as if I am moving slowly as if time were not of the essence. I am trying out new techniques for the fun of it to see the results. Some things have stalled and are hard to reawaken. Maybe it is end of change of season sluggishness, or lack of a plan. Either way I need to shake it off and not let it get a toehold on my days. I find when I am out and about with my camera my images are taking on an abstract or contemplative quality instead, which puzzles me as I am not sure why that is so at this particular point in time.  I am like a cat pausing mid stride by something that has caught its attention. And while that is okay, it is also too easy for it to become a distraction that stops all progress, and I don’t want that to happen. Creativity can too quickly become submerged beneath things that seem on the surface to be noteworthy and end up being timewasters.

My friend and I are looking to return to the workplace after years here and there. It is no easy task as anyone who is jobhuntin knows. The classifieds are full of job acronyms that mean nothing to either of us, or jobs that are way off the mark. Skills that were vital for the last job are now either outdated or replaced by technology. We are enjoying our get together time though, brainstorming and passing on information, trying to piece together the job market and where we might fit into it. It challenges us in unexpected ways as the old methods of job hunting have shifted in the current times, it also can make you feel as if you have missed the bus and it’ll be a long wait until the next one. Where we worked together years before has since closed up, not from competition but a sign of shifting markets.  It will all work out in unexpected ways, just as it did when we both ended up at the same place so by chance.