My Penny Profit

Strangest thing. Sometimes when I am who-ing and haw-ing about a decision, I will just leave it to fate in some way. I tend not to give up easily but sometimes it is better to throw the towel in and just move on.

I have been undecided about a part time research job I have. It would be great but something I am doing or not doing is making me fail at it … it was an epic fail to start, getting only one or two interviews knocking on doors for four hours and some days not getting any at all. After three months it is a bit better but still more failure than success.

It may not even be anything to do with my greeting, my funny accent or the clothes I wear. It may be the cold weather or the economic unrest or any number of other things making people decide to not share their opinions, whatever it is sometimes you just need to say enough.

I think a deciding factor was on one of the last days I went out. A rather impatient Staffordshire terrier had had enough of me interviewing her owner and decided it was time to make me leave. I would say the gods that protect people from dog attacks took a shining to me that day because the owner was about as much help as a bowl of Cheerios.

Well anyway I threw my cards to the wind and tossed a coin. Heads I would put in my notice, tails I would wait ( two out of three of course ). I tossed the penny up after holding it between my palms instructing it as to the question requiring an answer and the criteria I wanted to follow. I received three heads.

OK, three out of three sounds pretty definitive. Just for fun and already accepting the answer expressed, I asked the penny again, but this time I asked if  it meant what it had decided – heads yes, tails no. Oh dear it was three more heads straight. I would have put my notice in any way.

All those heads aside I asked it a couple more questions just to make sure that penny wasn’t head happy and it wasn’t all heads on any of the questions.

I often struggle following my gut, letting go, admitting defeat and saying enough is enough time to move on. Sometimes hanging in there is the right thing to do, sometimes it isn’t. Just wish there was a little button that could be pushed to answer difficult and stubborn questions that pull from multiple directions.

Oh wait! There is always a penny.

A Bit of New Year’s Fun

Of course we slept in, we went to bed rather late but then the sun always comes up late, this time of the year. Alas, the adventure begins as it does every year right about now. its January 1, 2019.

Rolled out of bed this morning just after eight and did my normal pleasantries. Warmed up my morning glass of water (a habit I have had for more than a few years – water before coffee), strolled outside to smell the new year and was pleasantly surprised.

Not to say this was the first time I have seen a spot of sunshine in the depths of winter on a new year’s morning but this time it seemed more than wonderful and memorable. I wasn’t sure how I was going to greet this New Year so I latched onto the sunshine and enjoyed.

What if the weather on the first day of the year was a barometer for the whole year from sun up to sundown? Why not? I mean there are people who believe that a groundhog has some say in the coming of spring or that cows lying down foretell rain. What about the old saying ‘sun by 7am rain by 11am?’

So today has had some varying predictions weather-wise for 2019. We started out with sunshine (Jan/Feb) with clouds hanging out around the edges until about mid March when cloud cover came over. The clouds moved on and it was pretty brilliant from late spring through summer with some haze moving in toward the end. It remained sunny through fall with thin ribbon clouds moving around the edges until the end of the year (sundown).

So on the optimistic outlook of today’s weather is reference to the new year’s promise. There is going to be a smooth start to the year (sunny) with benefits (sunshine) available but that is not to say that negativity (clouds), strife, or trouble is far from view.

Spring may see some bumpiness (mid morning overcast but no rain).  Resulting in the possibility of a series of small hiccups or a medium jolt to test our wills but nothing severely detrimental.

By late spring/early summer (around 11:30am) the sun breaks out in full and remains throughout the season. Not much in the sky to disrupt but no time to be complacent. Opportunities are out there when the sun shines unimpeded. Go get them!

Summer ends with a general light haze appearing. The sun is still bright only slightly softened and remains so until (sundown) year’s end. The end of the year will not hold the opportunities that where available when the sun was at its brightest but being mindful should keep away problems developing.

That was fun. Sounds like my veg garden is going to feel the benefits. …. How was your weather today?

My Noise – Ear Candy

I have found this wonderful free app called My Noise at

I downloaded it onto my phone and it has become a nightly ritual to fall asleep with. It has a selection of free audio tracks and then a selection to purchase. I love the sound of running water gentle waves or rain when falling asleep.

Sometimes when I am writing I will put on the Folk Traditions or the Bells.

You can also listen to it on your web browser. Right now I am listening to Irish Coastline.

Each noise generator comes with a color coded set of bar to maximize your listening by tuning up individual areas of the sounds you like – I always turn up crashing waves and pebble beach on coastal sounds.

The gentleman that put this together is a genius in my opinion. Give it a try. Definitely rates 5 stars (more like 100 in my view).



Living in a Yurt (a DIP-Dream in Progress)

Tied down tight to the earth, a wood stove glowing orange in the middle of the room. Old rugs overlapping keeping your feet dry. Several folding cots softened with sheep skins, laden with feather pillows and down comforters to sleep. This is my chosen home for the next three months, six months, a year.

Sturdy and strong safe from the weather life would be uninhibited

I would love to do this. Spend three months from August to November or even a year, wrapped in a world with no TV, no outside world to butt in. Perhaps a radio to listen to when you need to hear the outside world would be handy. No internet, a computer fed by the sun through two solar panels. An old typewriter to back up the sun. My paints an easel, note pads, and books, lots of books and both my kindles.

A safe water source and access, a bicycle to go shopping for fresh fruits veg and ice for my cooler for dairy but dry milk is nice too. A camp stove for cooking and a table for food prep, writing, typing and painting – just one table to supply many uses. An open pit place to relieve myself and for biodegradables. A large wash tub for washing ourselves and our clothes. The term ‘ours’ refers to my husband and I, a husband, my husband is more than enough company for me.

What a grand adventure it would be. To live a year in a Yurt.

We have this wonderful little burner on legs made from the bottom ¾ of a gas bottle. A heavy iron grill sits over the top and is fabulous for cooking outdoors, heating water for soup or tea. In good weather we can cook outside in a fire pit or on the grill.

Our alarm clock will be the birds, our time kept with the light of day and our personal taste. Afternoon naps will no longer be avoided, to adhere to the regiments of working in the rat race. They will be celebrated and enjoyed. The simple pleasures of adjusting to easy and relaxed living will be enjoyed in depth. The biggest worry of the day will be washing ourselves and fixing a meal.

What a perfect mental workout/day dream for a planner like me. I can spend minutes or hours planning, scheming and dreaming of everything about living in a yurt. Just maybe … If I dream hard enough …

More Recycling – Reclamation Business

I love recycling. My earliest memories are from 4th and 5th grade when our school was raising money by collecting aluminum cans to sell for cash. Forgotten what we were raising money for but I would spend hours walking along roads picking up cans to put into a huge gunny sack. When it came time to bring them in I had a gunny sack and a half. Didn’t amount to but a few dollars but I liked it. It was the beginnings of a fleshless love of recycling, reusing, remaking and remixing.

Somewhere back in my storage shed there is an old scrap book that I started when I was 11 years old. It only has a few filled pages. One page has a coffee table made of soft drinks cans, stacked two or three high and two deep square. On top is perched a beveled glass top so you can see the cans beneath. Another has a see through shower curtain with pieces of scrap vinyl made into a scene of a tree and hills along the bottom.

I liked them because they were creative ideas for the time on recycling trash. Seem a bit simpleton these days but for an 11yo in the early seventies, they were awesome. Trash turned to useful treasures. I didn’t conceptualize the idea of saving the earth etc at the time, they were just things I wanted to think of and create.

We were gut poor at the time and having things meant that we had to be creative. I can honestly say that if there was a time in my life where my love of recycling sprouted, that was the time. It didn’t dissipate either. Instead it grew and my imagination grew with it.

This morning we were talking and throwing around ideas, as we normally do on our days off. I have often thought of what a waste it is when they tear down a house or old barn and just haul it all to the dump or burn it in a large bonfire. Beams and boards that could be used to build sheds or create tables or boxes, weathered, worn and with history.

We discussed to ins and outs of starting a reclamation business. The husband is the better of us at organizing and I have the imagination to see the possibilities of what something can morph into. I told him I would find the inventory and he could organize it.

He could use the wood if he liked to build things and sell on what he wanted. Going into places like Wickes(in the UK) where it can be a real chore to find a straight 2×4 or just about any piece of straight length of wood. Unless it is rotted from worm or wet why can’t wood be reused.

It is not just the wood that can be reused but the toilets, sinks, old cast iron baths. I saw a lovely idea yesterday as we were whizzing to market of three urinals on the outside wall of a garage, planted like hanging baskets. Excellent!!!

Recycling doesn’t mean using something again as it was originally designed. Recycling is making use of something in anyway you want to keep it from being thrown into a landfill. I would plan to make this a reclamation business and not a junk shop but I am not adverse to a junk yard so to speak. Lovely old floor boards stacked and ready to provide another 80 years of support to a family home has that feel-good aura about it.

Nothing scream creativity to me like recycling. Recycling can be applied to so many areas of our lives. How many of us have in an effort to save money learned to take our left overs from last nights dinner and recycle them into a creative new dish.

Using old CDs to scare the birds from your vegetable garden is recycling. Taking water you used to wash dishes and watering the garden is recycling. Making bread that has gone dry and stale (not molding) and making bread pudding is recycling. You didn’t throw it away. You used it as far as you could.

The majority of the human population did not learn to be so wasteful until the industrial revolution and the machine gave us, time, jobs and extra money in various degrees to afford to be wasteful. But just because I have been given the money and time to be wasteful does not in my eyes give me the right.

I do not have to be wholly self-sufficient to feel I am doing a little something to save my world from being buried in landfill after landfill but it makes me feel good when I can do what I can and guilty when I don’t do what I know I am able to.

So perhaps it is time to do a bit of investigating. I have to admit the idea would be to make a little money or I would have to maintain a paycheck job but there is room to consider how to avoid being greedy. Being rich is alluring but I doubt I would ever be anything but rich in the pleasure of doing what I love and sharing it with the world. Not a bad way to be rich, if you ask me.