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A Proverbs Woman and a bit of Freud

In my own life I am trying to learn to be wise with my energy and resources.  Jordan Peterson was discussing this topic with Dr Oz.  The lesson I am working to use is that feeling badly for someone is not a virtue. It does not mean a lack of compassion, it means doing what we can for our lives, and giving others the tools to do what they can. Of course, if you walk past me and faint, I'll stabilize you if you let me, and call an ambulance. All that action is more helpful than me saying "poor you".

I must remember to not fall into the poor me trap too and wear others out unnecessarily. Life is indeed suffering. Taking responsibility for my life, and doing what I can for those in genuine need (e.g. action not feelings) is an ideal that is difficult for me to live up to. I'm going to take it all one day, or one cup of tea, at a time. It helps if I limit my consumption of social media and news which I am doing very well overall. I now need to focus on limiting…

The weak can be heroes?

I am not in prison for my beliefs.  My husband has not died because of what he believes.  Today, I gave to an organization that supports persecuted Christians who have stories like these.  I prayed for the widow and then shared some money to help provide clean water.

I am very grateful that I have a warm bed, a laptop to write on, a cup of chamomile tea and a little room of my own. I've a hot water bottle and I can choose how to decorate my space.  I can read any religious book I want and make up my mind about things. 

It is almost getting to the point where people are persecuted for being Christian.  Perhaps we are not in physical prisons.  There are other ways to attack people.  I was shocked to read the story of Jonah this morning with tears pouring down my face, and realize how human, and desperately unhappy he was. 

Certainly those called in the stories are not the quintessential heroes that we think of in traditional fairy tales.  If these stories are indeed fairy tales, as …

Smug headlines on housing

Today I saw a couple of smug headlines suggesting that entire generations of workers will never own their home. If history shows me anything, it is that young working people, are eventutally able to buy a home. Working people need to ignore the media when the answer trotted out is that wages need to increase. Wages are not the problem. Overpriced housing, cheap credit and too many landlords are. The prices will have to fall, it is as simple as that and only a matter of time in Australia with a falling dollar which will force up the cost of credit (interest rates). Older houses should not be selling for the same as new houses and anyone paying comparable prices takes considerable risk. It does not mean that location is not important though. Traditionally young people made a start in old houses and many people have forgotten that. They have also forgotten how cold and poorly insulated some of those houses are. They have forgotten the asbestos that needs removing, the wiring an…

Odd dinners

Tonight for dinner I made crunchy potato chips with rosemary, salt and pepper seasoning.  I got a little chef like with the recipe but I'm not sure it was worth the effort done in the oven.  It made me consider buying an Air Fryer.  However, I live in fear of gadgets taking over the world and the kitchen.  While that was cooking I made a frugal onion, herb and carrot jam.

Thankfully, after a frugal dinner disaster yesterday, the chips tasted good.  Somehow though I had not made enough to fill everyone up.  I found myself eating some home made rice bread and onion jam while reading my book after dinner.  Then I ate some frozen chocolate flavoured hand made soy yogurt.

I'm drinking a lot of soy "milky" tea lately.  It's quite filling if the food gets too frugal.  Actually, my body is still not doing much fat so soy "milk" tea and hot chocolates, and soy yogurt have been helping to keep me full.   

Pottered out in the garden for a few minutes today.  Got …

A pile of books from the library

I do love a good book.  When I go to the library to find books I tend to walk out with a pile.  While my dad was ill and then dying I uncharacteristically went once.  I went the day before he died.  One of the last things I said to dad was that I had finally gone to library and that I would be okay.  I'll always miss my dad.  The reason I avoided the library is that it reminded me too much of him. 

In the months since my dad died I've found it difficult still to go to the library.  Yesterday I finally had the strength to get out a pile of books.  It's taken going to the library repeatedly to get to the point where I think of my dad fondly when I walk in the door, and it's less of a grief response.  Every time I go though it does seem to require a little bit of courage.

The reason that I tend to take out so many books is that in a reading mood I tend to flit between books.  My reading speed is also at times ridiculous.  Yesterday, after I came back from the library, I m…

Tea Cup conversations and damn good cries

I'm watching, well listening, to Storm in Tea Cup by Tom Gleeson.  I recommend reading his book too.  The way he wrangles the tea conversations remind me of some of the conversations I've had with my mother.

This morning over tea, I was discussing personalities in my family, and my mum said I was at times quite direct.  Then she said, "I used to be the same when I was young", and I replied, "used to be?".
That, among with emails I found from her during my digital de-clutter, did make me smile.

Most of my day today was full on sunshine.  Not the easiest day physically.  Had a wonderful conversation with a family member, or three. 

Then I had a little bit of a terrible conversation.  I can not control what other people think of me.  Particularly if they have made up their mind about me before I call.  I certainly can not do anything if someone is not willing to listen to my side of the story.  I am not able to anything if people decide that I am guilty before…