Monthly Archives: October 2013


I spent a fair amount of time weeding this summer. We bought a house last winter and it came with some land – not a ton of land, it’s not like we have acreage and are modern-day land barons, but the house has some land around it. And that land came with weeds. And darn it all if those weeds don’t like to grow. And grow. And grow.

And grow.

So. I weeded.


And here is how it happened. I pulled up the weeds. Roots and all, ’cause that is the way my folks taught me to weed. You get all the way down into the dirt and you dig around the weed and you pull up the whole thing. And then you do that over and over with the other weeds. And I did. For many many hours.

And at the end of those many hours I had a really nice looking patch of weedless dirt. Ha.

But then over time, sometimes days, sometimes weeks, sometimes what seemed like hours, the weeds came back. And the dirt was not clean anymore and the patch of land looked a heck of a lot like it did before I started.

So here’s what I have been thinking about while I have been pulling up more weeds. In life we sometimes make huge, monumental, life-changing efforts to clear away “the weeds” or the bad stuff or the unhealthy habits. And it takes a lot of time and a lot of effort. And that is all good. Because at the end we often have a fresh slate or a clean start or a place to begin again from. A clean patch of dirt.

But just like the weeds – if we don’t take the time to figure out what we’re going to do on the other side of that huge effort. If we don’t figure out how we’re going to fill it in or cover or change that patch of dirt – the weeds will grow back.

So if I were my own best friend and I were setting out to make a really big change in my life I would try to remind myself to think beyond that change and have a plan for what comes next.

Right now – my plan involves bark dust and maybe for the winter just being alright with the weeds and knowing I will get to them eventually (next spring).

How to waste 30 minutes of life

Fair warning: This post is truly about how I wasted 30 minutes of time. No serious message. No thoughtful punchline. Just 30 minutes of a day – gone!


Here goes…

2 min – change clothes and get ready to go for a run (good for my health! yay!) – it’s raining but I like running in the rain so no rain jacket – bring on the sogginess!

2 min – walk to warm up (I’m getting older and it turns out walking really does help!)

30 seconds – get stung by bee on my achilles tendon (I wasn’t even 100 yards into my run – WTF??)

1 min – jump around like a crazy person, yell things like “$#()$&*(&GF*(N$JHGFU” and rub achilles area (feel mildly embarrased because junior high bus just drove by and unloaded some kiddos – junior high kids are now walking to the other side of the street to avoid me)

1 min – try to run again… realize I am just not that tough or that committed (I know it’s just a bee sting on my ankle but it hurts)

3 min – turn around and limp home… (sad, so sad…where is my comittment? I think the bee took it when it dive-bombed my poor open ankle)

4 min – do sit-ups and push-ups to feel less guilty about not jogging today – minor redemption.

5 min – turn on TV and hunt for Sex and the City re-runs. Pointedly avoid all important activities like preparing dinner, folding laundry, taking a shower (do I really need to since I did not even break a sweat??), completing charting from recent clinical rotation, filing nails…

2 min – no Sex and the City re-runs. Hmmmm. Readjusting on couch. Comfy. Ankle starting to swell and turn red. Yuck.

1 min 30 seconds – hello ESPN!

8 min – watch Fantasy Football update. Try to decide which of my wide receivers to play this week. Hah! Like watching 8 minutes of ESPN is going to allow me to make any sort of educated decision about who to play. And while I’m at it – what on earth am I doing in a fantasy football league anyway. Talk about a great way to waste time! So far I have mostly made sure my line-up is all active for the given week and that’s about it. I am 2 and 3, not a big surprise. But it is a fun distraction.

There you go 30 minutes that could have been an enjoyable run got completely derailed by a stupid bee. What the heck are bees doing out and about in October anyway??? And I was not even running through bushes or brush – I was on a sidewalk! Where did the stupid bee even come from? Did it just decide, “hey, winter is coming and I’m going to kick it soon anyway, so why not go out with a bang?!?! Ooooh, an ankle, I’m going in. Buuzzzzz.”

And finally, to finish off this completely pointless post – getting stung on the Achilles hurts bad. Real bad. I don’t know if getting stung where one has a bit more, ahem, padding, feels any better, but there is nothing on my Achilles. And now it is red and swollen and hurts anytime I flex my ankle, which is quite often. So there you go.

Now I not only wasted 30 minutes doing the above… I wasted another 30 blogging about it. And you, dear reader, wasted however much time you spent reading about it. 🙂

Next post will be more meaningful I swear, more in line with what this blog is usually about! Today was just a peek into my real life. Glamorous eh??