Thursday, February 26, 2015


I spent this past weekend on another stay-cation. This one was terribly last minute but I had a simply wonderful time. The booking of it though was terribly stressful at first. I decided the day before I wanted to check in, that I would rather stay an in apartment while doing my workshop.

I used AirBnB to find a place and booked it; all seemed well until suddenly, the host cancelled because of a problem with her bathroom. This happening spun me into a panic; I have learned that I like to feel in control of situations and when the opposite occurs I feel very demoralized and defeated.

My heart felt as if it was ripping out of my chest at the thought that my plan was falling through and I have less than 12 hours to secure a new location. A big part of me simply wanted to call the whole thing off and stay home that weekend.

A lot of planning and sacrifice had already gone into getting the time off to do the workshop. I exchanged shifts and worked 5 shifts in a row when we usually do 4 shifts on two occasions.  A good set of my energy and time had already been spent.

Even with this perfectly practical reasons for not calling the it off and continuing the search, it took the encouragement of some friends to stick my toe back in the waters and try to find an alternative lodging.

I did so, contacting several hosts and keeping my fingers crossed that all would go well. The host with the best location (albeit the most expensive) was the one who responded quickly. Also I must commend the AirBnB staff who sorted out my refund with the first host and gave me a coupon for 20% off for my trouble.

In the end I had a place to go to and the assurance that even though things started out rocky that it all worked out in the end.

My adventures were only now beginning: Funnily enough a good friend of mind wound up to be staying in the same apartment complex as me with her partner and so I had unexpected company. They were extremely gracious to me, inviting me over for dinner Saturday and Sunday and further, letting me hang out with them in Monday after I had checked out.

I enjoyed the workshop itself, and also because of the location of my apartment was able to invite a newish friend who was attending the workshop with me over to my place. We had good conversations and generally deepened our friendship.

What started out to be mess, straightened itself out to be a wonderful weekend. I couldn't be happier. It opens my mind to the wonderful things that can happen when you release an over-attachment to an outcome being perfect and simply enjoy the ride.

Look out for news of my trip to Dominica next week, I am very excited!

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Of Cats and Gardens

My garden has now grown from three lonely mint plants to eleven different herbs and spices thanks to the generosity of my Mother and my workmates. Unfortunately, a stray cat has been teaching her kitten how to potty train and his target is my pant pots.

This has lead to overturned pots, young plants skinned out of their homes and piles of potting mix on the ground. I have grown tired of scooping poop, refilling pots and in general squawking in frustration that my plants are not being allowed to grow in peace.

My medium term plan was to buy some buckets, procure several bags of top soil and transfer the plants into buckets that he would be unable to unseat.

This came to me after resisting the slightly violent urges towards the young kitten. I suppose if she was more agreeable and cuddly, I would feel more tolerant. She herself is not at all personable; she seems to have been birthed into the world with a very fiery and tempestuous deposition. She greets me with a round of vitriolic hisses, all delivered from a safe distance of course, and peers at my efforts to set my garden to rights with disdain.

With visions of even more kittens going potty in my potting mix I had made a grand plan to have her mother spayed so as to avoid any-more tiny tots for whom my plant pots would become a loo, but I noticed today that the mother, dubbed Reese for no good reason, is looking rather round...

Knowing that I am her sole provider rules out her suddenly being the benefactor of an excess of food, her weight gain could only be down to natural way of the womb.  I had to simply swallow the bitter pill that the neighbourhood tom cats have once again beaten me to the punch line, though I can't say that I am laughing over much about it.

In the spirit of being flexible,  I have reassigned the money I was going to use for spaying Reese, to getting my plants transferred to safe havens as soon as I can arrange it.

If I can't win one way, I will do the best I can to ensure the continued health of my plants from a different angle.

Wish me luck!

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Asha turns 28

This past Sunday I recorded another year of life on Earth. That day dawned with me wrapped up in a colourful duvet in my hotel room in the heart of Hastings, with my stuffed sheep Benjamin in the crook of my arm.

As I came fully into conciousness, I was thankful to have made it through another year and more than anything else, I felt blessed to be able to choose to spend this birthday morning in solitude and tranquillity.

My gift to myself was getaway weekend in a a hotel and the luxury of being alone for long stretches of time without a laptop; just me and my journal and pretty pens. I delved into my thoughts and my feelings, gauged my goals and took a look at my finances.

At the end of it all, I felt relaxed and refreshed and ready to return to my day to day life with a clearer picture of where I was headed.

My birthday was made special by friends and family who went out of their way to treat me, or just to wish me a happy birthday. I also celebrated with my forum and on-line friends; each and everyone added to the day and made me feel loved and appreciated.

Being 28 in and of itself has changed nothing, but I took it as a time to draw a line in the sand and step happily and hopefully over it. On to better things...