May 26, 2013

Movies, Clothes, Fabrics and Planners

I was supposed to tackle a project today, but I can see I won't do so. Nope, not this time around! Today it's raining a lot and I feel more like staying home and reading, or maybe penpalling a little. I do have a lot of letters to reply and my mood is much better for it as well. Then again, I have "closet-programs" to tackle, such as cleaning my closet and restocking myself with black clothes for the upcoming month of June. Yes, I know, BUT most of my black clothes are currently in Budapest, and I can't just hop on a plane every Saturday to pick up what I want to wear foe the office, now can I? And I must admit, I have quite some pretty things back at home. I'm also all excited planning my black jewelry and the flair I want to give to my Black Month outlook. Yay! This is so exciting! I totally love the Black Month! Everybody should have one.

Other than that, I'm having a wonderful time, which is so refreshening and uplifting after the absolutely horrid times I lived at the begining of the year. After six weeks at the new place, I can say that I've managed to get the hang of pretty much it and now I understand more. I also see better through things and have realized that I don't need to speak the utterly complex language of lawyers and lawyer-wannabes to be part of the team. I can defend my own speech style and pull it like a pro.

As part of this reemerging from the darkness, I have been making time to go out more with my friends... which so far ended in watching Star Trek 3 times in a 7 day-period, and a meeting to fangirl like crazy about a mix of Star Trek, Teen Wolf (hey! There's Sterek in there and that forgives the unsufferable school drama!), Destiel... and I know there was something else, but I forgot what was it. Oh, and talking of Star Trek, has anyone noticed that the clothes were terribly unflattering? The fabric was disgraceful, with fleecing cotton, plastified cheap spandex and some cloth that not only got fleecey, but the threads parted at the hems... and then all that stuff that looked like pulled from the cart of a homeless. The clothes were so unflattering you feared they were made by all the loosers of Project Runway.

Chris Pine and Zack Quinto actually looked like they had beer bellies and Benedict Cumberbatch, though mostly looked yummy - he's rather thin, so it would have taken FX to put a beer belly on him - when running in the last scene looked absloutely horrendous, like his whole torso was some sort of box, with no curves whatsoever. No butt, no chest, just a box with a head on top and limbs sticking out from the sides.

Now, I'm no fabric expert, don't take my word for it, BUT when you see fleece on the collar, a doctor in something that looks like the round, flat, collared Monster-boy's (the little werewolf, what was his name?) shirt on Karl Urban (plays Bones), you know that something isn't right. Yeah, yeah, good actors, but hey, if costume design isn't so important, why don't you make them play nude? Or grab the costumes from the last movie, or maybe what was left from Star Trek Voyager, but not the third rated crappy clothes! Hell! They looked like they could have flees! Hope no actor suffered from some flesh eating virus after wearing that crap!

Anyway, other than that, I'm experiencing a moment of peaceful joy. Maybe it's the rain, but I feel in happy peace, and I love it. Life is simply wonderful, and though I'm having the usual and normal issues of life, everything is just wonderful. I've been thinking about stuff like other purchases, such as getting a new filofax, since my Sketch's clasp is ripping more and more each day. I'm checking the site quite often, but simply don't see anything I'd like. That's a bummer. I love my Sketch, but they have no other Sketch's - and the last time they had, it was "maroon", which is a world to say "red". It's supposed to be "wine" or "dark red", but it's red, and no matter what people say, "red" isn't a color I consider professional. I've been thinking about "cheating on Filofax" with another brand... except that I remember then all I had to go through, all my searching, and realize that filofax is the brand that... meets my needs better. However, now without a Sketch to please me, I might have to go on a broader chase for what I want.

Talking about planners, today I was talking to my boyfriend and I suggested something that may help other people too: a Reality Check Calendar. Thing is that sometimes you are in a situation where you are in a relationship or something that doesn't seem to work, but either you can't put your finger on it or you can bring yourself to make a change. Say, you feel your job is abusive, but you don't resign because the pay is good, or you have a friend who fights with you often, but you still love them and can't leave them. Or you have a neighbour that annoys you but you can make up your mind to talk to the rest of the neighbours to confront them. Or simply it's you. You feel like you are depressed all the time, or you'd love to finish something but never happens... you name it.

The Reality Check Calendar would be a tool for you to see actually what's going on. For it you'd need a yearly calendar, or a monthly calendar, maybe even a weekly calendar, BUT it must be something where you can see as much of a year as possible. In this calendar each time something you want to track happens, you make a note, or put a color dot according to a code. For instance: say you just don't feel ok at your job, but can't seem to work up the nerve you need to resign. So you grab the Reality Check Calendar and make the notes: the good and the bad. Say you mark with green the paydays and note down how much were you paid, you mark in red each time you had a quarrel with your boss and maybe the reason of it, orange for trouble with coworkers, say yellow for each time you had a great time, black for each time you had a night shift, blue for each time you had to do overtime, brown for each time you've got to leave early... and so on. You may or may not set a date to make a decision, BUT the point with the caledar is that you give the chance to yourself to have a rather objetive view of the situation, instead of relying solely on memories that might be heavily charged with emotions. It could help you realize that things are far worse than you thought, and that could promtp you to decide to leave or change the situation, or it might make you smile when you realize that's actually not so bad, and maybe your problem is just one little thing that's easy to fix.

This is much similar to the Period Track Calenders one can find on planners made specially for women, where you can mark your periods and so actually realize if there's a discrepancy, or you are perfectly fine and your periods are actually quite regular. You could keep several as well, say, one to track your job - say, not because you have problems, but you'd like to track how often and how long projects normally take - one for the family (trips, times you take one or the other to the doctor, how often you must take your dog or your cat to the vet), your exercising (how often do you participate in this or that, train or walk in a week), and so on. It shouldn't become something like a journal, though you can journal all you want, because the point of it is to give you an overview. If you wish to journal, keep a tracking journal next to it, but the Reality Check Calendar's point is to give you the big picture with the minimum effort.

Tack it to a board, keep the markers close, and don't think about it until the day something that worths marking happens. Then make it simple.

What do you think?

May 11, 2013

A Good Day of Giving

Another moon cycle starts, another Dark Moon, and for this one I decided to start by shedding things and doing something good in the process. So I decided to grab a whole bunch of mangas I had that I didn't read for a long, long time, and also some old books, and give them new life by donating them to our local Library. The thought would have never really occured to me until my friend Dragonfly told me that's what she does with her books when she needs to clear up some space for new ones.

I know, the thought of giving books away sounds down right heretic or immoral for some, but trust me, it comes a time when your library has books you no longer read nor think you'll ever read again. In my case, I had accumulated over three large bags full of mangas I simply wasn't interested in reading anymore (though keep a serious amount I read and re-read regularly), along with all of my Harry Potter books. These books had been stashed away in the depths of an old closet we use only for storage purposes, when it could actually be used for something a little bit more productive.

Well, the other day I was thinking about the highly unlikely chance that we would have a guest who could use that room, say my older nephew decided to spend a longer period here during school break, or a friend came from abroad and we would have them at our place... you name it. Or something as simple as my Mom outgrowing her closet (already happened), so she would move to a bigger one - namely my old closet, which happens to be the biggest closet of the whole house. (My boyfriend totally loves it, which is why we have a similar one at our flat in Budapest.)


The closet is filled with a lot of things - and I do mean a lot! - so the other day I took a look at it to asses how many things and what kind of things are there that would need a new home or even a trip to the wastebin. Well, there they were, three large Benetton paper bags filled to the brim with mangas. Easily over 100 of them. Shortly after that I received an invite to a Book Fair where people can trade books or even donate them. My first thought was to go over there and donate the books, so I prepared them so I would go today. However, after running some errands at the City Center, I started thinking if I should drive all the way to the Capital City, struggle with the traffic there, with the parking, and then all by my own pull three bags of books looking for where can I dump them for donations. That's when Dragonfly came to my mind, and so I thought about asking our local Library if they take donations. And they do! They were closed, but they happily took my mangas. The man there said there were many kids who came looking for things to read in English, and mangas were fabulous to lure the younger generation into the Old House of Books.

I asked my Dad to help me and we took the mangas over there. I felt so happy thinking that I was putting all those mangas close to people who probably didn't know about them or maybe couldn't afford them. Maybe wouldn't even be able to get them, since some of them are old or an older edition (like my Paradise Kiss).

After that I've got home and decided to take some of my parfumes - those I no longer feel comfortable using, like a J'Adore I had already for several years - and give them away. I entrusted a lady who comes over to clean to give them away or keep them, as she saw fit. She was happy because she mentioned that her parfumes are already running low, and I was happy to have space and know that those parfumes would be used instead of collecting dust on my dresser. 

A while ago I used to have a lot of parfumes, I tried our and experimented a lot and went through phases. The Chanel No.5 phase, the Very Irresistible phase, the Flower (by Kenzo) phase, the Halloween phase (I'm reliving that currently), and then a series of artisanal scents called Vienna, Vesta and Hera. From a parfume to another, small snipets were left over and now I decided to give them away, along with those that once apealed to me but now I find either too strong, or their scent no longer seems to be part of my world.

Currently my scent world revolves around Halloween, Peony by L'Occitane, Vervaine also by L'Occitane and a small jasmine escence vial I've got for a couple of dimes at a Hindu store, so really, why to keep everything else? Specially when I believe I'm the only woman in this country who can make a 50 ml bottle of parfume last for three years while using it every day?

I put my cleaning purpose on my List of 13, my 13th list, actually ^_^ and decided to take it to anything and everything around me. My closet, my drawers, my shoes, my files... There's people out there who could give new life to the things that have been dormant around me, cluttering around, dying slowly while taking live space and killing it with it.

My life is going through some changes, and some things are a bit threatening, hanging by a thread, but this exercise reminds me of a process I already started: "stop holding to the old, the things that don't work for me anymore. Let go of the excess, come clean and honest". You can always learn something deeply philosophical and life changing from the most simplest things of the world. There must be a Natural, nearly Fibonacci thing about it, wouldn't you say?

May 5, 2013

About Cars: Issues

It all kind of started last week. And it wasn't funny back then either. Well, as you all know - or should know (I did post about this, haven't I? *checks her filofax because she's actually too lazy to check the blog-log*) - I moved to another department within the company. Oh, I see, I did made a mention but haven't told you what my life has been in the new place. Oh, it's wonderful! But back to the car, thing is that two weeks ago on Monday I went to fill the tank of Sookie because she was running low on gas. At my new place I start my day at 7 a.m., like all regular human beings, not at 6 a.m. as in my other office, like all human beings who live in another province and rather get to the office before the traffic jams. Well, since at my new office the parking space is scare and precious, when I take the car to the office I normally get there around 6 a.m. That was my luck.

On that faithful Monday morning, after filling Sookie's tank, her battery died on us. Just plop! died. I was stressed out, scared (Freaking Hell! Now what? How do I revive my car!?) and called my dad to help me. In the mean time, because God is Big and He always has an eye on me, an old man in a rusty car came by and helped me restart my car. First time I've got to use those electric cords with dented clamps in the ends. That day, also I learned that you must check your battery's water level, and if it isn't full - and I mean to the brim - the you must add to it. The water you shall use is distilled water or Club Soda (the thing you use to mix with whisky), but never regular water.

I still had my Dad take Sookie to the mechanic to see her over. The mechanic said she's fine and her motor was perfect. This was Monday of last week.

When I got her back I did notice her a bit different, more potent, the way she used to be before she got all anemic on me. Well, I was happy like a clam.

On Saturday (not this past Saturday, but the one before it) I decided to go to the movies. Everything was nice and dandy until Sookie started to heat up, and heat up bad. I was in a traffic jam, in the middle of the city where streets are very narrow and deep, open sewers separate the road from the sidewalk, so I couldn't pull over. I turned off the car on every red light, but didn't made it to the Movies. At one point she refused to ignite. Well, there I could pull her over, called my brother and asked for assistance. He told me to let her cool down and then fill the radiator and the water tank with water. Sookie was dry as a stone. It did surprise me that she would be out of water and the mechanic didn't notice on Tuesday, when Dad took her to him, not five days before. Anyway, I cooled her, filled her and then drove home. On Sunday I went to the movies - also to test her - and everything was ok.

Then came Monday. I drove to the office, and when getting to the office she heated up. Not as much as on Saturday, but she hit the red. Called my dad and told him. During the day I checked the water and filled it. Before leaving I checked again and filled her again, and this time I notices water leaking from the side of the motor. This couldn't be good. I drove carefully and when she started heating up - not in read yet, but half way there - I stopped and waited for her to cool down. So far so good. Except that then she wouldn't start.

Oh shit.

Called Dad, hoping he could help me push her to get her started. Except he called me back and told me to get a tow car with the insurance. That's how I pulled my car on a two truck for the first time in my life, and got my baby home like that.

Yesterday we took her to the mechanic, again with a tow truck, and now she's there. I don't expect her for at least a month, and I can only hope the fixing won't be too expensive, though I'm already expecting a rather large bill. Now that I've been battling with my projects and my card (they all pull me in different directions and I'm trying to balance them all), and right now, on top of everything comes this surprise. Yeah, this sort of things come always in packs, I guess. However, heads up, we can manage and we will!

Talking with my Dad, I managed to get him to lend me one of his cars so I can drive to the office. Dad has two for reasons only he can understand (it's the kind of things people do at first when they get retired, don't have kids to worry about, still aren't taking that much medication and need to fill a void). He has a little one and a big one. I was rooting for the little one, though I don't like that very much (no car is like my Sookie), but I've got the big one, one I've never driven in my life. Since I'll have to use it tomorrow, I worked up some nerve and took it out today for a drive. Well, the clutch isn't in very good condition, and the shitf stick is rather problematic. I took it for a short ride and my arm already hurts! Dad said he will take it to the mechanic for fixing one of these days. Yeah, we all know when one of these days is. It's sometime around never-day.

What's most amazing is that my Dad really dislikes my car and has been using the happenings of these last days to start pushing his "lets buy a new car" agenda. Currently he's on the party of "I'll buy you a new car", so if you think that I should say "sure! if you buy it!" that won't help my cause. Dad buying me a new car means that he expects to pick it, but the main issue for me is that I actually love and I'm very satisfied with my car. She's 19 years old and has been holding up really well, the taxes I pay for her are rather low due to her age and market value, and even if this fixing goes up through the roof I would have spent less on her in total that I would have spent on a newer "better" car in the same period of time. Yes, Sookie's wheeldrive is a but harder than any of my Dad's cars', but it's still smooth, and her shift stick and clutch are fenomenal. Plus she sounds like a real car... and I love her.