Small Apples, 1984, Kristoffer Albrecht
The next best time to plant a tree is now.
I know that Chines proverb is supposed to motivate one to action, but I think it’s quite depressing. What is more dreadful than wasted time?
Although just as effective, I prefer Karen Lamb’s not so alarmist take on the same sitchy: “A year from now you may wish you had started today.”
I wish I had cut out the mid-afternoon snacking a year ago. Perhaps I would feel better about the impending swimsuit season.
I could go on but it’s such a slippery slope.
What do you wish you had started a year ago? Will you start it today?
So that I can have the privilege of throwing on my wellies, running out into the rain and snipping a few of these beauties. Nothing like it.
On the spur of the moment, we decided to take a quick jaunt (just four hours from Atlanta) over to Savannah. It was a total win-win—the girls got their frolic on at Tybee, and I got a total eye-full of architectural wonder in downtown historic Savannah. As with most things of beauty, the devil is in the details. Continue Reading…
This story is called The Mexican Fisherman. If it were told by a Southerner, it would be called Going Around Your @$$ to Get to Your Elbow. Either way, it’s a very poetic reminder that sometimes we work hard to get the things we already have. Enjoy!
The Mexican Fisherman
An American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellowfin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.
The Mexican replied, “only a little while.”
The American then asked why didn’t he stay out longer and catch more fish?
The Mexican said he had enough to support his family’s immediate needs.
The American then asked, “but what do you do with the rest of your time?”
The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siestas with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine, and play guitar with my amigos. I have a full and busy life.”
The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat. With the proceeds from the bigger boat, you could buy several boats, eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor, eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing, and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then LA and eventually New York City, where you will run your expanding enterprise.” Continue Reading…
This is my absolute fave place in the whole wide world–my home office. I try to keep it tidy and organized, and it doesn’t look too bad in this pic. But when you zoom out and see the real deal… Continue Reading…
Faithfulness, financial stability and sex (or lack thereof) can make or break a marriage. But according to a study described in this piece from The Atlantic, couples without a clear-cut system for delegating chores are setting themselves up for failure. Yep, household tasks like cooking and cleaning are the third-most indicator of marital success.
From 2001 to 2004, UCLA researchers observed the lives of 32 dual-income middle-class families from Los Angeles. Conflict arose more often among couples with
ambiguously defined clear as mud expectations of each other. On the contrary, partners with clearly defined domestic roles were more likely to feel appreciated and respected for their contributions to the household. This conversation from one of the couples interviewed in the study sums it up nicely:
Travis: I mean, she’s no—she’s not a saint in terms of keeping the place clean and, uh, fixing stuff or—she doesn’t fix anything.
Alice: No, but I cook meals. I just can’t do it all. I don’t. But I made you dinner tonight.
Travis: That’s good.
Alice: There you go. I’m no saint, but I just can’t do everything. I can’t buy all the groceries, cook the dinner—
Travis: I know, but just for the—don’t you think that there’s—you know that little board we have on the refrigerator?
Alice: Mm hmm.
Travis: Why don’t you use that and, like, say, like, um, write me notes?
Alice: [I don’t want to.
Travis: [Number one, dishwasher. Number two, rain gutter.
Alice: To be honest with you, I don’t want to have to tell you to do stuff. I want you to figure out that the—that the dishwasher needs to be—that you need to figure it out that the dishwasher needs to be—
Travis: I did. Did you ask me to fix the dishwasher, or did I?
Alice: No, you ordered a part, and then six months went by and we don’t know what happened to it. I don’t want to be, like, micro-managing you. Anyway, that’s a whole other story.
Just reading that makes my right eye twitch. The resentment and frustration are palpable.
Although it’s taken years and tears (mine) to get here, the Mister and I are at a mostly happy place of expectations regarding household management. In a nutshell, I handle any and all things stemming from the needs of The Baby Kittens. The Mister, on the other hand, deals in the dirtier matters of taking out the trash, unclogging toilets, yard work and the like. This balance of tasks has worked out just fine, but now the girls are approaching the pre-teen years.
They have crowned themselves the Queens of All Inexperienced Know-It-Alls, and have proclaimed that their Dad and I are the biggest @$$holes in the world. I’m paraphrasing, of course, but you get the point. Getting the muck out of the garbage disposal isn’t looking too bad these days. I may need to sit down with the Mister and renegotiate our terms. Happy wife, happy life, yes?
How are chores decided in your household? Read more about the study here.
|1.| Drizzle (olive oil, honey, sea salt, pepper, rosemary) for my sweet potato. Yes, ma’am. |2.| “Appreciate yourself and honor your soul.” |3.| Getting his full raptor sleep on. |4.| DIY Ginger Hair cleanser + 5 more natural beauty recipes |5.| Aloe vera at the farmers market. |6.| “The less you own, the less that owns you.” |7.| Our house guest for the weekend–the class pet. |8.| This mug has my name on it. On sale for $4 at Pier 1. |9.| Black cat
Downtown Birmingham home circa early 1900′s. Michelle Summers Photography
I breathed a small sigh of relief last night at the conclusion of episode 6 of Downton Abbey. Lord Grantham has finally accepted the cold hard truth that the financial management of Downton has to change if it is to survive. Matthew, Lord Grantham’s son-in-law, heir and co-master of the estate pretty much put it to him like this: “Look here–your pompous @ss wasted Cora’s fortune on the mismanagement of Downton, and I’ll be d@mned if I’ll let you flush my inheritance down the crapper too.” Except Matthew has that haughty British accent that gives an air of authority even if using words like “crapper.”
Tom, Lord Grantham’s chauffeur cum (other) son-in-law, was much more diplomatic, stating that Downton needed all of their strengths—Tom knows the land, Matthew knows the business and the law, and Lord Grantham knows what’s in the best interest of the residents of Downton. Which is polite-speak for: “We really don’t need you, Old Man, but we’ll humor you out of respect for our wives.” Bless his heart, Lord Grantham and his refusal to adjust to the unglamorous post-war way of life is doing no one any favors, least of all, himself.
Everything good needs time. Don’t do work in a hurry. Go into details; it pays in every way. Time means power for your work. Mediocrity is always in a rush; but whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing with consideration. For genius is nothing more nor less than doing well what anyone can do badly.” ~ Ameila Bar, 9 Rules for Success