ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER POST

It’s that time again wherein I sit down, get down to business and write. What should I write about? Should I tell you about my day, my humdrum every day? I’m a morning person now. Been so for quite a few years. I look forward to getting up between 6 and 7. Seems like there’s a lot to look forward to – even in these times. Though I’m feeling a little stressed, cranky and a bit down in the dumps, I haven’t lost that looking forward feeling. Thank God. I do have a bit of attitude but I don’t want to have nothing to look forward to one. I have standards.

I am trying to break loose of ‘stuck’ with nowhere to go and no stars to reach for. It’s not a good feeling and I don’t want to stay in it. Exercise has always worked great for me. I was looking forward to heading back to the YWCA pool and swimming. The universe has other plans for me. The pool needs ‘fixing’. It’s been out of service for a couple of months already. So, it’s back to the AM ENERGIZER. It really is one. I’m feeling so much better already after one session. I’m sure I will feel it tomorrow, not having used those muscles for quite awhile.

I decided it might be a good exercise to visit the library again. It was one of my favourite places before Covid. Why can’t it be again? I am disappointed that it is not the same. It does not have the same scope of material it once did. Seems like the city politicians are slashing the wrong budgets, not seeing the importance and scope of the public service the library provides. It’s good for education, socializing and mental health just to name some. Should we just throw up our hands, accept and say. Oh well? Or are there things we can do? It is something to think about while we are stuck here in this Covid time.

Having come back to my keyboard and tapping my heart away, I am not feeling as overwhelmed. I think I have all my tax receipts gathered. This month’s bills are paid. I am doing my daily drawing and watercolour. My desk and dining room table are littered with papers, pens, paint and whatnot. They are a disaster but there is no emergency. I’ve set a goal that I would date and label my creations each day. I would find something/somewhere to hold them in one place. Baby steps as one might say. I really hate that term because I am no longer a baby.

Well, there you have it. Another day, another post. No Pulitzer Prize here. Just some words. They still count.

About hafong

Hello! My name is (Leung) Hafong alias Lily Leung. You always say the last name first….that is the Chinese way. That is my partner lurking behind me. Since this is my blog, I won’t mention his name. But this is a rather cool picture. You see me and yet you don’t…sort of the way I feel about myself most of my life. So this blog is a self-exploration, an archeology dig of some sort. My tools…..words of a thousand or so at a sitting. I will try for that.
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4 Responses to ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER POST

  1. Martha DeMeo says:

    Good to see you back aat the keyboard! I’ve been kinda in a keyboard funk, trying to get back into a schedule again for the challenge. I’m looking forwardd to getting the garden going, Lia loves to help and she even has a few red strawberries! Have a great day Lily!

    • hafong says:

      Thanks, Martha. We have snow this morning. Our strawberry plants in the garden were looking green yesterday. They’re white now. But the greenhouse is holding up well. We have a little heater for night time lows. Thank goodness. I don’t have to cover and uncover like last year.

  2. terry fishman says:

    Also back in the pool as of last week and feeling so much calmer!!! Painting not coming easy these days….too much turmoil but I’m attempting and cooking more for a creative outlet. Love to read these blogs, catching up today😊

    • hafong says:

      Thanks Terry. I miss the pool at the ‘Y’. I think it’s too expensive to run. They’ve lost 40% of the revenue during Covid. Doing the 100DayProject helps me doing art. My class helped, too. 2 years of pandemic is long time. I’m feeling we’ve lost much. But then I’ve become aware of so many more things, too.

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