My stress level has been high lately. Life is extremely busy. I work for 8-10 hours a day and then work on various projects around the house we’re rehabbing.
Most of my stress is from the house. I hired someone to help me with some of the more technical details that I’m not experienced in. 90% of his work is fine, but sometimes he takes ridiculously bad shortcuts. I’ve considered giving him the boot at least twice, but I’m pushing through for now. Finding quality people is soooo difficult. I think it would be easier for me to perfect nuclear fusion.
Anyway, all of this is very stressful. When I’m stressed, it affects all parts of my life. I get moody and quick to anger. Under normal circumstances, I don’t dream or if I do, I don’t remember them. When I’m stressed, I have horrific nightmares. I wake up in a cold sweat. When I finally get back to sleep, the nightmare continues where it left off and I wake up again soon after. Bah!
So, I’m trying to think happy thoughts. Along these same lines, Mrs. 1500 and I were talking about how the Thursday rants can be pretty negative, so today, I’m going to post some things that have made us smile lately.
This week I learned a new phrase: yarn bombing. Mrs. 1500 and I were walking down our main street when I saw a tree with knitted yarn around the trunk:
- Me: Ha, look at that!
- Mrs: Looks like someone yarn bombed the tree.
- Me: Yarn what?!? Oh, I get it.
It cracks me up that someone would take the time to knit all of this and attach it to a tree.
With 2 small children and no family in the area, Mrs. 1500 and I don’t get much time alone. This weekend, a relative came in and we went for a hike at Longs Peak in Rocky Mountain National Park. Shortly into the hike, it began to rain. The rain turned to hail. We stuck it out though and had a great time. We talked more in those 4 hours than we have in the past 4 months. No marital issues; it’s just that we have 2 little girls who NEVER stop talking.
I was taking a walk down the mountain stream near my home. Way off in the distance, I hear opera music. I thought it was someone’s stereo, but I soon figured out that it was someone singing. I quickened my pace to see if I could figure out who it was. I don’t really like this type of music, but this guy had a really good voice. I finally caught up with the mystery singer (who stopped singing when I got close) and was greatly amused to find it was a skinny high-school looking kid in a hoodie.
We just had our county fair. The rides and smells of all things fried bring back lots of fun memories from when I was a kid. The fair is about a half mile from my house and one night, the wife and kids were out of the house. I jumped on my bike and rode over there. The sky was a neat shade of blue. I walked around for a little while and absorbed it all.
I’ve had this plant for 20 years, almost twice as long as I’ve been married and over half of my life. Earlier this year, it was looking really pathetic. I was pretty sure it was done for. After we moved from our hated neighborhood, I gently removed it from its pot, gave it some new dirt and replanted it. Now it’s coming back to life. Go plant! While it’s probably the new dirt that brought Mr. Plant back from the brink, I like to think he didn’t like the old neighborhood either.
Finally, here are some newspaper articles that have made me laugh recently:
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