This truly incredible life.


If all of philosophy really is the question of what it means to have a “good” life, then I think I am getting closer to the answer every day. And on Friday night I was presented with my answer (the one that Brian and I have come up with anyways) in pictorial form. For my fortieth birthday gift (which I received early during our cabaret on Friday night), my dear B. commissioned a piece of artwork from our friend Sam Bradd to encapsulate just what it is that makes our life together so incredible.

I would encourage you to now click on the image above and then zoom in to see all the wonderful detail in this piece.

All I can say is that between Brian’s stories and Sam’s art – they totally got it right – and I so look forward to having this piece in my life for all the years to come, as a reminder of all that we have built our life on since meeting five and a half years ago.

One reflection Brian and I had this weekend (after hosting a fabulous cabaret that went until four in the morning on Friday and going to bed on Saturday night after a feast with friends) is that a good life is something that requires a fair bit of effort and input. It doesn’t just happen on its own. And even with the effort/input there is always the luck card which comprises at least 50% of  the choices you get to make towards the life you want to create. Not to mention the fact that there are dips and pitfalls in any life which must be factored in when building the resiliency that carries us through those rough times.

Brian tells me that he never knew that life could be as good as the one we’ve created together is. I tell him I always knew that life could be this awesome, but I needed the right partner in co-creation because it’s way too much work and energy to sustain on one’s own (or with a partner who isn’t equally on board). But no matter our perspective, it’s definitely a joint effort!

 

Puzzles and patterns.

Today is one week from forty. And five hours from the cabaret we are having at our little house this evening –  not to mention friends coming to town and birthday dinner tomorrow night!

I started a new cardigan project last night – dark red in honour of my birthday and of heart month – but I’ve already had to rip it back to the beginning because I don’t think I quite understand the pattern yet. I will. I will understand the pattern…. and it feels good to be challenged. Every pattern is a puzzle until you see it for what it is. Very Gestalt, doors of perception and all that.

Speaking of which, I got my paper topic for the semester approved and will be writing on the discovery of neuroplasticity as an example of Thomas Kuhn’s paradigm shift (Structure of Scientific Revolutions).  Another puzzle to work through between now and April.

It’s too late on a Friday to think much beyond getting out of here and finding some fun!

Gab and gifts.

I don’t write about being a union steward very often – the person in the workplace who marshals people through difficult discussions, grievances, and disciplinary procedures on a near-daily basis…. It’s part of my commitment to civil society, really. My volunteer effort. My desire to be good.  It also breaks up my workday, give me perspective on human life and problems, and provides a relevant service to people which helps them and ultimately helps me. It is both altruistic and self-gratifying and even when I’m in a period with really heavy cases (right now there are several on my plate) I get why I do it.

This morning, however, I came to work to discover that one of the people I have been representing in a disciplinary matter has sent an email that simultaneously insults his manager and his supervisor, while implicating his union rep (me) by invoking my “advice”. Of course, he has done exactly the opposite of my advice (I told him to send an email to the manager recognizing that his supervisor has the right to respect in communications) because he believes himself blameless and to have rights that he does not have. He also believes the union to have the power to direct management and to get him a new job (he is facing layoff, like many people). Let’s just say that as a worker on the margins, he has lobbed a shot which only further diminishes his chance of holding onto something around here.

This is in stark contrast to the person I was working with yesterday afternoon who showed up to a meeting with her manager totally organized, thoughts laid out and communicated respectfully, goals clearly articulated. She looked to me only once to elaborate on some aspect of sick leave as understood by the union, but otherwise presented her issues on her own.

Which has me thinking about what it is I am exactly here for – because most people truly do sink or swim on their own ability to control their emotions, and it is rare than any advocate can “save” someone who has thrown themselves into the chuck. I mainly hang around to ensure that people are treated to fair process and guidelines under the various agreements and legislation which regulate our employment, and sometimes I am just here to let people rant or give a kind ear too. But I am rarely (read never) able to pull someone down from the ledge who is hellbent on throwing themselves off of it.

That’s something I didn’t understand when I started in this role ten years ago. I used to get tied up about it, fretful about my own need to “save” people from losing their job or having a difficult time – a “need” which I have learned is much more about my own self-image than anything and which isn’t a need at all. It’s something I’ve been giving up my grip on slowly, and the first person I mentioned in this article has been a great lesson for me in doing just that (I have been involved in his situation for three years). Which is to say that I have come to grips with the fact that I am only here to give advice, not to convince people to take it. Which is why I could read this stupid email-bomb this morning and just shrug, because I gave very clear advice on the issue last week and yesterday, and I know that is all I can do.

But still – *sigh*. So much more work generated by that one email!

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In better news, here are some photos of this month’s projects – all gifts! The top wool wrap was given to my sister-in-law this weekend and she professed to love it. The middle one is for a Rav swap I am doing in February. And the third is a scarf I made out of leftover wool/silk and am giving to a friend this weekend (late birthday/Christmas present). I have one more project to block, which brings my total to six projects for the month.

Now, if only I could find some time at the sewing table  to match this crochet output! I’ve got two dresses and a spring coat just hollering to be made.

All of what is me right now.

I’ve just got to start with family-member bragging time today because my niece turned one on the weekend and took her first three steps.  To me! Which was resulted in one very surprised looking baby and a round of applause from her parents, Brian and me. She is pictured above wearing her new onesie-dress to match the doll my mom made for her – a little stunned from all the attention.

It was a nice weekend away on the island with family – we had dinners and played with the kids, and had conversations about things. THINGS. Like the development behind my family home, the indiscretions of family members, and the fact that my brother and I want to know each other better but don’t know where to start. And there are impediments, like distance and personality quirks. But we all want the kids to have a close relationship to their aunt and uncle, and that means we have to figure it out. So we are starting to.

We brought back two frozen chickens raised by my sister-in-law (plus 3 dozen eggs) and ate one of them last night. This is a pretty cool thing they are doing, and I hope that we can foster some food trades that work for them since we can’t raise meat in the city. Like healthy canning for the kiddos being a good place to start – reduced sugar jam, unsweetened applesauce and so forth.

When I came home on Sunday, I unpinned this sweater from blocking and discovered that it fits perfectly! Not only that but I have received three compliments on it today, despite the fact it has a weird camo-ness to it. This photo isn’t great, but the variegation turns out to be quite flattering and not at all “urban-hunter”…. rather tweed-ish instead. I’m wearing it office-side today with a short brown skirt and my long grey hair down. I either look like a super-confident and stylish-type woman of forty-ish, or I look like an older woman who makes her own clothes (in the worst sense). Hard to really judge that one, though  the people around me assure that I look great. So I am going to have to go with it (and disregard my mother’s comment about grey hair making me look old).

I find myself insecure these days about my looks and persona, which I think have to do with aging and the fact that once women move out of the madonna/whore paradigm of our fertile years – we immediately move into the cougar/crazy years. A woman either “looks so good for her age” or “has really let herself go” – and I want to be neither. Really, I’m aiming for “has a good life,” which involves a balance between staying somewhat fit without worrying too much about what other people think. Easier said than done (on the latter count especially). Fortunately I *do* have a good life (exceptionally so) and when I can filter out all the social noise about “who I should be” (thin, more accomplished, whatever, whatever) I manage quite fine. More than fine. Dialing down the outside noise is something I’m going to be working on over the next little while – particularly because I’ve got lots of awesome coming up and I don’t want to be distracted.

In one more piece of pre-forty news I am in the process of taking care of a number of little chore-items in my life – and yesterday I finally (finally!) took my graduated driver’s test and passed! Yes, that’s right. For ten years I have been driving with an “N” but as of yesterday I am N-free! I’m not sure if I’m proud of that or not, given that it took me ten years to get around to it – but at least I’m not going to be forty under the pretense of being a “new” driver.

And that, folks, is all of that is all of what is me at the moment.

Island-bound, with gift!

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Things have been busy lately. Work busy, school busy, and home busy – which hasn’t left a lot of time for posting here. I have, however, been making things steadily for the last few weeks. I finished a sweater last night (10 days from start to finish – not bad), and I have three small crochet pieces blocking at the moment. I have big plans to photograph it all on Monday so I can share those items through next week.

imageThis weekend is my niece’s 1st birthday, and for that occasion I have made this 8×8 hexagon pillow for her little-kid rocking chair. This is the first hand-stitched piece I have done – I have become addicted to hexagons which can only be hand-stitched so I see more in my future. (I am now working on a large-scale quilt with hexagon appliques for our queen-bed).  Although I will admit that I am not the tidiest of sewists,  I note that as with all things handmade, the finished product doesn’t suffer for it. Either your stitches are perfect and everyone oohs and ahhs over your technical precision, or they aren’t and the piece has a whole different level of heart that shines through. Win either way.

Plus, one-year-olds don’t care about perfection.

We’re heading to the island tomorrow for a weekend of birthday reveling – my niece’s birthday party is Saturday afternoon, and Saturday evening my parents are taking me for dinner for my 40th which is in two weeks (!) One very exciting thing about the weekend is that we will be getting the first of our meat-birds from my brother and his wife who are now raising chickens for food (as well as eggs which we’ve been getting from them for the last couple of years). After watching Food Inc. last week I am doubly-committed to doing anything I can to stay out of the industrial food system.

So it’s off for the weekend, next weekend is the cabaret at our home plus friends visiting for a little pre-birthday love, and the weekend after that? My birthday! A little spell of lovely things, coming right up!