Patia Stephens, Missoula, Montana

A Drivel Runs Through It

Saturday, December 30, 2006

When Too Much Stuff is a national epidemic
After a couple of crazy months -- school, work, dating, traveling, colds, finals, holidays -- I've spent the last few days digging out.

I have five bags of stuff waiting by the door. Tomorrow they'll all get moved to the trunk of my car, and on Wednesday -- since Monday and Tuesday are holidays -- three of them will go to the YWCA thrift store for donation, one will go to the post office for belated holiday mailing, and another will go to the magazine recycling bin.

The mudroom holds more stuff waiting to be dealt with -- a large bag of trash left over from holiday gift-wrapping; cardboard and empty boxes to be recycled; a bag of paper for shredding. There's still more inside the cabin that I haven't yet gotten to -- laundry to put away, holiday decorations to take down and store, some computer-related relics I just listed on eBay, school papers to file, a box of car stuff that needs to be sorted before going back to the trunk.

I feel overwhelmed.

I know I'm not the only one. Most of my friends struggle with the demands of clutter and homekeeping. (That's the new, hip term for frumpy old "housekeeping.") They consider me the neat freak of the bunch, although I hardly feel tidy enough to deserve the title. It's true, though, that over the years I've made a study of homekeeping, organization and decor. Because clutter and disorder make me feel overwhelmed and stressed, I consciously set out to learn ways to better manage them. I have learned that I'm calmer, happier and more productive when my surroundings are clean.

Around a decade ago, I figured out why I was a packrat (might need it! it's valuable! it's sentimental!) and slowly conquered that tendency. Like a snake shedding skins, I shed layers of stuff until everything in my home affirmed at least one of the following questions:

  1. Do I use it?
  2. Do I love it?

Let me tell you, that feels good.

"But I might need it someday!" is a trap many of us fall into. I still fight it in myself. But unlike our grandparents, we're not living through a depression. We're living in a time of plenty. In fact, we're living in a time of too much. Too Much Stuff.

We have So Much Stuff that the National Association of Professional Organizers has declared January Get Organized Month. We have So Much Stuff that most January magazine covers are devoted to "Clearing Clutter" and "Organizing Your Life!" We have So Much Stuff that box stores are busy exchanging holiday displays for rows and rows of plastic bins.

But like Flylady says, "You can't organize clutter." You just have to get rid of it.

Flylady is, among all the organizational gurus, my hero. She's not fancy or syndicated or even a very good speller, but she's smart. And she's Been There. For all her cutesy little acronyms and catchphrases -- STUFF is "Something That Undermines Family Fun"; CHAOS is "Can't Have Anyone Over Syndrome"; take Baby Steps; don't clean your home, bless it -- the woman is remarkably down to earth. She's lived it, she's figured it out, she's still figuring it out, and she's sharing with us. Three hundred and sixty-eight thousand of us, that is, who subscribe to her daily email reminders to "Go Shine Your Sink!" and "Do Your Before Bed Routine," among others.

I admit, I was skeptical as hell about the shining-your-sink thing. I mean, how silly! But although I still resist sometimes, I've learned that going to bed with a sinkful of dirty dishes is the surest way to wreck the next day before it's even started.

I've been following Flylady for a couple of years, and truly, I don't know how I could manage grad school and working 30 hours a week without her. I'm not perfect -- fortunately, Flylady says I don't have to be -- but shining my sink, having a weekly routine and decluttering regularly have transformed my life and my home.

For all my evangelizing, I don't think it really matters whether you follow Flylady or Martha Stewart or some other system -- just that you have a system. Figure out what needs to be done every day, every week, every month, to keep your home functioning in a way that feeds your soul. For me, it's doing the dishes every night, taking the trash out twice a week, watering the plants once a week, vacuuming and cleaning the bathroom every week or two. It's also digging out every couple of months -- decluttering, filling bags, hauling them to the thrift store and the recycling center.

My new goal is to have every part of my house look like something that could be featured in the Pretty Organized group on Flickr. (Stop snickering!) I'm addicted to this group, and to home decor books, and to magazines like Martha Stewart Living, Real Simple and Domino. I like to call these diversions "house porn."

Hey, we all need something to strive for. And in an era of Too Much, some of us need lessons on how to cultivate Just Enough.


The real story behind Saddam's death
Ding, dong, the wicked dictator is dead.

Since I read the news of Saddam Hussein's execution last night, that refrain has been echoing in my brain. That, and the question: Now who will try George W. Bush for his crimes against humanity? Tens of thousands are dead because of Bush's -- and by extension, our -- lies, greed, fear and power-mongering.

But as the following article points out, it didn't start with Bush. He's just another cog in the wheel of western imperialism. What I want to know now is, where will it end? Who will be courageous enough to say, The violence stops with me? Who will be big enough to say, No more?

No more.

Saddam Hussein: A Dictator Created Then Destroyed By America (The Independent UK via AlterNet)

An excerpt:

Who sold him the components for the chemical weapons with which he drenched Iran and the Kurds? We did. No wonder the Americans, who controlled Saddam's weird trial, forbad any mention of this, his most obscene atrocity, in the charges against him. Could he not have been handed over to the Iranians for sentencing for this massive war crime? Of course not. Because that would also expose our culpability.



Peace on earth to return to Missoula
I truly mourned the loss of the old peace sign that watched over Missoula, and I am so excited that a space has been found for a new sign and peace park.

Peace sign to make comeback (Missoulian)

Sign me up. Where do I send my donation? The article doesn't say, but I'm guessing the general address for the Jeannette Rankin Peace Center will suffice:

Jeannette Rankin Peace Center
519 S. Higgins Ave.
Missoula, MT 59801

Update: I called to check, and the above address is correct.


Full moon names and dates for 2007
From Space.com via Yahoo News.

A rather wonderful article about the traditional names for each full moon.


Friday, December 29, 2006

You're the decider! Pick your favorite blog topic
Because I have more ideas than time --

You, dear reader, get to choose what I will blog about next. Pick from the following topics:

  1. nasal irrigation
  2. national Get Organized Month
  3. my Montana dream home (versus reality)
  4. why I idolize Martha Stewart
  5. when it's appropriate to take down Christmas decorations

Make your choice in the comments. Voting closes at midnight tonight, or whenever I get around to it.


Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Road trip revelations
I'm home after a six-hour drive across Montana. What a beautiful state. It's so easy to forget when you stay in Missoula all the time. I mean -- Missoula's beautiful, don't get me wrong, but there is some amazing scenery beyond this valley. I marvel every time I get out of town.

Along with sweeping prairies and mountain vistas, I saw the following things while driving today:

  • Sunshine
  • Fog
  • Rain
  • Snow
  • Cautious drivers, bless 'em
  • Amazingly, not one police car
  • A stubbly wheat field full of Canada geese
  • A few hawks and eagles
  • A loaded hay truck with a border collie perched on top like the king of the world.
  • A casino sign that said: "Ho ho ho, come in and win some dough."
  • A sedan with a rear-window decal that said, "Beef: It's what's for dinner."

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have lots of catching up to do. I STILL have to address my Christmas cards, assuming they're waiting for me at the post office by now. A few gifts remain to be wrapped and sent. My email inbox is overflowing. Kitties need snuggling. House needs decluttering. Projects await. Bear with me.


Monday, December 25, 2006

A Christmas post
Via Meg. (The U's are her fault.)

The Best Five Things About Christmas:
  1. Christmas lights
  2. Christmas stockings
  3. Reconnecting with loved ones
  4. Too much wonderful food
  5. Kickin' back

Top Five Favourite Christmas Songs/Carols:
  1. "It Must've Been Old Santa Claus" by Harry Connick Jr.
  2. "Santa Baby"
  3. "Silent Night"
  4. Anything on George Winston's "Winter" album
  5. I really can't think of any others that don't eventually make me insane

Top Five Favourite Things To Receive For Christmas '06
  1. It's too late to answer this one. I liked all the gifts I received. Besides, anything I didn't get but really want, I'll buy for myself.

Top Five Things I'd Like To Give Other People This Season (were cash not an object):
  1. Food
  2. Shelter
  3. Peace
  4. Love
  5. Joy

Top Five Favourite Christmas Traditions:
  1. Making and sending holiday greeting cards
  2. Filling stockings for myself and the kitties
  3. Flowers for Gay
  4. Opening presents Christmas morning (NOT Christmas Eve!)
  5. The afternoon nap



Sunday, December 24, 2006

Meowy Christmas!



How to survive the holidays
From Laurie and Debbie, the wise women at Body Impolitic, comes some of the better holiday advice I've seen:




One of my favorites:
8) Be effusive about every gift you get; then be rude about the awful ones later to your friends. If they're really awful, throw them off a bridge in the middle of the night.



Saturday, December 23, 2006

Season's Eatings. Ho ho ho. Ha ha ha.
For your viewing pleasure, some holiday naughtiness from Saturday Night Live -- the infamous "Schwetty Balls" skit featuring Alec Baldwin, Ana Gasteyer and Molly Shannon. (Good times!)

WARNING: Do not watch if you are offended by intense sexual innuendo, tacky Christmas sweaters or snort-inducing hilarity.




Is it 2007 yet?
I am tired. Cheerful, but tired.

I am surrounded by unwrapped presents. My Christmas cards, ordered online Dec. 4, have not arrived. (Thanks a lot, Kodak.) I need to wash dishes, pack and run errands. All I want to do is crawl back into bed.

It's possible I've had a bit too much holiday cheer, and chow, lately. Every day this week has featured some sort of lovely holiday get-together with friends and colleagues. I'm feeling fat, happy and sleepy. And extremely unambitious.

I think I'm about ready for January.


Help me mouse-proof my pajamas
This is sort of a random post, but ...

Does anyone know where I can find square, galvanized metal bins measuring 13 x 13 or 12 x 12 inches?


Thursday, December 21, 2006

Antique store, Hot Springs




Monday, December 18, 2006

I don't care what you call it. But I hope it's nice.
Recently, at an employee party, I was among a small group of people who were wishing each other Merry Christmas. One of them, a man I know only slightly, then laughed and said, "None of this 'Happy Holidays' shit."

Yeah, because trying to be inclusive is so offensive.

I don't get this whole "War on Christmas" thing. Nobody's trying to take away your celebration of mass consumption, I mean, Christ's birthday. But using the generic phrase "Happy Holidays" is an appropriate way for businesses and government offices to be respectful of non-Christians. I work on a public university campus, where we have many non-Christian students, both American and international. Jews, Muslims, Hindus ... they may be minorities here, but they are not inconsequential. We have an ethical obligation to respect their beliefs. We also have a constitutional obligation to maintain a separation of church and state.

The Cowboy, who listens to too much right-wing talk radio, recently asked why I put up a Christmas tree if I don't worship Christ. (I define myself as half-atheist, half-pagan.) I explained that a.) I was baptized Christian, b.) I was raised in a predominately Christian culture c.) Christmas trees were borrowed from much older, pagan winter festivals such as Yule and Saturnalia, and d.) they're pretty.

(BTW, Christ wasn't born in December. By most accounts, he was born in January, but the church moved it closer to the solstice to appease the pagans it was trying to convert.)

I celebrate Christmas because it is what I grew up with and it is what the people around me celebrate. Personally, I tend to think of it as both a pagan solstice celebration and a very pragmatic ritual of lights, food and gifts to brighten the dark, lean days of winter.

I've also enjoyed Hannukah with Jewish friends, and was delighted to be included in their celebration and learn their traditions.

This year, as a compromise, I'm opting to wish people "Merry Holidays. " And for what it's worth, I will gladly receive the well-intended wishes of any faith.


Friday, December 15, 2006

I survived Finals Week
Ahhhhhhhhhh.

I'm spending tomorrow in bed. I've earned it.


Thursday, December 14, 2006

I really like this guy



See article for details: Are You Ready for Obama? (New York Times)


Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Greetings from Finals Week purgatory
Wednesday. Hump Day.

Halfway through Finals Week.

One paper down, one to go.

My body aches from too much sitting.

I want so badly to put out my holiday decorations.

I want to go for a walk outdoors.

I want to sleep.

Then I want to go back to sleep.

~

It's windy outside. Noisy.

Trees rubbing against the cabin.

Cat door rattling.

Tarp flapping.

Mind scattering.


Sunday, December 10, 2006

Hometown hero
Here's one of those stories that gives you the chills:

Column: A real hometown hero (Missoulian)


Saturday, December 09, 2006

From my San Francisco trip

I haven't yet edited all the photos from my trip, but here's a preview.

This collage decorated the women's bathroom door at the restaurant where my best friend had her first annual 39th birthday party. The surface of the bar was similiarly decorated. I was so excited to see this, as I've been collecting art for years with plans to do something just like it.



Finals Week crunch
The Bloglines Plumber has finally unclogged my email accounts. (I've had two unreadable accounts for the past couple of weeks, with more than 100 messages in them.) A big thank-you to the Bloglines engineers who fixed the problem and patiently corresponded with me.

Of course, most of those unreadable emails turned out to be spam, but I did have a few juicy messages that I look forward to responding to, including one from an old friend I haven't heard from for years. Yo, Dayna Korach, is it really you?!

Unfortunately, I have two final papers due this week, graduation and thesis forms to fill out, a messy house, holiday tasks to complete and company coming tomorrow, so Internet fun and games will have to wait until probably next weekend.

Bear with me.

(tags: bloglines freedback freedbacking)


Hip hip hooray for the letter H!
Alphabet meme via Miss Feva:

(Comment and I'll give you a letter; then you have to list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this on your blog and give out some letters of your own.)

  1. Home
  2. Horses
  3. Hot springs
  4. Holidays with pagan roots
  5. Home-decor magazines
  6. Hi-tech gadgets, like my Palm Treo 650
  7. Hydrangeas
  8. Hiking
  9. Health
  10. Howdy
Update: I completely forgot one -- Hugs!


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Wednesday Wickedness
I have way, way, way too much going on right now, but I can no longer stand seeing that picture every time my home page pops up, so I'm going to fling some fresh content up here.

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Had my last class of the semester today; now I just have two final papers to write this weekend and hand in next week. Then I'm done with school for a month. And after spring semester, I'll be done forever! (Assuming I get my graduation application turned in on time next week). I'm looking forward to being done, but I'm sad, too. I love school. Just wish I had more time to enjoy it.

~

I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired.

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Have you ever noticed that it takes a week of cramming to prepare for a week of vacation, and another week to catch up afterwards? One week of (alleged) rest and relaxation somehow becomes sandwiched by two very stressful weeks.

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Finally got my Christmas cards designed and ordered. They're sickeningly cute! For those of you not lucky enough to be on my mailing list, I will post a jpeg here.

Mailing Christmas (holiday/solstice/Yule/whatever) cards every year is a lot of work, especially with the whole finals crunch. But it's the one thing I really make an effort to do each and every year, because it's so important to me to stay in touch with old friends.

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Speaking of friends, one thing I just hate about studying and working on a university campus is that so often I make friends only to watch them graduate and move away. Friends I have made here are now spread all over the country, and I'm currently steeling myself for the next batch to leave.

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I love flowers.

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Oh! I almost forgot. My belief that I have extraordinarily nice feet was confirmed this week by an expert.

I went to a podiatrist because of an intermittent pain I've had on the ball of my foot over the last year or so. Nothing major, but I thought I'd better get it looked at before it turned into one. He diagnosed me with bruising of the sesamoid bones (I think?), caused by wearing shoes without enough support for my very high arches, and prescribed a particular type of insole. (He also told me to quit wearing Crocs. Bummer.)

In the process, he said I had some of the "most normal feet" he'd ever seen, and that he referred to people with feet like mine as "royalty." I said, "You have no idea how well that fits!"

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I recently installed a cat door for Tango and Luna.

Luna is like, "Oh, cool!"

Tango is like, "Why the hell didn't you do this 10 years ago?"

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Should I buy this black trench coat, this one in black currant or this one in cranberry, or should I save my money and make do with what I have?

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I totally want these boots.


Saturday, December 02, 2006

Am I that obvious?


A joke picture made for me by Neva on Zingfu.com.

(In Vegas, cards like these are handed out on every street corner.)

Original photo here.


Friday, December 01, 2006

Bah, humbug
Quite a few things are bumming me out right now -- my second cold in a month, circumstances conspiring to keep me and The Cowboy apart, 74 email messages in a Bloglines account that I can't read, homework overload, zits, Tango's incessant barfing, mouse poop in my pajamas, spam -- but I find a twisted joy in the fact that the Salvation Army can't find enough bell ringers for this season's holiday harrassment.


Black locust tree, late autumn




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