CONTAINERIZATION – yeah rite!

This is a photograph of a few of the little boxes I paint from time to time. I spent most of my childhood living in hotels so we lived out of suitcases which has crept into my entire life. I adore putting things away inside boxes, cases or whatever I can find from wood to cane to plastic.

I didn’t actually reaslise how many boxes I use until today I looked inside the Trade Aid shop in Ponsonby and saw boxes all around the place for sale. Just about every size and shape I have at home already. There is one funny thing though, for the past half hour I have been trying to work out which box a certain item is in…think I have just had a senior moment. Don’t enjoy not remembering where I put things but it happens every now and then. I am certainly going to take up the advice in Wisanow about keeping fit and your brain also gets better…..now what was I talking about again…..lol

Have been thinking over the past few days about how I want my life to be from now on. I know that I have to put some old memory items away and keep some uppermost in my mind so its going to be containerization of the brain’s memories and things I really don’t need to dwell on anymore. Going to have a set of invisible boxes to put stuff away into and then lock them and trow away the key.

A couple of my friends seem to live in the past and it makes me feel that I have to move on into another phase of my life they depress me. The past has to stay in the past but I am taking up bridge playing again as I have decided there are some skills I can use to my advantage. There are a lot of things I have done which don’t need to be done again so these have to be put into their respective container and shut the lid. When I am feeling down and sorry for myself my memories haunt me and all they do is make me feel worse. Its a constant journey all our lives constantly change and we have to re-acces every now and then and also re-evaluate and move forward. How to do this is the question…..

Do you just stop thinking about the past or use it to your advantage. I hope to use the latter as over years I have acquired many skills but some are realistically redundant now and can be shelved. There are only so many hours in a day and why run around like a blue arsed fly to make sure everything is just so. Who cares, I am now allowed to rest if I wish or sit down and read a magazine I don’t have to bust a gut to get that bathroom floor looking like glass – its just too much I can afford to rest. The rest isn’t giving up its just prioritizing differently and not using the old I must clean up and sort stuff out before I can enjoy myself. It can be around the other way now – I can enjoy myself first and then do my chores when I want to – they are not longer that necessary……when I think of the time I have spent cleaning eewww it seems like forever.

Hoovering is my pet hate always has been and always will be, but I do enjoy ironing – yeah rite! Everything I own I try not to iron the swiftness of taking items out of the dryer is my best ploy straight onto a hanger and then no ironing required. But I still like linen and cotton garments so they don’t look crisp unless given the ironing treatment. And that reminds me that I must re-do my wardrobe. Some items are no longer looking crisp nor are they appropriate for my age…I don’t ever wish to look like an overdressed hen…actually saw a couple of those today when I had my coffee in Ponsonby Road. Do they not realise that I’m extremely critical and what they were wearing needed to be on someone 30 years their junior…but then I’m just a biarch when it comes to dressing well. Hair that is over coloured skirts that are too short and tops that show far too much skin opps not a good look. But I will also have a swipe at some younger women who are wearing shorts – why don’t they ever see that that kind of tight shorts look like they should be at a beach not in the middle of town. Hot pants were around once upon a time in my life but we wore long coats or other items over the top – from the depths of my memory - not a t shirt and short short shorts with nobbly knees and bad leg veins and chubby legs – saw all of this today. Felt ever so mature and confident that I didn’t look too much like a boobie………this is my opinion only of my clothing and style. Did see some women looking very nice but dresses seem to be less and less fabric what happened to sleeves, backs and sun frocks used to be only for the beach or on a ship not worn for shopping….but then in California in 1958 in LA women wore curlers with scarves over the top so these I saw today is nothing compared to that……

I’m not going to read this through until tomorrow so the blatherings stay until I edit so as it used to say on the bottom of a/c E & OE……..

Cheers

Lillian