So many things we do in life
Amoral- I suppose
Yet other things cling Velcro like
And soil our mortal clothes
Coping with the ins and outs
Of things that we must bear
Actions grow into a vice
That weighs us down with care
New year comes around again
The demarcation line
When I will start some new good things
Where others stay behind
It’s the new year again. Welcome to 2022. Just like so many other new years in my past adult life, I have stopped to process what new things I want to get involved in.
One of the new things that I will try my hand at, is sewing. I have a new heavy-duty machine. It is designed to handle man things like canvas, leather, and upholstery. I have already spent two glorious days with Lisa, just sewing. I have made some cool and useful items from my old blue jeans. Another thing that I am getting involved with, is wood turning on an old ShopSmith.
For those of you who don’t know, ShopSmith is a multi-tool. It is a table saw, wood lathe, drill press, and sander. The model which I purchased was made in the late 40s. It was cheap because it was missing so many of the parts. I ended up making all the missing parts. Now I am making nice jars, cups, candle holders and bowls out of wood from an old Mulberry tree that I cleared out of a fence row. I wonder how the kids will feel getting hand-crafted gifts this year, as opposed to the monetary gifts to which they have grown accustomed?
The imminent approach of the new year also brought other issues under the microscope. A lot of sedentary things have been cleaned out of my sheds. Clutter has been removed that used to tax my mind and my time. Some relationships that I have spent so much time and energy on have been placed in a box. I am more than willing to relate, but you will have to lift the lid and look inside. If what you see laying there is important, you will initiate a call or visit. I will no longer reach out to you after a certain number of calls or visits initiated by me. If I am important to you, let me know on occasion.
Lastly, there are some lifestyle changes which I made this year. They are tough. I miss the old crutches on occasion. They were comfortable, but somehow I realized that things which had helped me for a long time, were really controlling and killing me.
Blessings for the new year, and the new you, Elliot