I don't have that many new and wonderful things to report, really. Little things, mostly.
Like Passports Canada finally being able to get my money for my new passport. Now all I have to do is wait (interminably, it seems) for the passport to arrive. If it isn't here in another week or week and a half, I'll start bugging them about it.
Like coming to have a new sense of urgency about work, (no, don't flinch, it's not necessarily a bad thing) because it's truly hitting me how much my work patterns have to change, and have to speed up.
I'm a bear of very little brain; most of my colleagues have come to this understanding a long time before me, but I was really clinging to the idea of being a weekly newspaper reporter, probably out of a sense of irritable intransigence. I can't do that anymore, not when my company is changing around me and wanting - needing - us to provide copy multiple times a week, if not daily.
I know. This should not be news to me, especially given the amount of whinging I've done about work, the pace thereof, over the last year or two. But like many humans I can be monumentally oblivious, nay, willfully so.
I'm not sure if there's any one reason I'm slowly coming around. Part of it may be that trying to do what I'm supposed to do, rather than failing at it before I even start feels good. And that relates to having a sense of control over my life.
I haven't felt a lot of that, recently. The health problems of the past year or two, plus the pay cut at work, and my distaste for working at the office, all contributed to days without schedule, with the urge to just give up and do the minimum. Trying to do more than the minimum gives me a sense of propulsion, which, for the moment, is almost as good as a sense of purpose. And it's certainly better than floating around in limbo.
So, yes. New urgency. New attempts to be efficient. So far, so good. Further deponent saith naught.
Like running across this at Boutique Sally Ann* and knowing - immediately - that I had to have it. Even if there was no krafayis in the window because it was just someone's student art project. Yes. Yes, I am that much of a dork. And I'm glad. Proud. (Also, I love the colors. BB scanned the canvas and emailed the image to me, so I had to resaturate it a bit to get the colors back to what they actually look like in 3D, but, yeah, nice and bright and cheery.**) It's been sitting on my desk. I'm going to put it on the wall above the desk, next to the Dalek victory poster. Yes. Yes, I am.
Hmm. One housekeeping thing. One rather surprisingly serious thing. One Who thing. There's a nice balance for the evening.
Oh, hell. Forgot some belated birthday wishes, to some very interesting, nice people:
Happy belated birthday, (20th Feb.), to
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wiggiemomsi , whose cheerful online presence is always appreciated; and to ![[personal profile]](http://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misscam , (20th Feb.) whose trenchant comments on life, fandom, Norway and everything else are equally appreciated . Hope your various days were excellent!</user></user>* That's the Salvation Army thrift store to those of you who aren't aficionados of The Best Place In The World To Get Everything From Clothing and Shoes to ... well ... everything. I must do a post on my love affair with the Sally Ann someday.
** Decided, on the basis of a comment over on LJ by the delightful maruad, to add this concerning the art above: According to a site I visited, Van Gogh described the painting ""The Church at Auvers," which he painted in 1890 only a few months before his death, thusly to his sister: "A large painting of the village church, executed so that the building appears purplish against a sky which is the deep and simple blue of pure cobalt; the windows seem stained with ultramarine; the roof is part violet, part orange. In front, there are flowers growing in the grass and some sunny, pink sand."
In looking at that description, and at pictures of the actual painting, it becomes clear to me that whoever painted my little painting (I'm thinking acrylic on canvas; definitely canvas, but I could be wrong on the paint) loved brighter - some would say more garish - colors. The sky is closer to turquoise than cobalt, and the other colors are similarly altered. I don't mind; the colors of the rather not very good copy appeal to me, as beautiful as the original is. Here's an image of the original, or at least closer to the colors of the original:
- Location:Going to bed
- Mood:
tired
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Indeed they were; it's someone's version of one of Van Gogh's last paintings, The Church at Auvers, which he painted in the last two months of his life, in 1890. According to one site I visited, he described the painting thusly to his sister:
"A large painting of the village church, executed so that the building appears purplish against a sky which is the deep and simple blue of pure cobalt; the windows seem stained with ultramarine; the roof is part violet, part orange. In front, there are flowers growing in the grass and some sunny, pink sand."
In looking at that description, and at pictures of the actual painting, it becomes clear to me that whoever painted my little painting (I'm thinking acrylic on canvas; definitely canvas, but I could be wrong on the paint) loved brighter - some would say more garish - colors. The sky is closer to turquoise than cobalt, and the other colors are similarly altered. I don't mind; the colors of the rather not very good copy appeal to me, as beautiful as the original is.
In fact, I may go back and insert a good image of the original painting, so that folks can compare and contrast.
Edited at 2012-02-23 05:54 pm (UTC)
And renewed vigor for work is never a bad thing!! Grab it while you got it and run for it!
*hopes passport comes through*
*HUGS*
And indeed the renewed vigor is not a bad thing. Except that today was supposed to be one of my enforced unpaid vacation days, and I worked the whole day, thinking I could get "a few things" done in "a couple of hours, before BB wakes up." As it turned out, I ended up working from 9 a.m. to 4 p.m., much to my BB's gentle disapproval. Must learn to disperse the vigor at the right times ....
Hugs back to you, my dear.
Edited at 2012-02-24 11:08 pm (UTC)
Oh dear...*hands you some tea*
Thankies - hugs are awesome things indeed...