29 Gifts – Day 2

I woke up happy today.  This hasn’t happened in quite a while – usually I want to go back into my dreams.  But today I woke up happy.

Or maybe I didn’t wake up happy, but became so when – in my groggy state –  I glanced at my phone on my nightstand to see what time it was.  Since my new fancy phone now has e-mail on it, I checked my e-mail, too.  (Ugh.  I can’t believe I’m one of those people who checks e-mail from my bed now.)  I couldn’t believe the number of new messages.  And guess who they were from?  Other people on the 29 Gifts web site.  Genuine e-mail from real people who wrote something from their hearts.  What a fabulous thing to wake up to.

So I’m off to start my day.  On a happy note.  Oh what a welcome feeling that is.


29 Gifts

I started a new book the other day that I can’t put down: 29 gifts by Cami Walker.  She is suffering from MS when a spiritual teacher tells her to give 29 gifts in 29 days.  It’s amazing what happens from the moment she starts.  She’s gone on to create a world-wide movement at www.29gifts.org

I just joined the site and gave my first gift today: fondue pots to my sister.  You can click here for the first blog entry, or I’ve posted it below:)

Check out the book and the web site – and maybe try it yourself:)


29 Gifts – Day 1 – Dec 8, 2010

I’m thinking of selling most everything I own and traveling the world. So when a new consignment shop opened in town, I took a look through my belongings to find things I no longer use that perhaps someone else would want to buy. At my mother’s house for dinner the other night, I told her I had packed up a few things to bring to the shop. “But I can’t tell you what they are, otherwise you’ll try to talk me into keeping them,” I said. Mom is a saver. I am not. “You can’t say that and not tell me!” she said. “Okay…well, I have a couple fondue pots. I used to use one of them, but I haven’t used either in a few years.” “Your sister just said yesterday she wants to have a fondue party but doesn’t have any fondue pots.” “Okay, so I’ll give them to her,” I said. “I also have a mini crockpot. Which I’ve never used.” “I’ll take that,” said my mother.

So today I gave my first gift. My sister lives in the apartment over the garage at my parents house. I went to my parents house to do laundry and I left two fondue pots on my sister’s dining room table. My sister’s laundry was still in the washer, so I moved it over to the dryer to start mine. When hers was done I folded it. I didn’t have time to wait for mine to finish drying – I had a couple tutoring students to see.

One of my students canceled last minute. That meant that I was free after 7:30. I called my sister to see if she wanted to help me decorate my Christmas tree, and she quickly agreed she’d be at my house at 8. Guess what she brought with her? The laundry I had left in the dryer – all neatly folded. We spent a wonderful evening catching up and decorating. And guess what? She went home with some Christmas decorations I no longer wanted. What a joy it was to be able to give to her twice in one day! And to accept her help – both with laundry and with decorating.

The Map

So if you could write on your walls (and you know from my last post that this is entirely possible), what would you write?  Or draw?  Or brainstorm? Or create?

Well, I want a place to keep track of all the places I want to visit.  And the world is kind of big.  So a notebook just doesn’t cut it.

I took the first step the other night and bought some paint that turns your wall into a dry erase board (how cool is that?!).

As I was fretting over the next step –  moving a piece of furniture that’s currently blocking the wall on which I want to write – my sister Meg was already three steps ahead of me.

“Why not put a map of the world on your wall?” she asked.  Now that was interesting.   I was saying how I didn’t want just a plain white box in the middle of my beige wall.  We brainstormed different border ideas, then she came out with this one.  Hmm…this could work.

“But what if I go outside the white and mistakenly write on the actual wall?”  Meg had a perfectly good answer for this, but I can’t remember it.  She then offered another option: What if you do a white box, but then trace a map of the world in permanent marker on it?  Meg assures me permanent marker can get wiped from a dry erase board with enough elbow grease.  She also has a projector at work that could hook up to my computer to get the image on the wall for me to trace.  And did I mention her friend with an artistic hand?  She offered his services as well.  You want a job done?  You get Meg on it.

“Your assignment” she said to me “is to find an outline of the world that you want to project onto the wall.”  Yes ma’am.  I’m on it.  Turns out it takes all of two seconds to find such an image.  Just type “outline of world” into google images.  Plenty to choose from.  So I’ll e-mail my image off to Meg, my new life manager, and will keep you posted:)

The Writing on the Walls

I’ve had the urge for quite some time to write on my walls.  Literally.  This is a bit unconventional, I know.  And not usually recommended when renting an apartment.

Lucky for me, I’m not the only one who wants to be able to write on my walls and still get a security deposit back.  They make stuff for people like me.  You can literally turn your walls into chalkboards.  And not just black chalkboards – you can make them “garnet” or “periwinkle.”

So as my sister went to pay for her Christmas tree at Home Depot last night, I said, “I’m heading off to the paint section.”  She knew why I was going.  Meg is the sister that doesn’t judge.  Yes, she thinks I’m crazy.  But she gets a kick out of it, so I let her in on my ideas.

I’m not one to pretend I have any clue where to find anything in Home Depot.  I’m a woman.  I have no problem asking for directions.  So I found the guy in charge of the paint section.  “Can I help you find something?” he asked.  “Yeah – I want to be able to write on my walls.  Do you guys have the stuff that turns your walls into chalkboards?”  Guess what?  He knew exactly what I was talking about.  As he led me down the aisle I asked, “Or are there any other options for writing on my walls?”

“Actually,” he said, “there’s also this paint that makes your walls into a dry erase board.”  “No way!” I said.  Maybe he took cues from my sister – he didn’t register any surprise at my excitement.

Now the big question: did I want my wall to become a colored chalkboard or a plain white dry erase board?  Thankfully, Meg has no problem expressing her opinions.  And as I was trying to decide what to get, I overheard her telling the paint guy she was looking for her sister who wanted to write on her walls.  Meg voted for dry erase.  I was leaning that way too.  I teach a few days a week in an old fashioned school that still uses chalkboards and I can’t stand the chalk on my clothes and fingers.

So I am now the proud owner of a can of this stuff.  Meg wants to start painting this weekend.  But I have my final paper for my doctorate course due on Monday.  So yes, we very well might do it this weekend.  If I’m going to procrastinate, I might as well have fun doing it.