Kindle Fire tech-geek crack, and accepting where I am

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A Year of Mindfulness: 52 Weeks of Focus – Week 29

Acceptance. It’s a big one this week, ACCEPTANCE. I am hopeful I’m not the only one who has this issue come up often. … But acceptance sure is a hard pill to swallow when you want and expect things to be a certain way. … Acceptance. I practice it each time I go to my mat. I can do this pose. I cannot do that at all. I wish I could go further in this pose. I wish I could relax more. Breathe. Choose to accept, to BE exactly as I am. I am accepting this situation as well. Perhaps life is giving me exactly what I need. Perhaps. What about you? How has the lesson of ACCEPTANCE been presented to you lately, and how well are you dealing with it?

I have been sucked into the black hole of the Kindle Fire, which is like tech-geek crack. The thing has not left my side or my sight the entire day, as I keep exploring and tweaking, and occasionally actually consuming content. (The Netflix app is fantastic: I watched the documentary, Blood into Wine, and I love that I can now load library books in a few clicks, and that I was able to use Calibre to port over my existing non-Amazon collection, and I’ve even downloaded my free library book of the month from Amazon—Bonk by Mary Roach, a science writer who makes me laugh out loud, also author of Packing for Mars). The Fire is also ADD inducing: As soon as I explore one thing, I remember something else that I wanted to look up, install, or configure, and I’m off doing that. I’m sure I’ll have some pros and cons to list soon, because it’s certainly not perfect, especially in the web browsing / Android apps / Google apps area, but there’s plenty of time for that.

This work laptop seemed old before—and now it really seems dated—hot, clunky, and buggy. And yet, I’m returning to it to post my blog, because I can still type way faster this way. Maybe there’s a more qwerty type keyboard that I can install on the Fire that will allow me to come up to speed, so to speak. Or, a foldable external keyboard for long posts, much like I used to have eons ago for my Palm Pilot. I loved that little keyboard! If I can find a way to type at a reasonable pace on the Fire, I’ll be able to use it way more frequently than my laptop for non work, and even some for work.

As far as acceptance goes: I’ve had zero desire to blog about our Thanksgiving recipes and post the photos, for some reason. I think that’s OK. I’ve accepted that things often don’t go the way that I’ve planned or desired, but we are all here together for the holidays, unlike last year, so that is what is important. And I’ve also accepted that I’m not going to finish NaNoWriMo this year. I really haven’t felt motivated to do it since about day one, and I kept trying to guilt myself into it for the first couple of weeks, but eventually I stopped beating myself up. Because the whole reason for doing it is for fun, and for personal growth, and I chose to make many other things a priority this month. Plus, I did it last year, so I know it’s possible, and I know I’ll probably do it again, so it didn’t seem like quite as much of a challenge this year. It would have been good for personal reflection, but so would a regular writing habit. Daily blog posts are what I’ve been able to stick to in 2011, and I accept that.

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On a I love Sundays roll

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When I was a kid, Sundays weren’t relaxing. First, there was hurrying and scurrying to get to church, sitting through church {yawn}, and then often either eating out at some cheesy buffet and/or “going for a drive” out in the country somewhere. As I got older, I had a crap-load of homework hanging over my head, so I would spend half the drive worrying that I wouldn’t have time to finish it, often nagging my parents to take me home.

But now, most Sundays are pretty mellow affairs. No work, and I rarely schedule anything at the station—if I do, it’s usually something mellow I can do at my own pace. Sundays are for sleeping in, making a tofu scramble and/or french toast, catching up on podcasts, catching up on reading, doing a little housework or yard work.

Today I had the morning and most of the afternoon to myself (and the animals, of course) and I did many of those things—slept in, listened to podcasts, made a tofu scramble and french toast with a great raisin bread I made, did a little laundry and dishes, read Packing for Mars by Mary Roach, checked Facebook obsessively for Vida Vegan Con posts, confirmed some travel plans, edited part of an interview we did last week, and meticulously picked and vacuumed broken glass out of the garbage disposal (from the Pyrex loaf pan I smashed to smithereens in the sink last night). That last bit wasn’t terribly relaxing, but I was actually relieved I didn’t have to take all the pipes off under the sink, which we have to do often enough to clean out a temperamental disposal.

And this evening, quality time with family. Nice day.

My day

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My day:

  • Dropped the twins off at school at 8 a.m.
  • Went to thestation until 10:15 a.m.
  • Took a yoga class
  • Got a breakfast burrito
  • Went to the station a little before 12:30 p.m.
  • Worked furiously on the show with my co-host until 5 p.m., overcoming many stupid computer technical glitches
  • Got the show done and uploaded in the nick of time (we talked about “feral” cats and animal consciousness, among other things)
  • Drove to the twins’ school
  • Watched several volleyball games for 1.5 hours, for 95% of which my step-daughter was on the bench (but hey, I got to meet some moms)
  • Stopped at the store to grab some vegan items for my step-daughter’s school backpacking trip tomorrow (Dandies!)—she has to be there at 7 a.m., she informs me after volleyball
  • Came home, wolfed some food (thankfully my older step-daughter had made us dinner), supervised cleanup, packing, showers
  • Fed the animals
  • Checked my school discussion forums
  • Blogged: It’s already nearly time for bed