20190212 – Tuesday – 2nd day in Tassie, “Breaking the habit.”

20190212 – Tuesday – 2nd day in Tassie

Yesterday was my acclimatisation day.

It rained for quite a portion of the day and I didn’t go outside at all for the day.

I just enjoyed “being” here, and finding my way around.

I cooked my breakfast and lunch, using the beautiful organic vegetables the owner had provided for us.

And I ate the rest of the duck eggs.

When Selena came home, she just dropped her work things and then went grocery shopping.

I didn’t come because I was half way through watching a “Grand Designs” episode with Kevin McCloud, and he said it was the biggest grand design he had ever seen in the building.

It was a house built into a hillside with a central courtyard, and as it grew it was quite amazing.

Selena returned with a plethora of grocery bags, and she had purchased EVERYTHING, no carbs at all.

And the food was so beautiful, unless the shops here in Tasmania ONLY have fresh and beautiful produce, she had purchased the BEST of everything.

The protein part of our meal was a roast chicken because after a full day’s work, and her first day, she didn’t want or have time, to do anything else.

So, chicken and vegetables it was, and SUCH vegetables!

I haven’t watched TV for so long that it was quite a treat to watch the old programs I used to watch.

When we finally went to our bedrooms it was after 9 pm and Selena was pretty tired, so she went straight off to sleep.

I listened to and recorded study 29 of Jim Dillingham’s studies ready for transcription tomorrow.

I hope to get quite a bit of work done while I am here.

Once again, I slept like a baby, only getting up once during the night.

I woke at 8 am and Selena was up, but thankfully, she didn’t cook breakfast for me, which would condemn me to getting up at 8 am each morning.

So, I could cook my breakfast at my leisure.

After Selena left for work, I dressed and then went to the refrigerator to see all the “goodies” it contained.

Selena is so organised.

Everything was where it SHOULD be, and so I went to each drawer and shelf to see what was there, and extracted everything I would need for breakfast and lunch.

Then I cut up a pan full of vegetables, and drizzled Olive oil over all and began to fry all the vegetables.

The stove top consists of a large gas head and a small one, and being gas, the flames went up around the sides of the pan, which cooks things so much better than does a flat electric top.

When the vegetables were cooked, I fried two eggs and voila, my breakfast.

I had kept aside my vegetables ready for my lunch, so I won’t have to go to the fridge for the rest of the day.

Today, I plan to work away at the dining table and maybe after lunch I will venture out, if it is not raining, and go to the “Busy Bee” cafe, I think it is called and have my first view of “being” in Launceston.

Selena has told me that our little cottage is the only cottage in the middle of an industrial estate, and it is on the “other side of the river” from where “everything happens.”

Well, that suits me fine and accounts for why there is virtually no noise in the area.

Cars pull up and park first thing in the morning, but then there is no noise of cars right through until 5 pm at night.

I can certainly recommend this AirB&B.

It is a whole house to ourselves and everything has an “organic” feel, as well as the vegetables.

Selena has given me a book to read, which she has just finished reading.

It is called “Breaking the habit of Being yourself.

Well, I think it is a bit late for me, and besides, I LIKE being myself.

I have no secrets, much, that I can think of, and so I think I am very comfortable.”Being Me.”

But I remember the days when I was NOT so happy with “being me.” 

I think over my time I have read every “self-help” book in existence.

I recall one book that I loved.

“I could do anything, If I only knew what it was.

And then there was another “I Can.”

I don’t know when I actually stopped reading these sorts of books, but I know it was when I stopped needing them.

During my life-time which extends from 1939 to the the present time, well, my growing up days were in the times when we women were conditioned to be afraid of our husbands, as well as to love them.

We hid the “luxury” household bills from them.

”Luxury” meand anything that was personal, like clothing and such, or thing for the kids.

We/well I learned to deceive by claiming that “this item” only cost “that much,” and we/I bore the burden of “paying off the debt” by use of a John Martin’s or Myers card.

So we needed books to tell us that “we can”, or “I can do anything.”

I guess I don’t have the need for such books now.

I do pretty much what I please, and would never put myself in the position to be “accountable” to a man again.

It is hard enough being accountable to God, but much harder to be accountable to a man.

It’s not that I don’t WANT to be accountable to someone, but it is just that I can’t “handle” being accountable, because often that accountability is “unfair” or “unworkable,” or just plain STUPID.

There are so few men that are wise masters or leaders or husbands.

And so, now that I don’t HAVE to fight those daily battles it is almost like they never existed, and I am free to BE MYSELF, so I don’t have any pressing need to read “self-help” books.

I would read them, if I did read them, just for the skills that they taught.