Liankacreations

  Yesterday was Friday the 13th. I don’t really believe in the superstition that it’s a bad day. And honestly, it wasn’t. I took two quizzes (one of them twice), submitted an assignment, finished a bookkeeping practical and turned it in, and replied to a schoolmate on the discussion board. In between, I made shchi soup, vacuumed, changed the bed linens and did the laundry, walked around the block, baked bread in the bread maker, made this snack bread for dinner (see the photo below), and opened the door for the dog about 150 times, back and forth. Lately, I’ve been watching a lot of YouTubers talking about “don’t underestimate yourself.” a lot because, once you click on one, YouTube decides you need all of them. Some are helpful. Some are not. Most of it I already know—but knowing and remembering are not the same thing. They often suggest writing down what you’ve done in a day. Just listing it. Seeing it. So I did. Writing it all down didn’t make me feel extraordinary—it just remi...

  It finally happened - a trail walk with a dog, all together, like a family.  If you know me, you know that I own a barking dog. Moreover, he uses his barking talent mainly in the car. Therefore, we, or rather I, take him in the car only if absolutely necessary - to the vet or to a shelter. And yes, sometimes I take him for a ride with me. We planned a family walk to the forest on January 1st. The trip did not happen. Daniel couldn't stand Crackle's barking, especially in the enclosed space of the car. It's really loud. What happened on Sunday? Or rather, how did it happen? Two calm down dog treat-pills, my patience of a saint  and two different cars. And voila! The three of us are in the forest, well, not counting the rest of the walkers. The pills didn't help. Maybe they should have been fed to the dog earlier, maybe more of them... even making a stop in the park and a short walk didn't help. It took us a while to find the right place where we wanted to walk.  Th...

  I already thought that winter was over. But no, Tuesday's snowstorm is a great example of New England's tricky winter. The employer announced a “snow day".  A day at home in bad weather is the best time to write a post. But apparently not for me… I have a friend who is constantly worried about something. According to her husband, “worry” is her second name. I think I have something similar. At first, I was worried whether they would declare a “snow day” or not*. Then I was worried about how I would get to the hospital (it was my annual)....in the snow. When I returned home, I was worried if we would have time to clear the sidewalk  of snow before it starts to freeze onto the asphalt. I could continue this list, but I won't. All these worries greatly affect my mood and motivation. I'm even afraid to think about how many things I haven't done. I don't know how to deal with worrying, I'm not a psychologist. The plans are to continue reading the book “How...