Today I devote this space to odds and ends, including two sayings I came across last week.
One was on a calendar at home that I happened to spot on a morning when I was hyperventilating about everything I had to do - this, that and some more of everything.
I was convinced that I had way too much to do and far too little time to do it.
And what time I had seemed to be devoted exclusively to putting out fires, so the expression goes, that I hadn't even started. Yikes.
Then I saw the calendar saying: "It's not the load - it's how you carry it."
I stopped long enough to smile and consider anew that there really aren't any coincidences in life.
I figured I was meant to see that and meant to realize that everything that needs to get done, gets done, all in good time, hyperventilating or no hyperventilating.
I took that attitude to the newspaper and gave my poinsettia a pep talk.
"Hang in there, honey," I told her. "Christmas is coming, and you're about to have your first birthday."
Visitors to the office are amazed my poinsettia plant is still amongst the living, still thriving on my desk from Christmas 2011.
And now it's getting ready for Christmas 2012.
I'm surprised, too, but I'd never tell her that.
Even though I'm writing this before we've had Thanksgiving dinner, my hat is off to Aunt Betty for the holiday dinner invite this year.
That means I didn't cook Thanksgiving dinner.
Now that's something to be thankful for.
And everyone else in my household shares in that digestive turn of good fortune.
Speaking of feeling thankful, Better Half and I had some great barn therapy time last week, savoring a few stolen hours of communing with the horses, aka Tucker and Coffee.
How nice to saddle up two horses and mosey around a field or two on a November day that hinted more of spring in the air than the approach of Old Man Winter.
We were as happy as could be, like Dale Evans and Roy Rogers off on Butter Cup and Trigger.
And that brings me to the other saying I heard this past week, courtesy of a regular visitor to the newsroom who noticed the horse pictures on my desk and commented accordingly.
I assured him I enjoyed having horses, and that didn't seem to surprise him at all.
He said he had a relative who had had horses and always was known to say "The outside of a horse is good for the inside of a man."
I like that. I reckon that goes for gals, too.
Happy trails to you all and may you carry the load lightly.
(Kiaski, a resident of Steubenville, is a staff columnist and features writer for the Herald-Star and The Weirton Daily Times and community editor for the Herald-Star. She can be contacted at firstname.lastname@example.org.)