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I do not know where to begin with this description. The time period is from 0 to now. Please don't ask how long that is. I am sure with certain clues, you will be able to figure that out. I am writing this on my favorite old computer at home. I have a computer room that doubles as a retreat for a few of my pets when they want to be alone. I will cover mostly current thoughts. I hope to add some pictures as I have seen in a blog. I think that to do this sharing will take a lot of work, but the pictures I have seen are well worth it. Occasionally, I might review a flashback in mylife. I have times when I just roll that special even around in my mind until it has every possible facet examined. Usually this time is to try to figure out a "what if" scenario. If some of my items have no zest to it feel free to say so. I think that after I have some a few trial runs, then the real me will be out for all of the world to see. Luck you! As the saying goes, "Come with me and the best is yet to be." |
 Day 4038 OOPS! Are you looking for a confession? Do you really think that time is the culprit? Or yes,.....What is really going on? Now that we have got the guilt trip added into the record. Time is the same for everyone. Agreed and acknowledged. What went wrong is that the person did not think through the matter and prepare a plan. Some "You want to be a writer?" book says that one must write at a specific time every day. Now if someone has a job or a relative that he/she must give care to, then that removes a few hours from time available to use. Taking and picking up children from school? Cut out maybe one more hour. Got a meeting with the boss? Time to attend church? Cleaning house? Well there you go. More time has been eliminated. And maybe the list goes on and on. But wait!!!! Are you alone or is there a spouse or partner who lives in the same house? Is the work equally divided? Do you sit down every now and then to discuss the projects and who does what? Maybe you should. Please don't give me "That's a man's job. Or "Women are supposed to do that!" Pish posh! Making a list of all the things to do for a week, may show that person/s what they do and must prioritize. Kids and caregiving is important. Playing tennis or golf is not a life's must. Good work is team work. And any gender should know how to wash clothes, shop for food or get gas for the car. And yes there may be days in which the schedule or daily calendar gets filled. An emergency, that requires a doctor or hospital visit is not a time stealer but a time user. And well spent too if it saves a life or limb. I have run out of time myself. "Where did the time go?" "Did I for see this interruption?" "Did my co-worker run out because of stress or just laziness?" Now lazy people are another story or prompt. Especially when the boss walks in and says "This is due tomorrow morning." and the time clock says 5:00 PM to you. And you will never get your lost time back while the lazy person is at home playing with kids or taking a nap. I believe that check lists help, especially when a person does check off things done. Looking at those little check marks show accountability, and work. Maybe at the end of a week or month, you can give yourself a treat. Why not! You have earned it. And if that treat is extra time to do something that will put a smile on your face, then Wooo-whoooo! Welcome to the 'most productive person club.' But, "shhhhh! Don't tell anyone because some winey person might beg you to do some of his or her work which is their responsibility. Time to relax or finish writing your story was earned legitimately. By planning and sticking to that plan is a golden plan. Are you ready for more time? Then: ONE! TWO! THREE! Go for it. Plan and then enjoy! |
A Sweet Ending My partner, Sargent William Wildoats and I Jerry Justin Sones or 'JJ' were coming home from a workshop on clue detection in a forest. Will, as I finally decided to call him, used to live in a country side near the US-Canadian border. He would tell stories of his family trapping animals for fur, fishing, and making maple syrup. His mother always started to prepare early in the season by buying special jars to put her well known syrup. The orders had already been received for the finished product. His sisters, all 6 of them, were learning to help and follow the recipe to the letter. If it was not done right, then don't work or bother the others at all. We had been out of town for one week since we had put a few days of R and R vacation to be included in out absence from work. I enjoyed the old take a picture and send it to my relatives to prove that I had not been goofing off as they assumed and teased me about.' As we were driving south, we saw a few unmarked trucks in a 3 vehicle caravan going north. They turned off the highway onto a dirt road. Some of the regular trees were laying on that road but looked as is they had been moved. "Hm I wonder where they are going?"mumbled Will. "Don't know," as we kept on driving until we saw a truck pulled over to the side of he road. "Let's see if there is a problem." whispered Will. "Yes. I don't think this one truck would have been left by itself. " I said as I nodded. "It feels odd to me." We pulled over. "Truck problem?" I asked the man at the back of the truck, who seemed to be fixing a hose. "Just a small.....oh no not really officer." "Well my grandpa used to drive a truck. "said Will. "I'll take a look and ...oh this smells like..." The driver started to walk backwards, turned around and started running. "Hey JJ. We have a syrup thief!" He started to run after that man. "Call HQ with location and this license plate number. " Will ran a few more steps and then said, "Tell them that we have one truck broken down and three headed to Muskrat Forest. They are probably those robbers we were warned about." The highway patrol sent a few cars and two helicopters to the location and found the whole operation beginning to take out raw maple syrup and equipment from the site indicated. The family who owned the property and trees were tied up in a shed and were dehydrated and sick from no food and the cold. They were very thankful to the two officers who followed their instincts. Then also promised to send a big jar of refined maple syrup for the next 25 years. They included maple candy and other items that would make a nice breakfast treat. |
DAY 4034 What am I reading? I am reading mostly mail and that the items are catalogs and the proverbial JUNK Mail that the poor mail person is carrying to our subdivision to be delivered. Those companies are paying for service and they get it. Thank heavens the mail person(lady) is driving a small jeep that has boxes inside her vehicle. But one or two catalogs do spark an idea of gifts to buy. I am not a fan of phoning for some things but that's the way it is. Recreationally I am trying to organize my papers for work that I am doing. Yes there has been a lengthy pause in my work, writing, editing and others odds and ends.. Have I learned the lessons of pre-end year past. NO But since today is the 17th, really the 16th at 11:02 pm, I have a few days before the celebrations and others events arrive. Now for pleasure I am reading books ordered on Facebook. Sometimes I have to download stuff, but then I should read the way to order before I click on things. I also read my husband's Mensa Bulletin. I guess he won't mind my raising my IQ a few points. Finally I am reading the Wall Street Journal. There is much to say about politics, current events and financial advice. I figure that current events are not going to get better for a while. That might be the gist of it all. I have work to do and since we might have visitors coming soon, I had better make the house look nicer. That's it. If anyone likes this post then you didn't have much to do. I suggest that you get a good book and coffee, or watch the sports channel to relax. It will be a good time to relax. Tah-tah! |
Day 4021 There are sounds that one might call a 'noise'. As a sign language interpreter for hearing impaired or deaf, I have heard the sound of a newborn baby that the mother could not. But the cry of the newborn was music to me and relief to the mother, who only wanted to know if the baby was alive, okay and living. I had the pleasure to let all of them know the good news. The cry was so important. And even hearing mothers want that first sound to be the announcement from their baby, "I am here!" You parents can understand that. Congratulations for the birth and joy of your new family member. |
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