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 My blog was filled up. I'm too lazy to clean it out. So I started a new one. |
| Prompt: Who has changed your life, and how? This can be a tough question. Lots of people have influenced me: parents, grandparents, teachers, some older friends, etc. Who changed me? Besides me, that is. You might say my husband when he became a raging alcoholic and made my life a living hell. I changed it by walking out on him and giving up all my worldly possessions. No, overall, through all the ups and downs of my life, I have to give you what many would call the corny or sentimental answer: Jesus. No matter where I find myself or what the circumstances, it is Jesus who determines my actions and attitudes. I am continually changing as I attempt to study his word and to walk more closely with him. I have to delve into my deepest thoughts and feelings to clear out the old "clutter" while trying to be more in tune with his teachings. Without Jesus all these years, I know I would be a different person. I wouldn't be examining my values or trying to improve my being. I would have made more mistakes than I did. |
| Day 2857: September 12, 2022 Prompt: Spring, Summer, Autumn, or Winter. Pick your favorite and write a tribute to it. There is something special about each of the seasons, and i am grateful to be alive in any of them. Autumn does seem to be kind of special, however. I think it goes back to my childhood and the anticipation of school and its activities. We never outgrow the feelings it arouses. It gets dark sooner, so I can't work in the yard as late. There's something nostalgic and sad about seeing the days getting shorter. Summer vacation is over, the winter lies ahead. The summer harvest is done; no more tomatoes, no squash, no watermelon. Even the basil is looking withered, along with the sage. The petunias are looking scrawny, no matter how much I groom them. As for housekeeping, I'm already thinking holidays. Washing the special dishes I only get out in the fall, spiffing up the dining room, decorations. It's too early for Halloween or Thanksgiving, but certainly fall style knick- knacks and flowers. I'll miss all the crafts fairs and harvest festivals this year, thanks to the Pandemic. Even my dad is thinking about holiday gatherings and meals. and what needs to be different. Dining out is not a good option this year. Buying catered food and serving here is viable, but not appetizing. I don't think my crowd is that hungry for institutional broccoli casserole. Cooking as usual and serving here is probably the best option. The family has started taking liberties anyway. It depends on the news and the cautions issued by then. So the fall brings a certain anxiety and busyness even without a dreaded disease chasing us. We welcome the cooler air, the change in colors, decreased humidity, and more darkness for more rest. More than that, autumn reminds us of our mortality. Spring is a happy time of rebirth and childhood and growing. Summer represents the full green productivity and activity of adulthood. If winter is our old age and the wait for death, then autumn is that last great burst of beauty before the winter of our lives. We slow down and cherish each day. |
| I'm finally getting around to thinking about what I would pack if I had an emergency evacuation. Since it took me several weeks to gather my thoughts, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much good at getting out fast. The tropical storms that hit Florida brought this on. First, I'd pack all my meds, including over the counter drugs. Then I guess clean underwear, extra shoes, and toiletries would be next. A flashlight, my cell phone and charger, my Kindle, some snacks, and a change of clothes come next. My dad goes where I go, but he has to pack his own underwear and socks and medicine. I'd have to double check his wallet and masks. We'd need a full tank of gas, maybe a blanket or two in case we get stuck on the road. The shorter the notice the less I would take. It would be nice to have some tools and more clothes in case it took longer than expected. I would not take time to grab photos or antiques or collectibles. I have no children, so I wouldn't grab the toys at my house (for visitors). Our lives are more important than things, but we want to have what we need for days, possibly weeks. Whether it's an out of control forest fire, a tornado, or a violent mob, I don't have anything worth dying for. It is an interesting question. What would you take if you were given orders to evacuate within 12 hours? 4 hours? |
| I'm finally getting around to thinking about what I would pack if I had an emergency evacuation. Since it took me several weeks to gather my thoughts, I'm afraid I wouldn't be much good at getting out fast. The tropical storms that hit Florida brought this on. First, I'd pack all my meds, including over the counter drugs. Then I guess clean underwear, extra shoes, and toiletries. |
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I marvel at the things I'll be able to tell my grandkids about someday. Life is accelerating - or maybe it just feels that way!
I completely sympathize with your desire to declutter. I have more stuff than you can shake a stick at that didn't actually belong to just my wife or myself throughout the house.
