Communication Malfunction
Somehow the patio porch occupants missed all of the communications of this last week that it was time to move the clocks ahead one hour. This allows for the knowledge that the Stauffer Avenue folks are not on a stressful schedule. Too funny. The time changes have never been an issue for me. It is what it is.
Taking my walks these last several days have been just as if I was getting an injection of B12. I enjoy walking, and believe me, it is walking. No fast trots . . . just a gentle consistent stroll. What is interesting is to stop and just look at what there is around me. Winter always has so much tell-tale debris. Amazingly our yard has very few branches down. I knew eventually all that was loose was bound to come down when we had such a windy fall. Nonetheless, Dennis has a burning ring that he procured last fall, aka: a truck tire rim. It’s not huge, but it is his. It’s a status thing in our neighborhood.
My days in the last months have been consistent. I have a routine in the mornings that I keep seven days a week. I never feel that our home is in needs of a huge tidy job. A little bit every day. I learned a long time ago that lack of organization is a path to a crisis.
I remember crisis days. Oh my gosh. With Carrie and Kevin being little farm kids, the house routine was the last thing on my mind. I was more interested in getting them suited up to be out with me for chores. Our wheelbarrow was the perfect place for a bundled up Kevin as we went from one barn building to another. He didn’t get into the barns, but then he was too bundled to get out or fall out. Carrie . . . you couldn’t keep up with her. The chores always got done. The housework was second fiddle. When I knew that there would be company coming over . . . it was crisis time. It was such a Godsend to have a panic closet. Open the door and pitch. Oh yes, there would be a time when we needed to find a pacifier for a nap that may have been in one of the blankets in the panic closet. It’s amazing how fast the closet got sorted. Oh such wonderful memories that have kept me warm all winter. Not to worry. Getting outside and doing some yard work is a way for the memory lane events to be enjoyed while doing the no-mind raking.
Tonight we did try the Hormel Pork Roast tray. In times past we have had the beef tips selection, giving them a good review. For a quick meal it was okay. Dennis gave it a thumbs up. As we get on, meals have less appeal, especially when we haven’t been very active. Hello!! That’s most of the time.
May the week treat you kindly. May the week bring you enthusiasm. May the week bring you to a place that feels right. And . . . know that I am already there.