I am a retired 44-year veteran of the Real Estate Assessment field. As with real estate assessing and how it applies to real estate taxes, one can make many acquaintances, but not many real friends. It was a great career choice.
It has been nearly 10 years since I reclaimed my home and my real passions within my home. I enjoy it more each day and tip my hat to those who I left behind.
Each day I try to stretch myself with the use of my computer as it relates to this site and using it to print out labels for quilts for trying to incorporate photos into my sewing. Life is so full and I know that I have room for more.
If one is watching a documentary and someone wants to strike up an idle conversation . . . details within the content of the documentary could be missed.
If one is watching the Indy 500 and someone wants to strike up an idle conversation . . . all that is missed is another left hand turn.
Just what kind of world would be it without butter?
My memory needs a jar every once in awhile.
Last night Dennis and I were in the porch, rocking away taking in the news on the television. In between time during the chit chat, Dennis made a comment in passing that jarred my memory with a fleeting thought. The thought was about taking a hat to the local dry cleaners and they, in turn, needed to send it out of town to have it cleaned. Ah yes . . . and I had not gone back to the cleaners to check on it.
This morning before we left town for errands, we made a stop, and sure enough, the beaver felt hat was there waiting. The gal behind the counter had put the telephone number down incorrectly and she was hoping that it would be picked up . . . sometime. I checked it over and even the small black grease spot was gone.
While we were in Mankato, I stopped and picked up a cardboard hat box at Hobby Lobby for the perfect fit. Check that off the list of errands that the dusty memory of mine can put to rest.
Early Childhood’s fundraiser had lines of waiting people to enjoy a fish supper. I am sure that a huge amount of fish were served, and I can tell you, it was a great meal. The topper was the little gals that came around with dessert trays. How can anyone say “no” to wee ones with cute smiles.
With a sunny 36 degrees and wind speeds matching that, the remaining snow is diminished and anything lying loose in the yards, is no more.
Decades ago, telephones were used only for important messages. Long distance phone numbers that were called were especially placed sparingly as each call was evident on the phone bill that came in the mail and how much it had cost per the minutes used. Does anyone trust happenstance on being in the right place at the right time to receive a message?
This is a great summary of how I have always felt about my life and how I have lived it and will continue to live it.
“Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is life, fight for it.”
author: Mother Teresa
I believe that I am right where my Lord needs me to be at this time in my life.
I did see this quote during the last week and I believe it warrants to be used as one of my fleeting thoughts.
“If you don’t design your own life plan, chances are you’ll fall into someone else’s plan. And guess what they may have planned for you? Not much.” — Jim Rohn
Yes, there is quite a bit of me that keeps memories close. My current realization is that “In the old days” times were tight with money, times were physically harder and people leaned on each other to make it. No one had their own full set of tools or equipment from A to Z. Hiring outside services to keep the farms and homes going was not thought of. People came together and pooled their talents, equipment and tools. Of course, I am remembering my Dad and his five brothers. No building too large, no amount of concrete to be mixed and poured too much, no amount of harvest to be finished before winter hit was considered . . . it was tackled and completed. Today, the fierce independence takes away any chance or possibility of needing someone else coming into the mix. Independence is great, but much is lost. I think the “Good old days” had a lot to offer mankind.