"It was too hard for me, until I went into the sanctuary of God." Psalm 73:16,17
Although this passage is referring to something totally different than what we may be going through specifically, it still makes sense that no matter what is happening in our lives, our understanding of it is never totally clear, but talking with God gives us the strength to go through it until we have the opportunity (one day) to get answers from Him.
I wrote the above response to a friend who was struggling with some family issues. She had told me she missed church - I think she was feeling guilty - so she had to qualify her absence. I encouraged her to try it out again as I really do feel that she would feel better and may even have some answers to her questions (supernaturally) if she did.
Immediately after emailing her this comment I received a note from another good friend who was experiencing pain in her family as well. The loss of a brother - not hers - but someone in her extended family. We both wondered how a mother deals with the loss of a child. Almost unbearable. Yet, somehow, one step at a time, people move through the fog into the daylight and sunshine once more. It is not easy but Time keeps marching on to its own beat.
Is it easier or harder to sit on the sidelines and watch the pain? Often when I am listening to the hurts of others, I feel like I am being weighed down one by one with their concerns too. Yet, whether knowingly or not, I feel the 'transfer of weight' from my shoulders to His when I pray. That may not feel like much to the sufferer when I share I am praying but somehow I think they feel better too - knowing someone else is sharing their concerns.
Anyway, just wanted to share with a few more people that we are never alone. We just need to look up!
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Just a thought ...
Here's a quick thought on a Sunday morning before church. This week has been quite busy with visiting people. Each person had a personal problem or a need within the family. Each person I now pray for when they come to mind. I try to have regular prayer but... you know how that goes?!
Anyway, the other day I saw this poster sign - in front of a church no less...
Seven days without prayer makes one weak.
Kind of thought provoking. I have definitely seen a difference in my life and those I am praying for when I pray regularly and consistently and perhaps even fervently. Guess I should be praying more.
Just a thought.
Anyway, the other day I saw this poster sign - in front of a church no less...
Seven days without prayer makes one weak.
Kind of thought provoking. I have definitely seen a difference in my life and those I am praying for when I pray regularly and consistently and perhaps even fervently. Guess I should be praying more.
Just a thought.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Interesting Approach
Here's an interesting approach to socializing. Friends of ours were interested in meeting some new people so offered up this suggestion. They would invite us and another couple whom they now feel comfortable with and 'as a twist' ask each of us to invite another couple who we think would be a good mix to possibly develop friendships with the hosts. That would give a nice sized group of 10 people to entertain.
A great idea in itself and certainly easy for the host. She simply plans a casual outside buffet meal for 10 people. Not that that is easy but all the other details are left to us. As I have now been making the calls to invite people to join us on this adventure, I have left messages, returned calls, had to invite different folks and have been in long conversations with the other couple who like ourselves were initially invited. We have been trying to 'develop a shortlist' so that we don't overlap and that we get the right mix of people for this evening. That is quite an accomplishment - sort of acting like a party planner but not actually throwing the party!
Anyway, we now have success as we both have invited and confirmed with our couples to attend. We are quite happy with ourselves and our efforts. Now, the only thing remaining is to have good food and good weather as the 'hard work' has already been done (by us) the guests!
A great idea in itself and certainly easy for the host. She simply plans a casual outside buffet meal for 10 people. Not that that is easy but all the other details are left to us. As I have now been making the calls to invite people to join us on this adventure, I have left messages, returned calls, had to invite different folks and have been in long conversations with the other couple who like ourselves were initially invited. We have been trying to 'develop a shortlist' so that we don't overlap and that we get the right mix of people for this evening. That is quite an accomplishment - sort of acting like a party planner but not actually throwing the party!
Anyway, we now have success as we both have invited and confirmed with our couples to attend. We are quite happy with ourselves and our efforts. Now, the only thing remaining is to have good food and good weather as the 'hard work' has already been done (by us) the guests!
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Going Backwards
I went to Sears yesterday. I had my measurements down for a roller blind for our bedroom. Two windows in there and two different blinds right now. They both used to be the 'no see thru' type but one ripped so I bought a new one but didn't realize it was not as dark. It has worked out ok in some ways as in the morning (especially winter) there is light coming through and it is kind of nice to wake up and look around and see something. On the other hand, in spring and summer, it is bright in the room. One side is darker in the corner and the other side is .... yes ..... BRIGHT! We face east - the morning sun - bright and orange and hot!
I didn't realize it was a big sale weekend when I went on Sat afternoon. I treked through the store crowds and made my way to the bedroom linens etc only to be told that they don't sell them in the stores, you have to order them from the catalogue. Is that not going backwards in the process of things? However, I guess it simply means that they can't sell everything in the dept stores these days or at least there is now SO MUCH diversity that they can't sell everything!
I was definitely disappointed but oh, what the heck, why not see what's on sale. After an hour of trying on stuff, I finallly stood in line with my two purchases and waited. Why is it the people in front of you in the lineup always have a problem with their bill or a return item? At least that is the way it is for me. After what seemed like another hour, I finally got to the cashier. She rang in my items and the total did not sound right. I asked if about it and she told me the pants I wanted were NOT on sale. Can you believe it? Everything in the store is on sale they say at up to 70% off - warehouse sale - EXCEPT the pair of pants I want which is regular priced. "Oh, if I had been here before 11 a.m. this morning" she said, "you could have got these for 40% off the regular price". What a welcoming thought! Did I take the pants? NO. I now regret it after thinking it over at home as I really need a different pair of capris and I will likely go back there this afternoon to get them and likely they will be gone.
Who needs shopping anyway? Maybe it is better to order on line. That way you don't get sidetracked!
I didn't realize it was a big sale weekend when I went on Sat afternoon. I treked through the store crowds and made my way to the bedroom linens etc only to be told that they don't sell them in the stores, you have to order them from the catalogue. Is that not going backwards in the process of things? However, I guess it simply means that they can't sell everything in the dept stores these days or at least there is now SO MUCH diversity that they can't sell everything!
I was definitely disappointed but oh, what the heck, why not see what's on sale. After an hour of trying on stuff, I finallly stood in line with my two purchases and waited. Why is it the people in front of you in the lineup always have a problem with their bill or a return item? At least that is the way it is for me. After what seemed like another hour, I finally got to the cashier. She rang in my items and the total did not sound right. I asked if about it and she told me the pants I wanted were NOT on sale. Can you believe it? Everything in the store is on sale they say at up to 70% off - warehouse sale - EXCEPT the pair of pants I want which is regular priced. "Oh, if I had been here before 11 a.m. this morning" she said, "you could have got these for 40% off the regular price". What a welcoming thought! Did I take the pants? NO. I now regret it after thinking it over at home as I really need a different pair of capris and I will likely go back there this afternoon to get them and likely they will be gone.
Who needs shopping anyway? Maybe it is better to order on line. That way you don't get sidetracked!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Late Start
I just got started on my blog when I was interrupted with a visit from John's nephew and wife with their son, Jackson and their neice, Brook. Since John was out for a hair cut, I entertained over a cup of coffee and some rhurbarb cake (so glad to finally get rid of it)! I had gotten up late due to a very hot and muggy room last night and too much caffine in my system (I guess) so did not get very much sleep. Round about 6:30 I fell back to sleep (surprisingly, but oh, so nice) and woke up at 8:30. I had just had my morning coffee (thankfully I put clothes on instead of my housecoat) and was just settling into a quick blog when the doorbell rang. It always begs the question "Should I ignore it or answer it?" Since I had not seen Jason for quite awhile and knew he wouldn't care how I looked, I invited them all in for another cup of coffee. Jackson, their son, headed straight to the bedroom where he knew all the cars were and didn't waste anytime with "hello" or "may I? I found a little doll and some 'girlie' toys for Brook and everyone was happy for awhile.
John phoned (he had gone out for coffee) and hearing there was company, he came home right away and we continued on with our visit (they were suggesting it was time to go) but we talked them into staying and having a bratwurst and some salad and so I quickly made some macaroni & cheese for the kids and a Caeser salad for us and we were set for another 'sit me down' and visit. After a visit and playing with our grandson's "spiderman' ball in a quick soccer game, they were off and I was off to do all the dishes.
Of course, you always say 'don't worry about the dishes' but then again, someone has to, right? Well, that someone was me. Not that John wouldn't help me but you know what it's like? I want to do it myself .. my way.
Anyway, back to my blog. I am reading this book called "Good to a Fault" and I'm half way through it. I won't go into what it is all about but the girl in the story is recounting about her father's and mother's death. How much they each went through in their suffering and how 'well' they dealt with it in their own way. It got me to thinking about my own mom and dad, and their parents and other people in our lives. It is a personal (and permanent) thing ... death ...even the word sounds 'final'.
"Her mother's had been an awful, staggering death, everything about her ravaged and ruined, all her beauty gone. Her father, eighteen years earlier, had died more beautiful than before, pared to bone and sinew, made clearer, his soul visible. Her mother had drained away in despair until only the husk was left and the poor husk suffered no longer. Which would Lorraine be?
Not sure why but it struck a note in me. It makes you wonder what you yourself will be like if you were deathly sick, or ill or laid up due to accident or illness. If death is at your door, will you be ready? Will you make light of it all, or try comforting those who are comforting you? Will you be a 'good' patient or 'demanding and obnoxious' because of what you are going through? I am hoping I will be the ideal patient because it is IN me to do so not because I have to, want to or should. I feel I have a long way to go though, so hope my health holds out for me! I'm still in the 'learning curve'!
Anyway, it was just a flash thought and now I am on to other things. Just got a call from a friend who wants to set up coffee for us for next week. Goes to show how busy we all are in that we need to plan a week in advance or else something else will ALWAYS fill in the gap! Now, I just need to pencil in somewhere that I need to remember to check my daily calendar!
John phoned (he had gone out for coffee) and hearing there was company, he came home right away and we continued on with our visit (they were suggesting it was time to go) but we talked them into staying and having a bratwurst and some salad and so I quickly made some macaroni & cheese for the kids and a Caeser salad for us and we were set for another 'sit me down' and visit. After a visit and playing with our grandson's "spiderman' ball in a quick soccer game, they were off and I was off to do all the dishes.
Of course, you always say 'don't worry about the dishes' but then again, someone has to, right? Well, that someone was me. Not that John wouldn't help me but you know what it's like? I want to do it myself .. my way.
Anyway, back to my blog. I am reading this book called "Good to a Fault" and I'm half way through it. I won't go into what it is all about but the girl in the story is recounting about her father's and mother's death. How much they each went through in their suffering and how 'well' they dealt with it in their own way. It got me to thinking about my own mom and dad, and their parents and other people in our lives. It is a personal (and permanent) thing ... death ...even the word sounds 'final'.
"Her mother's had been an awful, staggering death, everything about her ravaged and ruined, all her beauty gone. Her father, eighteen years earlier, had died more beautiful than before, pared to bone and sinew, made clearer, his soul visible. Her mother had drained away in despair until only the husk was left and the poor husk suffered no longer. Which would Lorraine be?
Not sure why but it struck a note in me. It makes you wonder what you yourself will be like if you were deathly sick, or ill or laid up due to accident or illness. If death is at your door, will you be ready? Will you make light of it all, or try comforting those who are comforting you? Will you be a 'good' patient or 'demanding and obnoxious' because of what you are going through? I am hoping I will be the ideal patient because it is IN me to do so not because I have to, want to or should. I feel I have a long way to go though, so hope my health holds out for me! I'm still in the 'learning curve'!
Anyway, it was just a flash thought and now I am on to other things. Just got a call from a friend who wants to set up coffee for us for next week. Goes to show how busy we all are in that we need to plan a week in advance or else something else will ALWAYS fill in the gap! Now, I just need to pencil in somewhere that I need to remember to check my daily calendar!
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Cloud Burst
So I was getting ready finally to go outside and water my plants as well as the neighbors who will be coming home this weekend. John was quick enough to cut the grass right after lunch and it seemed like it was going to be the beginning of the hot weather they were saying is coming our way for the next six days! ha! I went into the house to change my top into a sleeveless as it was just too hot. Of course, then I decided it was time to have a little coffee break as I had not had one since 7:30 a.m. Yes, I enjoyed the sun for a few moments on the deck and popped inside to quickly write up a birthday card for a friend and was all set to go out and do some yard work when "what to my wondering eyes should appear but a (ooops, wrong season!) a downpour of rain to alleviate my fears (of the flowers drying out). No poety here!
Guess I will start supper instead. Never any rest. Just kidding. I never did get to all the clothes I had sorted out to send to Goodwill. They are still lying on the floor in the basement. Better than hanging up in the closet or stuffed in the drawers but still needing a little push to 'get them out the door'!! Maybe after supper I will feel like working (not likely)! Actually, if the sun comes out I know I will have lots to do. Then again, maybe a little rain shower isn't all that bad!!!!
Guess I will start supper instead. Never any rest. Just kidding. I never did get to all the clothes I had sorted out to send to Goodwill. They are still lying on the floor in the basement. Better than hanging up in the closet or stuffed in the drawers but still needing a little push to 'get them out the door'!! Maybe after supper I will feel like working (not likely)! Actually, if the sun comes out I know I will have lots to do. Then again, maybe a little rain shower isn't all that bad!!!!
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Sweet Tooth
So my boss brought in a bunch of cut up rhurbarb from his garden and left it on the counter in the staff lunchroom. Said it was for anyone who wanted it. I have a patch of rhurbarb myself so I really had no business taking more from someone else but my rhurbarb was cut and FROZEN. I am keeping it for a time when mine is no more! There's nothing like a rhubarb pie or loaf when it is cold or snowy outside!!
Anyway I took the bundle home with me and since my husband was working I thought I would be domestic and do some baking. Turns out I vegged in front of the t.v. instead until about 9 pm and then noticed my pile of 'work' sitting on the table. Who would know if I did nothing, or even threw it out? You guessed it, I would and I cannot tell a lie if they asked me what I did with the rhurbarb in casual conversation the next day. So, I began the chopping, dicing and mixing and by 10:15 all was done. It smelled wonderful. Mmmmmmmmm
I brought back the empty container to work along with my 9x13 cake for the five of us to share. I had intended on cutting it up into pieces and placing it nicely on a plate but ran out of time in the morning so the whole container came (and went) I might add. It appears that we all have a bit of a sweet tooth here. Or is it that every time you go to the coffee pot or water cooler the cake beckons you? Apparently, it was good.
There is no morale to this story...just calories. I have been good and only had two pieces but apparently there are others who are not 'counting'. Bless them. I feel good at doing what I did. The night was busy and I ended up blessing others in the mix of it all. Tonight I am out for supper and will enjoy someone else's endeavors! However, sometime tonight I will also have to do my magic to my Amish Friendship Loaf which requires me to 'mush the bag' one more time and then add my mixings and divide into 4 for others. It just might have to wait until tomorrow morning for that one. Surely one more evening of 'rising' should not be a problem for the loaf. We'll see. It could turn into another story!
Anyway I took the bundle home with me and since my husband was working I thought I would be domestic and do some baking. Turns out I vegged in front of the t.v. instead until about 9 pm and then noticed my pile of 'work' sitting on the table. Who would know if I did nothing, or even threw it out? You guessed it, I would and I cannot tell a lie if they asked me what I did with the rhurbarb in casual conversation the next day. So, I began the chopping, dicing and mixing and by 10:15 all was done. It smelled wonderful. Mmmmmmmmm
I brought back the empty container to work along with my 9x13 cake for the five of us to share. I had intended on cutting it up into pieces and placing it nicely on a plate but ran out of time in the morning so the whole container came (and went) I might add. It appears that we all have a bit of a sweet tooth here. Or is it that every time you go to the coffee pot or water cooler the cake beckons you? Apparently, it was good.
There is no morale to this story...just calories. I have been good and only had two pieces but apparently there are others who are not 'counting'. Bless them. I feel good at doing what I did. The night was busy and I ended up blessing others in the mix of it all. Tonight I am out for supper and will enjoy someone else's endeavors! However, sometime tonight I will also have to do my magic to my Amish Friendship Loaf which requires me to 'mush the bag' one more time and then add my mixings and divide into 4 for others. It just might have to wait until tomorrow morning for that one. Surely one more evening of 'rising' should not be a problem for the loaf. We'll see. It could turn into another story!
Saturday, July 3, 2010
So, it's Saturday and that's a day of rest if you work all week and if you don't, well, then I guess you should try to do a few things around the house. (My internal thinking only.)
I started with the laundry which can be done any day of the week it seems. I carried over into the cedar closet thinking 'just what IS in there?' And so it began. I decided that it was time to 'part' with some of those clothes but found out it was more HIS than HERS. Oh, well, that's easy to decide on for me! Just as I was thinking this was going to be easier than I thought, I heard footsteps upstairs and wouldn't you know it, he was home. "What's happening, Bushkey?"(his pet name for me). Well, I thought at first I might just say "Oh, I'm cleaning out a few things of mine" which would have generated lots of excitment on his part. But instead, I went with "You have so many clothes!" (wrong thing to say). And so it began...
I can't believe how much stuff was in that cedar closet. Things I didn't even remember putting in there. It is possible that I didn't put it all in there myself but the majority of things I knew about. Next question, what do I do with it all? To start with, I took everything out (big mistake)! Then I vacuumed it all out and started 'the sort'. Well, I do have big piles now of 'throw out', 'give away', 'wash for myself' and "discuss with the big guy". Many things I just couldn't give away without washing them again one more time. The cedar smell was too strong (or whatever smell that is). Actually, they weren't that bad but one more quick wash won't hurt them either. Of course, that did extend the time I spent downstairs going through stuff.
Finally, I put things back that I was not sure of and the closet is still full. I had taken out so much to give away or garbage that it didn't make sense to me that it could still be so full. Kind of like those sweater bags you see on t.v. where you remove the air and you have more room to pack more sweaters? Same kind of idea but without the bag! Anyway, it was not a total loss as I was able to kill one more spider which had secured itself a home in the back corner of the cedar closet. Ughhhhhhhh I hate spiders!
So, I am back upstairs thinking now about all the ironing I have to do. Did I make more work for myself? Yes, but at least I feel like I tried (one more time) to clean up and clear out the basement. On a cursory look, nothing has changed. However, I know I spent 4-1/2 hours down there going through stuff so that has got to account for something in the world of 'hoarding'.
I now have to go to the shopping centre to pick up a Gift Certificate for a friend as a baby gift on behalf of all our Stephen Ministers. I hope I can keep my eyes focused 'straight ahead' on Customer Service and NOT deviate into one of the ladies' shops. Oh goodess, I can almost hear the clothes calling to me now ...
I started with the laundry which can be done any day of the week it seems. I carried over into the cedar closet thinking 'just what IS in there?' And so it began. I decided that it was time to 'part' with some of those clothes but found out it was more HIS than HERS. Oh, well, that's easy to decide on for me! Just as I was thinking this was going to be easier than I thought, I heard footsteps upstairs and wouldn't you know it, he was home. "What's happening, Bushkey?"(his pet name for me). Well, I thought at first I might just say "Oh, I'm cleaning out a few things of mine" which would have generated lots of excitment on his part. But instead, I went with "You have so many clothes!" (wrong thing to say). And so it began...
I can't believe how much stuff was in that cedar closet. Things I didn't even remember putting in there. It is possible that I didn't put it all in there myself but the majority of things I knew about. Next question, what do I do with it all? To start with, I took everything out (big mistake)! Then I vacuumed it all out and started 'the sort'. Well, I do have big piles now of 'throw out', 'give away', 'wash for myself' and "discuss with the big guy". Many things I just couldn't give away without washing them again one more time. The cedar smell was too strong (or whatever smell that is). Actually, they weren't that bad but one more quick wash won't hurt them either. Of course, that did extend the time I spent downstairs going through stuff.
Finally, I put things back that I was not sure of and the closet is still full. I had taken out so much to give away or garbage that it didn't make sense to me that it could still be so full. Kind of like those sweater bags you see on t.v. where you remove the air and you have more room to pack more sweaters? Same kind of idea but without the bag! Anyway, it was not a total loss as I was able to kill one more spider which had secured itself a home in the back corner of the cedar closet. Ughhhhhhhh I hate spiders!
So, I am back upstairs thinking now about all the ironing I have to do. Did I make more work for myself? Yes, but at least I feel like I tried (one more time) to clean up and clear out the basement. On a cursory look, nothing has changed. However, I know I spent 4-1/2 hours down there going through stuff so that has got to account for something in the world of 'hoarding'.
I now have to go to the shopping centre to pick up a Gift Certificate for a friend as a baby gift on behalf of all our Stephen Ministers. I hope I can keep my eyes focused 'straight ahead' on Customer Service and NOT deviate into one of the ladies' shops. Oh goodess, I can almost hear the clothes calling to me now ...
Friday, July 2, 2010
And so it goes
The Kenmore man finally arrived. He said he'd call sometime between 1 and 3:30 and it was 3:25 and said he'd be about 15 minutes. He was exactly on time. However, he was on the extreme end of his time frame. At first I was a bit upset (within myself) as I wondered why he could not be either at the beginning of that time frame or maybe even in the middle of it but no, it had to be at the very end of it! While I was mulling that thought over and beginning a slow burn, I realized I am no different than that Kenmore man.
On the days when I have to go to work I pack in as much as possible before I finally get out the door. I noted in the beginning I used to always leave at least 15-20 minutes before I was to start work. As I became more comfortable with the distance and what 'might come up' on the drive in, I began leaving a few minutes later each time. I even got to the point where I was leaving about 7 minutes before as I was rushing out the door and still got there a minute or two before 9 o'clock!
We like to push ourselves to the extreme. It doesn't have to be hang gliding, or running a marathon, or even a daily walk, just 'a little more', 'a little longer', 'a little harder'. Isn't that how muscles are developed? I am not saying this is a good thing all the time, but sometimes it helps us us be a bit stronger in our internal fortitute.
I am saying this mostly because of the time frame thing. I always think I have more time than I do. I usually make my lunch for work the first thing in the morning, after I read my bible sitting on the deck with my cup of coffee. If the morning is especially nice, I will sit there a wee bit longer than I should. Then I will have to push myself to get inside and make my lunch. There...now that's done, maybe I will check out my emails. Yes, there are a few and I should reply right away! I must not forget to send that 'get well' note, or check out facebook and see what's happening with those friends I don't always get to connect with regularly. Oh my, she's having a baby. That deserves a special congratulatory email...oops, look at the time, I am running short. Off to the shower and no time to use the 5-minute Conditioner this time, only the quickie rinse. Now as I start drying my hair I rush to turn on the stove and the timer for my oatmeal, saying to myself "what am I going to wear?" That seems to be the biggest dilemma in the morning. Why don't I plan that the night before? Oh, often I do. I just simply change my mind. I don't "feel" like that outfit this morning, I "feel" more like this one...Oops...this one needs ironing. Ok, off to the basement (after I pour in my oatmeal and put on the 3 minute timer). Now...rush, rush...rush. It is now 8:40 and I am shovelling in my oatmeal (which is now cold) or at least not hot but time is running out. I can't leave the dishes in the sink (it's a family thing). Mostly it's me and my little quirks. So, I have the key in the door, everything in line to grab as I leave and I empty the sink. I can't leave soap suds in there so need to rinse it out. Ooops, it is now 8:46 and I definitely need to get out the door. Ok, just a quick look around, close the drapes (it might get hot), straighten the towel on the stove, yes...looks good....I think I can finally leave.
The last thought as I walk out the door "Why do I ALWAYS leave everything to the last moment?" Tomorrow I am getting up earlier to make sure this doesn't happen again!! And so it goes...
On the days when I have to go to work I pack in as much as possible before I finally get out the door. I noted in the beginning I used to always leave at least 15-20 minutes before I was to start work. As I became more comfortable with the distance and what 'might come up' on the drive in, I began leaving a few minutes later each time. I even got to the point where I was leaving about 7 minutes before as I was rushing out the door and still got there a minute or two before 9 o'clock!
We like to push ourselves to the extreme. It doesn't have to be hang gliding, or running a marathon, or even a daily walk, just 'a little more', 'a little longer', 'a little harder'. Isn't that how muscles are developed? I am not saying this is a good thing all the time, but sometimes it helps us us be a bit stronger in our internal fortitute.
I am saying this mostly because of the time frame thing. I always think I have more time than I do. I usually make my lunch for work the first thing in the morning, after I read my bible sitting on the deck with my cup of coffee. If the morning is especially nice, I will sit there a wee bit longer than I should. Then I will have to push myself to get inside and make my lunch. There...now that's done, maybe I will check out my emails. Yes, there are a few and I should reply right away! I must not forget to send that 'get well' note, or check out facebook and see what's happening with those friends I don't always get to connect with regularly. Oh my, she's having a baby. That deserves a special congratulatory email...oops, look at the time, I am running short. Off to the shower and no time to use the 5-minute Conditioner this time, only the quickie rinse. Now as I start drying my hair I rush to turn on the stove and the timer for my oatmeal, saying to myself "what am I going to wear?" That seems to be the biggest dilemma in the morning. Why don't I plan that the night before? Oh, often I do. I just simply change my mind. I don't "feel" like that outfit this morning, I "feel" more like this one...Oops...this one needs ironing. Ok, off to the basement (after I pour in my oatmeal and put on the 3 minute timer). Now...rush, rush...rush. It is now 8:40 and I am shovelling in my oatmeal (which is now cold) or at least not hot but time is running out. I can't leave the dishes in the sink (it's a family thing). Mostly it's me and my little quirks. So, I have the key in the door, everything in line to grab as I leave and I empty the sink. I can't leave soap suds in there so need to rinse it out. Ooops, it is now 8:46 and I definitely need to get out the door. Ok, just a quick look around, close the drapes (it might get hot), straighten the towel on the stove, yes...looks good....I think I can finally leave.
The last thought as I walk out the door "Why do I ALWAYS leave everything to the last moment?" Tomorrow I am getting up earlier to make sure this doesn't happen again!! And so it goes...
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