Time’s relevance is irrelevant at times
Other times, so vastly important
Seeking to achieve one’s destiny
Time waits for no man at all times
Man’s purpose, sought by man throughout
In degrees that vary for purpose in life
Some to persevere in want and need
By others in disillusionment and despair
Flashing moments portray accomplishments
Times even to them who feel failure
Remember one and all, remember
Time’s relevance, in the hands of one
We spotted this cocoon in our Canna Lily yesterday.
This is on a branch hanging over into our back area.
I know it has taken longer than originally planned, but I am finishing the de-clutter project post. The room has been finished for some time now although a little tweaking did take place along the way.
So now I have the before and after.
This is the same wall. I like
how the entertainment wall
is spread out. I moved some
paintings over as well. The new arrangement also brought the
television to a proper viewing level.
This is the window wall. The tower shelf which is where I had the pc and the dresser along with storage.
This is the same shelf in the
top left picture, standing on
top of the night stands and
and a good sturdy counter top.
These are tucked nice and
neat in the corner out of the
way but accessible.
Here we have the final wall that is occupied with furniture of sorts. The photo on the left is where the dresser was that now holds the entertainment. The night stands were underneath the dresser. So I moved the tower shelf on that wall and it’s still home to the pc. The tall dresser finishes the wall rather neatly. Some items got boxed and put away. Now the key is to keep it looking somewhat decent.
It’s not perfect and still tight, but for me, it’s definitely easier on the eyes.
So that finishes the room project.
The next few posts will lead up to the start of the WhatrUWorkinOn? meme. The rules which will more than likely consist of content not accepted. The day it will start and how long the link will be open.
Of course I’ll still have my rants and thoughts and moments….
I’ll tell ya one thing….if you just happen to be in a spot that is well and fulfilled, cherish it.
When you come out of a spot that was less that user friendly, use it as a tool and not a crutch.
Be strong….Whatr U Workin On?
It wasn’t a perfect day, but it wasn’t a bad day either. I woke in a not bad mood and it hung around pretty much all day.
I felt much better today than I have been feeling these past few days. I’m not gonna wonder how long it will last, just taking this for the ride it deserves.
So for now, all is good and I like it. Besides…it’s all for my learning anyway…
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I’m coming into the final 4 days of my 30 day blog challenge.
As I said earlier, it doesn’t seem like a challenge anymore.
I originally thought this was going to be difficult, but it has proven to be rather refreshing.
Sure there were a few times when I felt as if I was coming up short, but it’s like I said before, I have trouble opening up at times…then I had a thought…it’s only what I choose to make available.
That’s not the real issue though.
I like to express myself in different ways. I like to incorporate my own style in what I do, as do so many others. I guess the trouble is figuring out how I want to present my thought.
Just when I think I’ve
Things happen to make a change. Sometimes change is good even if it takes me out of my comfort zone.
Surely I would have learned something along the way….isn’t that’s what life is all about?
I have a routine I do when I come home from work.
Once I get into my room, I unload my pockets of keys, pen, lip balm…it’s like clock work…never fails.
Except for every now and again.
This morning was that time. I’m ready to go and it was cold so I want to get an early start and get the van warmed up. I have everything in my pockets, so after collecting other things, I proceed to the door and reach into my pocket for the keys–and–they’re–not–there.
I don’t panic because I don’t lose my keys. I hardly ever misplace them. So I go back to my room thinking maybe when I grabbed everything else, I just overlooked them.
Now I’m in the kitchen…no keys…living room…no keys.
I’m back in my room, now looking in the pants I had on yesterday…still no keys.
Sort of…kinda…because now I have no idea where they are.
I circle back downstairs for another search with no new results…ok, now I look in the van, I know it’s locked but hopefully without the keys…they’re not in there.
I take a break and stand still to breath, and think.
Last ditch effort, I go back to my room and search other clothing I had on yesterday. I lift the sweatshirt I had on, and crumbled it in my hands trying to feel the keys with no success.
I drop the sweatshirt on the floor and….clunk. ???? I pick it up and lo and behold they are in the front pocket. i was wondering why I couldn’t feel them. If I hadn’t drop that shirt on the floor, I would have missed it.
But most importantly, I found the keys in an unfamiliar piece of clothing. I’m really particular about certain things and my keys are one of them. If they’re not in my hands, they are in my pockets. I don’t like laying my keys down, even in familiar settings.
So lesson learned here is to stick to the routine…it works for me… because I hate asking this question….
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There’s a move that is about to happen. I knew of this move for some time now.
The move is happening in less than two weeks.
I had posted back on the 17th of August about my separation from my wife.
I knew she wanted to be close to the grandkids and she had made plans to make the move whenever possible. Well, it’s happening in a little over a week.
So the wife and my son are moving to Virginia Beach.
The strange part is that the original plan was for the wife and son to get there own place. Now all of that has changed. Now, Charles and Darcel will be getting there own place and the wife and son will be moving in with me.
This is where it get’s interesting. Ever since we knew the move was on we had been talking and getting things rolling. But we didn’t know until 2 days ago that they would be moving in with me.
I’m ok with the move, it’s just gonna be kinda weird, neither one of us has brought up reconciliation and this is a three bedroom. I think that was the one thing that was mentioned….by me.
Yes, I am wondering if this is the time for talk. Is it something I can avoid if I so choose. Being in close quarters it’s bound to happen…don’t you think?
Stranger things have happened.
My Heart is telling me this can be fixed.
Do I believe in my own Heart?
Stranger things have happened….
Since I have finished my required education many years ago, The world has become my classroom and society is my textbook. When I wake up in the morning, Class has begun.
No matter how I prepare myself for the day, mentally, physically, emotionally, I will learn something. I will learn to control my anger when I may not want to at that time. I will see things that I have seen time and time again, but hopefully with appreciation.
Sometimes the textbook is hard to understand and I may not always find the answers to questions right away. I don’t always have pleasant learning experiences, but I am learning.
Class changes without giving notice, sometimes it is welcomed, sometimes the change frustrates, but I move on and continue to learn. Class allows me to make my own decisions and I have to live with the outcome. Yes, some good, some bad.
There are times when Class can be so overbearing, and I wish I didn’t have to attend, and the textbook can be very cruel, but I’m in it and while in it, I choose to learn and to get the most out of it.
Am I better because of it? I’d like to think so. This is our world, and it is, World Class.