All good things must come to an end.....

We awaken in others the same attitude of mind we hold toward them. ~Elbert Hubbard

The garage sale is over! I think I would call it successful in terms of separation. People separated from their money and we separated from our stuff. And no prisoners we taken, nothing was stolen, but lots of coffee was consumed (French Press Express!).

Let's see ~ we tagged most things very, very fairly (cheap). Ten cents, twenty-five cents ... and like that. That prevented a lot of haggling. People seemed to be happy to take *whatever*, smile, and hand over their change - which mounted nicely. We sold all but two pieces of furniture and only negotiated on one piece. We made over $600.00 after the cost of the ad, the coffee and the bagels, so we are not displeased at all.

Of course, things _never_ go smoothly, do they? (Proving out my theory of "It is always something.") For three things, we had accepted a couple of checks. Mr. B looked at me a little hazily, with that eye rolling * you did what?* look... so I quickly jumped in my car. Which wasn't going anywhere because the battery was dead.

So I jumped in the other car. Which wasn't going anywhere because people pull their cars right up in your driveway! Which I think is not very nice Garage Sale ethics, but I may be to strict about things like that ...
Anyway,
I did get out finally and drove directly to the bank.

Which was closed.

I neglected to realize how early it was.

We had gotten up at 6 AM - the sale was not suppose to start until 9 AM, but people were at our door at 7AM. We just continued setting up, but the Garage Sale Crowd is a serious crowd...the ones who come early are the real deal and they are planning on a purchase.

Things moved so fast, I didn't realize that it was only 8:30 when I got to the first bank and the bank doesn't open 'till 9. So I went to get gas (which is like making a mortgage payment these days), and then got some bagels, and then back to the banks -- and, of course, one check was no good.

I drove home and called the people (who had not left with the piece of furniture but had made arrangements to come get it that afternoon.) I spoke to the wife (who turned out to be lovely), and she drove over with the cash. So good on that. The other checks were good.

What's weird is, that is the check that I thought would be good. The one I thought would not be good was a fellow with the oddest name, I shouldn't write it, but it's like no name I ever heard -- okay, well, I doubt he'll read my blog --
It was Gerrand Poggle. (Okay, someone probably has that name and doesn't like me any more now, but it didn't seem like a real name). The address was a street called 'Our Way' and there was no date and no phone number. I thought sure, that bit of money was lost, But nope! Good as gold --

Oh! Forgot to mention! Two groups of people came to the Garage Sale THE NIGHT BEFORE!! Is that bold or what? I never
...I just don't quite get this crowd, but whatever,

It's over

and Madam B, who was very excited about the thing and it's potential happening and going on, has decided she never wants to have one again!

She worked so hard! I cannot say enough good stuff about this child of mine. I treated her to a salad from Applebees (even though I said I would never go there again, I had $15.00 off, so I took a chance and it worked out this time), and she seemed happy about that.

I've got to make another run down South towards the end of this week to take my in-laws home, so I'm going to drop a load of boxes off at my sister-in-law's house over in Hobe Sound. This is unexpected.

but I must ebb and flow as the wise grasshopper who has much to learn. I must bend and stretch in the softness of the wind, so as to prevent myself from becoming a dried up old prune. I don't know why I mentioned prunes. I am getting old I guess, and they are on my mind.

but I must learn to take the unexpected and make the much told of lemon ade (with a splash of tequila on some occasions) as life hands you these unexpected assignments.

Is life all a plan done up in a bow before we get here?

Is there a reason for the things that happen?

Whatever is the order of things, I do not know. I do not pretend to think I will ever find out until I pass away and see it all from the other side.

But I do know one thing for sure, and that is "It is always something." No matter where you go, no matter what you do, it's always going to be something that finds you and seems to interrupt what you are doing. But is it really an interruption? Or is it your destiny calling?

Listen to the rumble. That's probably your name being called in haiku, or it could be the Garage Sale crowd heading for your house.....

If things go wrong, don't go with them. ~Roger Babson

Remedy it, or welcome it: a wise man's only two choices. ~Terri Guillemets

(All good things must come to an end.....jackson browne)

The Garage Sale

Life is really simple, but we insist on making it complicated. ~Confucius

I hope that I never again have enough stuff to even fancy having a Garage Sale. I just am not of that personality type. This is giving me a headache.

It's been a lot of work getting all this stuff together. And I guess basically, a Garage Sale is a way of letting people pay you to take away your past bit by bit for small change.

Aside from that, I don't know how or why, really, we have accumulated so much stuff we do not need. But I promise myself, this is the last time.

We are selling some furniture. But who knows?

I can't wait until this is over. I hope I recoop at least the cost of the ad.

Everything should be made as simple as possible, but not simpler. ~Albert Einstein

Let the telephone ring

I'm looking forward to my student returning to school tomorrow! The flu just knocked poor Madam Blueberry out! She's been sleeping during the day and coughing during the night ~ bless her heart. We think she feels better tonight as she was hungry and that's always a good sign. It's been about 6 days since she's eaten very much.

It's been odd not having to check in on schoolwork or read something or have something read to me or narrated to me or just asked a question in general!

But that did allow for a lot of packing and book working. I know this moving talk must be getting boring. It's getting boring to me!!

I did watch the movie The Scarlet Letter. The one with Demi Moore and Gary Oldman and Robert Duval. We haven't finished the book, but I am so doubtful that the endings will be the same. And I don't recommend the movie to anyone. At all. For any reason. It just wasn't that great.

I'm still swimming slowly through Pride and Prejudice enjoying the conversations. I wonder why it is we don’t have conversations like that anymore? Last night, out of sheer boredom, I watched a television show called The Bachelor. He was in Paris. I was brought to my knees laughing so hard at the way the young ladies expressed their feelings -- please forgive me if I sound cruel, but this is some of what they said ,

"When I first saw you...I thought...(stutter, splat, stutter)..Wow!"

"When I first laid eyes on you, it was like....Whoa!"

I mean, like, really, like, gee, come on, like, there you are and ....WOW.

I don't know about you, I don't mean to be a total snob, but there's something missing for me in the conversation.

But I'll give it to the Bachelor. He said he was impressed with the way they “just couldn't find words for how they felt.” So I guess, whomever, he chooses, it will be a match made, and forever they will smile at each other and say, "Wow." Maybe that’s all they need and I shouldn’t make fun.

The French Press

Mr. B treated himself to a French Press.

Oh my! What a wonderful coffee experience! If one loves, truly, coffee or tea, one should own a French Press. If there is a chance for you to experience this somewhere, I recommend that you do!

This coffee falls into your stomach, and straightway there is a general commotion. Ideas begin to move like the battalions of the Grand Army of the battlefield, and the battle takes place. Things remembered arrive at full gallop, ensuing to the wind. The light cavalry of comparisons deliver a magnificent deploying charge, the artillery of logic hurry up with their train and ammunition, the shafts of with start up like sharpshooters. Similes arise, the paper is covered with ink; for the struggle commences and is concluded with torrents of black water, just as a battle with powder.
~Honore de Balzac, "The Pleasures and Pains of Coffee"


A morning without coffee is like sleep. ~Author Unknown

Parting thoughts

On the homefront:

In the pit of overwhelmness I stand. There's not a place I can look to that's peaceful to the eye.

It's seems there is much to do when one is making plans to move away. Not just filling boxes and examining everything you own and putting a value on it, as in - keep, throw-away, give-away, oh my word why do I still have this?, and so on, but the emotional attachments that you've made.

And the ease of which you move about town; it's funny now as I know I will be saying good-bye to this familiarity.

As I move about town now, I feel like I am tying up ends. Sometimes I feel as if I am driving to the end and falling off.

Friends who have known I spoke about moving, which I have spoken about for over two years now, know that it's coming, and they are calling me. Making lunch plans, "saying good-bye" they say, "No! not good-bye! Come and see me in my new house", I say!

The weirdest thing about all of this, is that the idea of everyone living close was mine, years and years ago. My father reminds me, "Remember when you used to say we should all get one big house and live together?"

I do remember. I even remember drawing out the house idea.

My parents and brother and family will live three and a half miles away. My husband's sister and family will live two miles away. My two sons will live next door. My husband's parents will live in a little cottage right behind my house.

"Remember when you used to say you wanted to live by the beach," asked my son.

I do remember.

The place we're moving to is about a mile and a half from the beach.

"Remember when you used to say you wanted to retire to a little house with a porch?" asked my son.

I do remember.

This house is cute and little and has a porch on two sides.

It's hard to believe sometimes. You just might get what you asked for.

In my mind and otherwise

It takes a lot of courage to release the familiar and seemingly secure, to embrace the new. But there is no real security in what is no longer meaningful. There is more security in the adventurous and exciting, for in movement there is life, and in change there is power.
~~Alan Cohen

I wish I felt that fire of courage rising up inside me as we go forward with the change. I'll wait. Perhaps it will come.

What's going on here and there -

I want to give my blog a new look, but I don't have the time.
I want to get all my stuff done, but I have too much stuff.
No matter how hard I try, I run out of energy before I want too.
Maybe I'm not trying hard enough. I don't know.
It's not that I'm not doing anything, I just don't know if I always want to be doing what I am doing.
My house is a wreck. One total wreck. If we were a book right now, we'd be the Wreck of the Bellewdune De because what we did done do has wrecked the place.

We are having a garage sale this next up weekend. I hate garage sales. My in-laws are coming to help. They love garage sales. Such a match was made in heaven. But hopefully, we will sell most of the items (furniture too), and have a few extra dollars and some things gone.

Makes you wonder though, how do we collect so many things that we absolutely don’t need anyway? I guess we thought we needed them at the time.

I ran out of paper for my to-do list. I didn't run out of to-dos. So I'm still todoin.

Steaming the Dinner ~

Mr. B likes sausage. I feel terrible serving it to him, but he likes it. And he likes it browned. So what I do is, brown the sausage the day before. Then I stir-fry some garlic and two onions with extra virgin olive oil in a pan. I place two precooked sausages on top of them. On top of that, some mozzarella cheese. On top of that, broccoli and carrots. I sprinkle some seasonings on everything as I go – I favor oregano, basil, and nature’s seasoning salt. Cover the pan and let it steam (maybe add a bit of water to create a good steam). I time it with the Basmati rice that takes 20 minutes. You can do this with anything! And it looks so pretty! And tastes really good. It’s quick and easy.

I found a quick fast easy potato dish that way. Same thing, sauté onions and garlic in a pan or a pot and add some apples. Then slice your potatoes and place them on top of all that. I do add some salt. Put a lid on the whole thing, check it in about 20 minutes (depending on how thick you cut your potatoes dictates the timing – the apples cook quickly and add great flavor), and it is so good! I served this for Christmas dinner, and it went fast. If you want to, you can add some carrots and broccoli. Just always remember that broccoli doesn’t take as long.

So in steaming food, you just need to be aware of the size of your veggies, but you can add your favorite seasoning, and rarely ever does it go wrong for me. If there are a lot of veggies in my dish, I do sprinkle some Extra Virgin Olive Oil over the veggies with the seasonings.

They are enjoying their meal tonight, and it only took me 20 minutes! I’m faster than Rachael Ray !!

Much Nothing with Much to Do

"Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us."

So there we are, from Mary, if I recall correctly, in Pride and Prejudice.

My mind is not working all that well as of late, but I am enjoying this book, albeit slowly I go in the reading. When I have a book like this, I have a tendency to go slowly and reread some of the phrases. I like to feel things sink in, to be in some of those moments like a time traveling ease dropper (like Mr. Darcy!), taking in the text and living it as much as I can. Yikes! That probably sounds insane!!

Of course, I can't get Colin Firth out of my head as the face of Mr. Darcy. I like him in the part.

I laughed out loud to myself in Chapter 6 where Mr. Darcy, in regards his fond feelings coming up towards Elizabeth, wishes "to know more of her, and as a step towards conversing with her himself, attended to her conversation with others." -- then you find out, as he is hanging around her conversations, he himself is not saying very much, if anything at all. I found this so comical and read it to Mr. B who also found it funny. It was nice to share a laugh.


"Not all who wander are lost." .... J.R.R. Tolkien

I'm glad of that because I am feeling lost. I have so much to do, I'm sinking into my state of overwhelmedness. It's familiar to me, but I don't really want to be there right now. I need to make a fresh new list tonight and start fresh in the morning. Grab the bull by the horns, belly up to the bar, all those kinds of things. I should probably just drink coffee all day!


Among the numerous luxuries of the table...coffee may be considered as one of the most valuable. It excites cheerfulness without intoxication; and the pleasing flow of spirits which it occasions...is never followed by sadness, languor or debility. ~~ Benjamin Franklin

Maybe that's why I like coffee. I have tried to quit a few times in my life, but I always return to it. I think I just like it. I always associate it with relaxing, but it does help me stay focused. Focusedly relaxed. Nirvana!!


There is a wonder in reading Braille that the sighted will never know: to touch words and have them touch you back. ~ Jim Fiebig


I thought that way a unique thought! I thought that was a neat thought. I love having a good book. I feel a bit boring this evening. I shall make my leave now.

Tu Tranquilo ~~

Still away from home

"Fear less, hope more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Hate less, love more;
And all good things are yours."
~~ Swedish Proverb

I just popped in to remind myself ~ I'm still here.

I've been away from my computer, and am still out of town, so I'm borrowing my son's computer for a moment.

It's funny about having a blog. It's like a part of my life now, and when I don't post and then look at the missing dates ~ I feel like I've lost some things I would have like to remembered.

I been visiting with my family these past couple of days. It's been fun. I love seeing my boys (they live away from home now); they are so funny. They might not be as funny when I'm not around -- we all know that moms are great audiences -- but it feels good to have the whole family together.

The weather here in South Florida has been beautiful.

The first day we were here, there were some good winds though, and there was a fire at Jonathan Dickenson State Park the next day. US 1 was closed for a large section near the park, the smell of smoke could choke you, and the neighboring houses all ran their sprinklers through the night.

Today is two days later, and you could see where the fire had crossed the road and still catch that heavy smell of smoke for a half mile or so.

We came down to South Florida this particular weekend to see Leo Kottke in concert. I had never heard of the fellow, but I'm married to an audiophile (which is --" An individual who is very interested and enthusiastic about the sound quality of a stereo or home theater system") --who just loves this particular kind of stuff. Leo was very good. He did some amazing things on the guitar and made it look so easy.

He played two very long songs when he first came out, not saying anything to the audience, and I thought to myself, oh gee, I hope we get a story or two. I do like guitar music, but I like the stories that people have to tell, also. He didn't disappoint. It was a lovely concert. It felt like a sweet night of hanging out with friends.

So important can be dancing

How can we know the dancer from the dance? ~William Butler Yeats

Thoughts from Pride and Prejudice ~~

Dancing at a ball was very important. This is where the young ladies must show themselves off, so to speak. I don’t know how else to phrase it! Her posture must be elegant, her gown was important as how else to show off her figure, and I’m sure the gentleman were interested in that… her ability to dance was of extreme importance! --And, as Lizzy alluded to Mr. Darcy, this is where one would engage the opposite sex in conversation. I find this incredible! It seems one would be out of breath entirely, especially if one were asked, dance after dance, and then, after several dances you encounter the gentleman one’s heart was set upon ~ it seems if the young lady pulls it off to be admired then she is a remarkable young lady, indeed!!

It’s like a mating ritual! But much more important. Just think about it...how many ways were there for a lady to express herself at that time?

On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
~George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage

To dance is to be out of yourself. Larger, more beautiful, more powerful. ~Agnes De Mille

Inside out Days

In Spain, attempting to obtain a chicken salad sandwich, you wind up with a dish whose name, when you look it up in your Spanish-English dictionary, turns out to mean: Eel with big abcess.
Dave Barry


Some days are days played inside out. Ever do that with your life? Maybe have breakfast for dinner, and pizza for breakfast.

Madam B and I have not been sleeping well. Maybe the traveling has thrown us off, I dunno. Anyway, the other night, it's near 11 PM and she's not tired, so she opens up all her school books on the floor. It was quiet and the cats weren't there to gather around her as per usual.

They are book stalkers. They wait until she's comfortable in a chair with a nice comfortor, her book open, and she begins reading aloud, they especially interupt if she reads aloud. They claim the place in front of the book, climb over the book she has propped there, and place themselves between the book and she. And then they do that circle dance until they feel comfortable and have a view which enables them to glare over the top of the book to make sure I am paying attention.

So without the cats, it was a lovely quiet evening for studying, and she was able to get most of her work done, so it made today delightfully light - went to the gym, cooked, read Book of John, Scarlett Letter, and ended the day with the math and a grrrrr... :) ....math is not our favorite.

So these inside out days are different. But kind of fun.

Something to try

Parents should conduct their arguments in quiet, respectful tones, but in a foreign language. You'd be surprised what an inducement that is to the education of children. - Judith Martin

Blog Blankness

Rest not! Life is sweeping by; go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

The driveway is covered with leaves. I sweep them and they are quickly back again. I was watching someone sweep recently. I said it was good exercise. Peaceful exercise.
They said their blower was broken. I can't remember who I was speaking with. Isn't that awful? Could that be aging or serious signs of detachment? Regardless of the outcome of that thought, I do enoy sweeping the driveway.

It seems everything around me needs attention. And I feel the challenge to answer every call. I do wish the Lord had provided me with a more attractive manner in which to set my brain to do this. My manner seems to be quite messy. I hold a thing for a minute, someone needs something from me, I bring the thing, do the bidding required, return to another place to maybe get one other thing going before returning to my original thing and I've lost my pen and the thing I was holding. I am the nightmare of the lost and many times never found items. Oh, and I do strive for more steadiness and even kneel and focus ... it just never stays with me for long. Jesus said, "Do not fear." I try not too. But I do fear I won't get my things done. I must work on changing that.

But I continue. Unjaded. Just desirous of results that can be call Fini!

I'm reading Pride and Prejudice and just finished Chapter 4. Tim's Mom is reading this as well. I feel like I was spoiled by the A & E 6 hour presentation. I can't come to conclusions on my own on the characters. I'm being influenced by what I've watched over and over again. I don't know if that fact means anything except it's greatly interfering with my wanting to finish the book! But it seems like an easy read, so I will finish it. Tim's mom suggested I make up a reading schedule. I don't think I could do that as this time of my life.

I am scheduling a lot lately though. I have so much scheduling to do, I'm scheduling my scheduling.

I did finish the Johnny Cash autobiography.

When I went over to Tim's mom's blog to get the link to post, I noticed I have been indicted in a tag game. I am a tag game ender as no one really reads my blog to pass the game along. And E-Yikes also,

I have noticed dear Tim has tagged me. I shall have to stretch my brain (even more than usual for the beginning of the week!) for answers!

Actually, I was thinking of making up a tag game myself! I might still do that.

Some random thoughts that have floated on by~

"Swear only by your hope of heaven and your fear of hell" .... Johnny Tremain

Even monkeys fall out of trees .... Japanese proverbs

"If music be the food of love, play on.".....Twelfth Night (Madam B is reading this and enjoying it.she’s enjoying the humor.)

"Love is an ideal thing, marriage is a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished." .... Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (that is a strange thought? Yes?)

He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough....

Lao-tzu

Conduct is more convincing than language....John Woolman

And conduct is what I am involved in mostly right now. Many, many things going right depend upon my conduct. I shall continue to think about this, and I shall act accordingly.

"There is nothing more difficult to take in hand, more perilous to conduct or more uncertain in its success than to take the lead in the introduction of a new order of things." - Niccolò Machiavelli

Worry - interest paid on the trouble before it's due

Worry Not. Fret Not. Only think, decide and do.
For worry only takes away from the power of today.
Fretting allows you a little physical outlet
but doesn't rob all your strength.

Just know ~ there are potholes in the road,
look out for them and make a safe swerve,
there are days your hair is unhappy,
have a good hat on hand,
there are days you are tired,
have a good book around to read,
there are days there are more things to do then days!
Make a list! With your favorite pen!

But it's no matter really.
What matters is that what gets done
was what was in the
Priority column
Don't sweep the sidewalk
If the house is on fire.
Don't wash the car
If the cake's burning in the oven!

Pay attention to your surroundings,
Real happiness and freedom
come down to choices that require
effort on our part sometimes.

Pay attention. You could surprise yourself!


tu tranquilo,

Miss Roxie

John R. Cash - The autobiography

I was raised on Johnny Cash. My dad was a real fan. When I visited my parents recently, my dad lent me his Johnny Cash autobiography so I set about to read it. Since my father is not known to share his things freely, I thought this was a rare opportunity for me to broaden our relationship.

I had seen the movie Walk the Line and thought it was pretty good. I had figured the book would reveal to me nothing new.

But I didn't know there was a time that Mr. Cash was robbed in his home at gunpoint on the evening of Christmas Day in 1982. It happened just as they were about to bless their food before dinner, three gunman entered yelling “Someone’s going to die here tonight”.

Cash’s son, John Carter, was eleven at the time, and one of the men held a gun to the child's head the entire time they were there. The child was calm and answered the questions of the gunman with "yes sir" and politeness in his responses.

There were 10 people in the house that night including Cash, his wife and son, and a friend of the son’s named Doug. Doug was at first mistaken for Cash’s son, and the gunman grabbed him, held a gun to the child’s head and announced if everyone didn’t do as they said, the young boy would die.

At this moment Cash admits he didn’t know if he should tell the robber he was not holding John Carter. But the gunman looked at the boy in the face and realized he held the wrong child, pushed that boy away, then grabbed his son and held the gun to his head for the next two hours as they went through the house collecting money and valuables.

This happened in Jamaica where the Cash’s have had a home for quite some time. They think it was someone they knew because aside from knowing their names, the dogs never barked. But they aren’t sure.

The Jamaican police assured them the men would be caught, and indeed they were. Not only caught, but shot *trying to escape.*

Cash writes, “So what do I think about all that? What’s my stance on unofficially sanctioned summary justice in the Third World? I don’t know. What’s yours?”

“How do I feel about it?” he continues, “What’s my emotional response to the fact (or at least the distinct possibility) that the desperate junkie boys who threatened and traumatized my family and might easily have killed us all (perhaps never intending any such thing) were executed for their act – or murdered, or shot down like dogs, have it how you will?

“I’m out of answers.” He says.

It's January 2006 ~ Oh My

The future's there for anyone to change, still you know it seems, it would be easier sometimes to change the past....jackson browne

Here I am. I feel like I'm running two lives at once, one is moving, one is staying, and one is in transition. Well. That's three. So okay, now it makes sense. Ha.Ha. No, it doesn't.

As I prepare to move on to another home, I think about all the things that have happened in this one. I brought two babies home from the hospital here. I was looking at some photos of Madam Blueberry when she was just one hour old last night and others when she was 5 days old. And I had written under one photo - one in which Daddy looked so very, very tired -- "Scarlett has tired Daddy out, and she's not even 16 yet!" And now, Madam B will be 16 next month!!

I remember bringing my Sean Mike home from the hospital. That was 19 years ago. And I remember he had two surgeries ~ one at 14 months and one at 16 months ~ and I remember sitting in a chair with him after the second surgery and realizing, "he is not going to let me lay him down." And I held him for near 24 hours before I could lay him down without him crying or whimpering.

Now we are packing and throwing things away and sorting our lives into boxes. It's a strange feeling.

I hope the friends I have made here will come and see me. And I want to come back and see them. And I will miss Sasha and her children, as they are like family to me. We have raised our kids with common ideas, and we have been there for each other for "pick up and deliveries" ...hahaha...of kids, or food, or movies, or wine, and who knows what else. We have borrowed so much stuff from each other, it's incredible!

But I shant worry or stress. Daily life will bring that to me all by itself. I shall just go forward each day with the plans that are made, follow my list of things to do, and try hard to be a charming addition to the setting. hahahaha. That might mean I should comb my hair properly and not wear my Pooh Slippers to the mailbox!


The pessimist complains about the wind, the optimist expects it to change, the realist adjusts the sails. ~~ William Arthur Ward

Six directions of the mind in an octagon world

I need a kickstart to get back to my blog. When my thoughts come ready to write, and there is no access for me, as has been the case for the past week, it begins to slow me up. Or down. Depending on ones point of view of things.

Let's see ~ I was going to post some things that happened over the last two weeks, but decided not too.

Right now, the assorted I am's and we are's are thus ~

I am reading Pride and Prejudice (finally). I'm also reading Johnny Cash's autobiography because my father lent me his copy, and he lends nobody nothin' (so you can be durned sure I will be reading it!)

I am trying to get a semester schedule together for Madam B. She jumped in for school today where she left off, and that will work for now. We will take a closer look at the year end projections tomorrow. I usually end up taking off the two full weeks in December. I just don't usually plan on moving to another city in the middle of the school year!

We are packing, as we will be moving (Lord willing) in the next couple of months. It's ... got me... in kind of a ...coma. I can't think of anything else to describe it. I can't allow myself to think of ALL that must be done; I have to just do what is on my projected list for the day. And actually, that probably has me very distracted.

But this daughter of mine, I can't say enough good about her. She was a master help to me over the holidays and is everyday. She had such a time while we were away - she burned her foot, she sliced her finger, and she didn't bring any clothes for warm weather! Needless to say, she was glad to get home.

We arrived late last night, and my mind is still scattered.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow I will focus more clearly. Not that I didn't do anything today - I did some laundry, went to the bank, grocery shopping and visited a homebound friend of mine. Talked with my mother in law, son, niece, a friend, my husband, my daughter (listened to narrations on Michelangelo and Johnny Tremain).

I have no desire to consider this day wasted. I worked. I rested. I read. I visited. I reflected. I loved. I thought of people I love and I miss. No wonder I am tired.

I'm rambling. Clearly. Or unclearly. Depending on ones point of view of things.