Time, it seems to stand still as I sit and gaze out the living room window.
Clouds meander by and depending on the day can be like mashed potatoes, feathers, stairsteps, cotton balls, or even a dragon...

There's much to do in my new apt....today the handyman brought me up a rocker/recliner that had belonged to the lady that just passed away two weeks ago, that and her new entertainment center. The family didn't want it, and told management to give to someone in need....so management came up to see me yesterday and noticed that I needed a chair, ( I have the one green recliner and it's on loan from my son until I can get my own...)
and that my old tv cart was wobbly and not safe....
So now my living room looks nicer and I've been putting things away in my bedroom.
That room was the last to get fixed up and stuff put away, and maybe I needed to have made it my sanctuary right away. I sure notice how much better I feel for having made it look lovely.

Tomrorrow I have company coming for lunch! Two of the three cancelled last week....and another that couldn't make lunch last week...Oy! and now I don't have the ingredients for the lasagna! So they shall get spagetti, and there'll be homemade 15 bean soup if they just want a light lunch.

JGee it looks so nice here I don't want to go to bed! I've got a white Carnation with ferns on the table in the dining area and green candles to go with it.
After 40 years my home looks the way I want it to...when I look back ( I don't do this too often anymore..) I see the little tarpapered shack we lived in, with the outhouse just a few feet away, an old hand pump for the well.........it was soooooooo bad when we moved in there in July of 66......it'd horrify someone to read the details....

So much has changed over time.......today was another milestone, and there have been many, today I could see beyond the lines, the gray hair, the crepey eyelids and still see the smiling face and eyes of my father's "number 2" daughter...it was as if it all came together...

Two nights ago I watched a documentary on Public Television, didn't see all of it. I saw a doctor in Iraq, talking to prisoners of war, recording their ailments, their ages, one was a 9 year old boy....the doctor's family were talking about having been at church when gunfire errupted outside, shooting between the American soldiers and some others. The daughters were afraid to continue going to church.....it's almost possible to feel detached from this whole awful war until you see a family that is coping with it, hearing them talk about their friends and famiy dying, then it hits home...

Bush is so wrong it isn't funny,










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