"…By what stretch of arrogance do you think a life form that looks like you is more important than a life form that doesn’t?”Joel Salatin


Nothing is more beneficial to your wellbeing than to look for and acknowledge those parts of everyday life that you enjoy.


"If you are happy where you are now, why does it matter how painful it was to get there?" -- Abraham


"It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life." -- Bilbo Baggins a.k.a. The Hobbit by JRR Tolkien


"And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet, and the winds long to play in your hair." -- Kahill Gibran

“And forget not




Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Life Goes On

Gail and Tom Wisdom took this outstanding picture from their home in Canyon Trails

Life goes on -- whether you lose a loved one or a job, you have to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Abraham says conflict (stuff we don't like or want) is what spurs us to do something different than what we are currently doing.  I'm sure this is true because I have a tendency to stay where I am as long as I'm comfortable  -- sometimes way past when I cease to be comfortable -- because what is familiar -- even if it's not so good -- feels safer than the unknown.

I'll miss the funny stuff going on at the flower shop.  I'll miss some of the interesting folks I've met while working there.  I'll miss Larry.  He came most Thursdays to get roses for his wife and he talked to me about Texas Rangers baseball.  He explained a lot about the game to me and made it easier for a new fan to follow and enjoy.

I'll miss Martha.  Her gentleman friend, Bob, sent her flowers each time she had her hair done at the salon next door. She always came by to tell us this week's arrangement was the prettiest ever.  Nice lady.

I miss my co-worker, Dawn.  I'll miss our conversations about projects around our homes, stories about her wonder dog, Bullock, and her kids and grandkids. I'll miss my young friend, Mason, but he's in good hands now, so I don't have to worry about him.

Flower shops are major gossip centers.  They know who died. They know who is leaving what to who in their will and who has been disowned, too. They know who is cheating on their spouse and with whom. They always get the scoop on divorces, you know -- who got what, how well the wife will be set up for the rest of her life, that kind of vital information and bankruptcies, which politician didn't pay his taxes, and why businesses close their doors.

I guess for some folks, a florist is like a beautician, you can tell them anything. You can tell them everything -- and many people do. I have never figured out why.

I'll probably have withdrawals not hearing which wealthy woman married which wealthy man, and the really important stuff like who's daughter will have the most expensive debutante dress, what a spoiled brat she is, how much so-and so paid for their car or their mansion, how much they spent on their Christmas decorations and how much those damned bird vases cost. Just kidding.

What I will miss the most, though, is the flowers. They have been a beautiful part of my daily life for forty five years.  Maybe Deidre can bring me some every once in a while from her job. Maybe the drought will end soon and we can resume planting the lovelies in our yards again.

Deidre and I decided to take Seth out of day care and let him stay with me. He'd gotten where he didn't want to go to "school" again, so it was a battle every morning.  It's the path of least resistance. He only has one more year before he'll go to kindergarten, (if he goes) (homeschooling seems more and more probable) so we're gonna spend it together, and keep that daycare money in the family till.

I get up early every morning.  Since I've been off this past three weeks,  the third book in the Kirkland Saga, "When Hell Freezes Over" is moving forward nicely.  I hope to finish it by the end of September or early October.  Then start the polishing and publishing.

Life goes on.  That's good.  I'm happy and I feel relaxed for the first time in a long, long time.

I can live with this. :)


Seth and the Princess Feathers











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