Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.”
~Langston Hughes, April Rain Song
Vibrant Nature & Blooms: April is defined by the arrival of cherry blossoms, daffodils, tulips, and, according to the Farmers' Almanac, the birth flowers, daisy and sweet pea, symbolizing innocence, love, and gratitude.
The "Opening" Month: Derived from the Latin word aperire ("to open") and associated with Aphrodite, the goddess of love, the month represents the opening of flowers and trees, signifying new life.
Spring Showers & Wildlife: Gentle rains (as described by Langston Hughes) bring blooming landscapes and encourage gardening. It is also a prime time for nesting birds and emerging young wildlife.
A Fresh Start: As the world shakes off winter, April is seen as a time for personal renewal, spring cleaning, and enjoying longer, warmer days
I managed yesterday to get all of my stuff gathered together in some semblance of order to do my Income Taxes yesterday. I don't do them myself. They are far too complicated, but I do need to have everything ready to give to the guy that does my taxes. My income was down by a third last year from the year before. I have already paid 30% off the top of each monthly pay check into my CRA account so hopefully I will have done enough and not have to pay much in addition, if anything. I have my fingers, toes and eyes crossed.
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I managed yesterday to get all of my stuff gathered together in some semblance of order to do my Income Taxes yesterday. I don't do them myself. They are far too complicated, but I do need to have everything ready to give to the guy that does my taxes. My income was down by a third last year from the year before. I have already paid 30% off the top of each monthly pay check into my CRA account so hopefully I will have done enough and not have to pay much in addition, if anything. I have my fingers, toes and eyes crossed.
This is such a stressful time for me. Tax season.
I work so hard all year round. I don't have a lot of time to spend doing the things I would like to do like sewing, painting, etc. I wish I had more time to play, but in all truth by the time I get to mid afternoon and have finished all of my work for the day, I am too tired to play. My brain is toast. I miss the days when I could closet myself in my craft room, put some music on to listen to, and just create.
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Once I get everything ready and handed over to Mr. Accountant, then I will have to get really busy working on my talk for the 26th of April. It is supposed to be about "Love for the One." Quite a broad topic which is making it a bit difficult to pin down. There is so much to explore that I am having a hard time breaking it down into just a 15 minute time slot.
In the end I know I will manage to pull it together, but I find that my brain goes a million miles a minute when I am trying to organize my thoughts. And I find that I am having much more difficulty with that lately. My words don't seem to want to come in the way that I want them to. You have probably noticed that on here. I have had some problems coming up with things to write about and ways to write them. It used to come so easily to me. And I get so easily distracted.
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They are hoping that Eileen will be able to move into an apartment by the 1st of June. At least that is what Eileen told me. I will miss her living with me, for sure. We get along so well, but this is an exciting time for her also. A fresh page.
I hope she will be okay. She will need to get so many things if she is going to be able to build a life for herself in this apartment. I know that she will be purchasing much of the furniture from the girl who has been living there. I think the CSS has funds for that, and there are a few things she can bring from the apartment that she and Tim had. But there is so much more that she will need to purchase somehow and on a very limited income. I hope that I will be in the position to be able to help her. I have a few things that I will be able to give to her, like a dish drainer, etc.
I have seen how much she is going to have to live on and I can tell you that it is not very much at all. They have budgeted her $80 a week for groceries. We all know how far that goes these days. I am going to try to help her get a store cupboard of things in place to start out with. You know, things like flour and rice, etc. It is going to be so hard, but we will somehow muddle through. It is my prayer each night that I live long enough to see her settled and happy.
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She really needs clothing as well. Since she has moved in with me I have given her several pairs of pajamas, underwear, some tops, socks, two pairs of trousers, etc. She had next to nothing. As it is she has only one bra. I really need to go and try to buy her some more bras. It is hard to know the right size.
There is a laundromat across from where she lives, but I think I will make an effort to get her laundry from her several times a week and do it for her. So that I know she is changing her clothes as often as she needs to do. I have noticed that a lot of the developmentally challenged adults don't change their clothes very often and they can smell. I know this is probably because they don't have enough clothing to change into. I have seen it with Eileen. She had basically one pair of pajamas when she came to me and two pairs of socks.
She did manage to buy a zipped sweatshirt hoodie to wear as a jacket the other week at the Salvation Army for $2.
I try not to worry about it, but I can't help it. I guess we will have to wait until she is into the new place and then see what she really needs from there. There is no good to come from me worrying about it all now. I need to put more faith in the man upstairs.
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I have had some really strange dreams this week. I dreamt someone stole my car one night. That was upsetting. Then last night I dreamt my cousin (who hasn't really spoken much to me since I moved back) was visiting me and the phone rang and it was Todd wanting to speak to me from Prison. That was a bit upsetting as well. Dreams are such strange things. I am not a person who can interpret dreams and I am not sure they have much meaning anyways. But I definitely don't want to be getting phone calls from him.
I think these are anxiety dreams.
I always have such vivid dreams. They are like little movies and they often run on all night. The same dream, carrying on no matter how many times I get up to go to the loo.
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It will be a busy weekend this week. Not only is it Easter, but it is also my church's Spring General Conference, which means four hours of talks on each Saturday and Sunday. I can't wait to hear them. I always get so much out of the talks, being well fed spiritually. I love the music which gets shared. I love everything about conference.
I have a medium sized Lindt bunny in my closet with Eileen's name on it. I already gave her a stuffed bunny earlier this month. And I promised to provide Easter Dinner for everyone on Sunday, which I am looking forward to. (Mary Browns Easter Chicken. Why not!)
Eileen will miss going to Tim's moms for a Turkey dinner I know, but even if I were to cook a regular dinner it would be ham. It's always ham for Easter in my house and always has been. My whole life.
What are your Easter food traditions if you have any?
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I was just settling in to sleep the other night when all of a sudden Nutmeg was on my bed and burrowing under the covers nipping at my legs. I always close the bathroom door at night and keep the door between my room and the bathroom open. Only because I often need to get up and go and don't want to wake myself up too much with having to open and shut doors, etc. Somehow the bathroom door hadn't quite latched and the cats had pushed it open and gotten in and then into my bedroom.
They don't bother anyone else who sleeps here. They leave them well enough alone, but me? If they have access to me, they are all over me. I say they, but what I really mean is Nutmeg. He will pester me and pester me. I wish he would just settle and sleep at the end of my bed or whatever, but no . . . he has to try to get into it and then once in he has to bite my legs, my toes, etc.
Hence the locking them out of the bedroom at night. There are four cats in my sister's house and none of them bug her at night. I must have done something wrong.
And with that I will leave you with a thought for the day . . .
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In The English Kitchen today . . . Chicken Crumble Pot Pie. A rich filling of juicy pieces of chicken, and vegetables in a lush gravy, topped with a buttery, crisp, cheesy crumble. Delicious!
I won't be writing tomorrow as Eileen has some blood tests at the hospital really early and I have to get her there for that. Then afterwards I need to take her to the grocery store as she is suppose to buy a bag of frozen corn for this special CSS Easter Dinner they are having tomorrow. Then I need to take her to drop it off and then bring her back to Tim Horton's where she is wanting to hang out until the dinner. They will bring her home afterwards. And I am not sure yet if Glenna is still having the Missionaries over for supper. She wasn't sure on Sunday, so I need to check with her today as I was supposed to bring a lasagna or some such over.
In any case, enjoy your day today and I will be back on Friday. Don't forget!
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