Wednesday this and that . . .

 

 Do you ever have one of those days where you just feel tired?  And I don't mean physically tired, or bone weary  . . .  I mean soul weary.  That is how I feel this morning.  Soul weary.  I am sure I will shake it as the day goes on.  I always do.  Perhaps I just need a change of scenery.

Yesterday was a beautiful day.  Sunny, with a clear blue sky, nary a cloud in sight.  I decided it was time to change our beds to our summer bedding.  Take off the blankets and quilts and move to a duvet which is our summer wear.  I threw open all of the upstairs windows and let the breeze blow through and bring in all of that fresh new air.  I washed everything and hung it out on the line to dry.  I sorted out the spare bedroom, made the beds, aired it out, all in preparation for our guest's arrival on Saturday. I hung clean towels, etc.

I went through the house with Mr Sheen, buffing and puffing and polishing  . . .

 

 We went to the shops and I picked up dog food.   Wainwright's Dog's Best Friend, less fat.  A case of the wet and a huge bag of the dry . . .  for small dogs, because Mitzie doesn't like big things in her mouth, and yes . . .  we cater to her.  But then she gives so much love in return, we don't mind.

While we were out getting the dog food, we stopped at McDonald's and had a hot chocolate. They have changed things in there yet again.  Nothing stays the same.  Whereas when I was young, nothing much changed.  Nowadays nothing stays the same.  I like same.  I am a creature of habit . . .

Sometimes I think I have turned into my mother  . . .  with this love of routine I have.  With this love of sameness . . .  this dislike of change. We always knew what day of the week it was by what was on the dinner table. We did not need a calendar . . . each day also had specific chores.  Like Laundry on Mondays and Fridays . . .  hoovering on Thursdays, shopping and washing floors on Saturdays . . .

I'm not that far gone . . .

yet

...

 Sometimes I sit and wonder about things  . . . like why was I born in the place I was born, and yet others are born into mansions, and then others still again are born into abject poverty.  Is this all by chance?  How did I get to be so blessed to be somewhere in the middle?  Oh yes, I think it is a bit of a curse to have everything you want, without effort.  What do they have to hope for, to reach for . . .  how can you appreciate what you have always had if you have never had less?  Oh, and to never have had anything  . . .  to have to struggle even for one . . . grain . . . of . . . rice.  To always be, feel, desperate.

What a blessing to be

caught somewhere in

the middle

...

 

Even she has no worries.  Everything is always there for her.  A roof.  A cuddle. A safe and warm place to sleep.  Food in her bowl.  Treats.  Love. In abundance.  All of it.   We take so much for granted.   There are many, many in the world who have not even a fraction of this, or of what our dogs/cats/pets have.  Who would gave what little they do have for just a portion of what we take for granted.  That is a humbling thought  . . .

Todd had to go into town to shift some things around, move some money from our savings account into our main account.   I thought, how blessed we are to have savings . . . two years ago we did not have savings.  One year ago, we did not have savings.  Today we have savings.  And even taking some of it out and putting it into our main account, we still have savings.  That's called progress. That is abundance.

I found my brother on messenger and we talked for a bit.  He thinks he finally has a job.  I am so pleased for him.  This is a real answer to prayer.  He has been unemployed for over a year now.  At age 56 that is scary and hard.  But he has remained positive and faithful. God is good.  He is learning to fly.  Seriously.  In a plane.  Nothing to do with his job. He just thought he would like to learn and he is.  Life is too short not to pursue some of your dreams.

I have not painted in months now,

today I need to dig out

my brushes 

...

 I have stories still in me to write, songs yet to sing.  Flowers to smell and rose buds to gather. And yet, sometimes I get afraid that I will never get all the things done that I want to get done before its too late.  I get distracted too easily.  Today I have brownies to bake.  A gift for a Sister Missionary from her Grandmother.   I love to be able to do things like that.  Things like that make me happy. My paint brushes may have to wait another day, or two, or three  . . . we'll see.

So will the change of

scenery

...

A thought to carry with you through the day  . . .

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  sprinkle that stuff everywhere.
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 Spiritual Enlightenment

 

 In The English Kitchen today  . . .  Old Time Chicken Roast.  For some reason Blogger isn't recognising pictures that I have stored in Photo Bucket. Lots of my recipe posts have lost their photos.  I am having to redownload them onto the computer and upload them onto blogger.  This is quite a chore.  This is one of those recipes whose post lost its photos.  But its a delicious recipe worth repeating.  The www is a strange place at times  . . .


Have a great Wednesday whatever you get up to!  Don't forget!


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