Perspectives
Depending on your perspective, this is either an early blog (since I usually post late) or a very, very late blog (since I haven't posted in several days. I prefer the former outlook. Funny, I don't recall that the days ever went by so fast in former years. Weeks can come and go while I am still thinking in terms of hours.
I have a special folder called "Action Files" where I put notes, letters, or other components of things I need to act on. One of my therapists came up with the idea, and it is a great one. I am supposed to work on that folder every Wednesday. I see that it has been over a month since I poked around in there and many of the things are now either too late to do are are badly overdue. That points back to using my planner.
Richard reminded me about my planner the other day, pointing out how many days had no entry and the other days which had been planned but were not checked off, as if I had made the plan for the day then forgot all about USING that plan. He was right. I get started on something, then something else comes to mind and I am up and off doing the new thing, leaving the first task half done and never thinking to look in my planner. Then a third thing gets my attention and I'm going in a new direction... ad nauseum all day long. So at the end of the day I'm tired from being busy all day, yet have not finished one thing. Worse than that, I have left a mess everywhere I went and when I go back to work on any of those tasks again I have no clue where to start nor what I did with the components of what I was working on!
How did I end up going into all that? Oh yes, late (or missing) blogs. Well, today my mind is all over the map. On to another locale.
Richard was at the church Monday measuring an area they might put a fence across. He noticed a house that looked gutted. He took me there yesterday to have a look. The exterior didn't look bad, but the interior had indeed been gutted. He's going to check into the ownership and see if they might want to sell. It brings up Alabama memories... we worked two years there on run down houses we bought. We've still got one of them up for sale.
Well, seems like I've typed a lot and said little. Perhaps this is more of a journal than a blog. In my journals I just wrote whatever, good or bad, not thinking about anyone ever reading what I wrote. But since I've been blogging, I don't seem to journal any more. Interesting, one of my readers said when she read my blogs, she felt like we were old friends just visiting over coffee. I liked that a lot.
So on this rainy April day, I give thanks to God that I am alive in this place and at this time... and I am thankful for you.
I have a special folder called "Action Files" where I put notes, letters, or other components of things I need to act on. One of my therapists came up with the idea, and it is a great one. I am supposed to work on that folder every Wednesday. I see that it has been over a month since I poked around in there and many of the things are now either too late to do are are badly overdue. That points back to using my planner.
Richard reminded me about my planner the other day, pointing out how many days had no entry and the other days which had been planned but were not checked off, as if I had made the plan for the day then forgot all about USING that plan. He was right. I get started on something, then something else comes to mind and I am up and off doing the new thing, leaving the first task half done and never thinking to look in my planner. Then a third thing gets my attention and I'm going in a new direction... ad nauseum all day long. So at the end of the day I'm tired from being busy all day, yet have not finished one thing. Worse than that, I have left a mess everywhere I went and when I go back to work on any of those tasks again I have no clue where to start nor what I did with the components of what I was working on!
How did I end up going into all that? Oh yes, late (or missing) blogs. Well, today my mind is all over the map. On to another locale.
Richard was at the church Monday measuring an area they might put a fence across. He noticed a house that looked gutted. He took me there yesterday to have a look. The exterior didn't look bad, but the interior had indeed been gutted. He's going to check into the ownership and see if they might want to sell. It brings up Alabama memories... we worked two years there on run down houses we bought. We've still got one of them up for sale.
Well, seems like I've typed a lot and said little. Perhaps this is more of a journal than a blog. In my journals I just wrote whatever, good or bad, not thinking about anyone ever reading what I wrote. But since I've been blogging, I don't seem to journal any more. Interesting, one of my readers said when she read my blogs, she felt like we were old friends just visiting over coffee. I liked that a lot.
So on this rainy April day, I give thanks to God that I am alive in this place and at this time... and I am thankful for you.
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