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MONDAY RAINS

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I am not sure I can stay coherent and awake enough to have a conversation. I fell dead asleep sitting up after lunch. Good thing I had finished my cuppa first. The rain has eased but it sure poured and came down hard for awhile. Our rain barrels and water buckets are full and overflowing. I hope that the slipper gourd and sweet pea that I had just planted in the community garden will survive the downpour. It sure is a strange summer and weather. We had scorching heat on Saturday followed by hail storms on Sunday. Lucky the hail bypassed us. It must be hard to be a farmer nowadays.

I’ve fallen a little behind on the Yellow Daisy Index Card a Day Challenge. The prompt for yesterday was selvedge. Today it is ouija board. It is difficult to get excited about those prompts when my eyelids weigh a ton. Wait, the sky is lighting up a bit. The rain has stopped. Maybe a few minutes of shuteye will help. Why fight it? The laundry is hung. I could get the dishwasher going. The rhythmic sound will be like a lullaby and it won’t let me sleep long. I’ll be killing 2 birds with one stone.

I sure took a long nap. It is 10 o’clock Tuesday morning. The sun did a sudden showing through some dark clouds. Have I already uttered how strange our world is? It is so – totally. We had flooding in various areas of the city from the downpour yesterday. We were lucky that we were spared though one of my musk melons almost drowned being planted in a hole-less pot. Who would have thought given our past years of hot dry summers. I tried to empty the pot by tipping it onto its side. I got a lot of the water out but my plant was in danger of falling out with it. The pot is holed now. I hope the melon will survive.

Napping was the best thing for me yesterday. It’s been a long time that I’ve given in to not fighting against not doing anything. It was so delicious. I might repeat it today. I found another John Grisham novel on my book shelf I haven’t read – The Rainmaker. I could easily spend the rest of the day immerse in it. But I won’t. I’m always in danger of being addicted to one thing. It has a way of getting me off track. I can easily become a couch potato and spend my day reading, reading and more reading. I must push myself up, make another cuppa, have a snack and resume working on my index card painting. Now I am 3 days behind.

SATURDAYS & SHEBA

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August 1, another Saturday. 10 weeks since Sheba’s left this world. Time and life seem strange in this Covid-19 times. Perhaps we are more alert, paying more attention to what is here now. No more Saturday morning swims for this year. I can go swimming on weekdays. I have to book a week ahead. Only 8 people allow in the pool at a time for lane swimming. I will wait for now. There’s my morning bike rides and work in the gardens. Today I am working on decluttering my head and my desks.

I’m learning that everything takes time. What a surprise, eh? It’s already after 11 am. I’ve cleared off and dusted desktops and watered the plants. What a mess! I have to stop painting here or clean up right after. Ridding dried acrylic paint splashes on the iMac, glass surfaces and everything else is a chore. And why can’t I clean my brushes right after instead of leaving them in the dirty water? So many bad habits. No wonder my brain is like scrambled eggs. All the paper stuff are in a big box – to be sorted later.

It is a new day and a new month. I get a new chance to do better. I’m making time to gather my thoughts and energy to take another step forward. Surprising how those aha moments come to light the way when I stop, breathe and have a look. All I get when I rush around is confusion and reaction. What I want is calmness and thoughtfulness. It will give me time to be aware of what is going on. Time well spent leads to life well lived.

As you can see, I haven’t been rushing around. It is Monday night and I’m still working on this post. I wonder what happened to the rest of Saturday and Sunday. Well, at least my desk is still clean and somewhat orderly. I haven’t been here to mess it up. The truth is I’ve been caught up in Netflix’s TV series, Bloodline. I’ve been binge watching weekend nights. I’m up till 1 am. It’s no wonder I’m not too spry or impassioned to write.

It’s not a bad thing. It’s a break from my routine. A change is as good as a rest which is what I did this afternoon. I rested. I had a nap. I’ve been like an energized bunny all these years. I’m not fast but I’m doing something all the time. I seldom nap. I seldom do nothing. I’m always reading something. Mostly it is on my devices. My attention span will not allow me to hold a book for long. The things that happen when we scroll and scroll.

I’m adapting to life without the physical Sheba, without our walks and romps in the park. It’s ok. There are bike rides to the community garden. There’s the work in the yard and garden. I’m as busy as ever and she is always with me somehow. The house is easier to maintain. I don’t have to sweep and vacuum the floor every day. No more endless dog hair.

It’s getting late. I heard the pitter patter of a few raindrops. Then it stopped. I should stop, too. I’m calling an end to my useless mutterings.

TRUE CONFESSIONS

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I have to confess that I am having a difficult time with everything lately.  Perhaps it is because I am right on the cusp of RETIREMENT.  My life is going to change.  The word CHANGE is enough to scare the beejees out of anyone.  Maybe I need to change the way I talk to myself….the things I tell myself, the words I use.

Then, there is the weather.  I am sure that I can feel every drop in the atmospheric pressure.  I feel every shadow of each cloud as they pass over the sun.  It is no fun to feel your heart in your mouth.  I think I would prefer my foot.  Well, I can still joke.  That is something.

So this guy suggest that I surround myself with white light.  Then I could enjoy whatever energy is around.  That is a lovely thought…to enjoy whatever there is.  It is what I try to do when I embrace heavenly chi.  I hold this protective shield around me.  Seeing it in my mind’s eye makes me feel better already.  Letting the words fall from my fingers eases the fear.  Sometimes I drop out and nap like Sheba if I can. Escapism is not a bad thing.

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Vulnerability is not a bad thing either.  How else can God know what you need if you don’t tell?  I know he is all knowing and all that, but he is a busy fellow.  He has a large flock.  Sometimes all he needs is a whisper.  Other times you have to scream.  OVER HERE, GOD!

Screaming definitely makes me feel better, even if it is only in print.  It releases my stagnant chi.  My chest is relaxed and I can breathe.  Maybe now I can find that notice to renew my license plate.  It is due tomorrow.  I will find it.  I am not behind.  I have time.  Sit, stay and dine.  Everything is copacetic.

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