There was an e-mail saying this was the way to have your garage . . . well, if I had the funds to finance those cars then I would be able to have the wherewith all to keep my garage pristine . . . as it is there is a two car garage here but so is there an abundance of son John's belongings from his prior apartments here and there as he moves about from one contract to another in some places not in hailing distance. I spent many an hour 'cleaning' the work bench area only to be unappreciated as how can you work on a clean surface when you like knowing where each item is when it is hidden under some one item or another. I just don't understand how I could bring five children up to know that everything has a place and there is a place for everything. Well, according to "mom" that is, but my children, all but one, are far from organized . . . let's put it this way, they know where everything is, just don't move it, clean it, or box or bottle it . . . ignore is the buzz word and they are happy to put out the sign that says "the garage is off limits to any organized person". I finally got the message and have put myself off limits when it comes to cleaning the garage, but it keeps calling to me, "come clean me, come clean me!" I'm ignoring it when I go inside to get my garden tools but I have to admit it isn't easy. I wish my old friend, Clarence, was back as he made huge cupboards and shelves and even put pan bread boxes between the studs where he kept his nails sorted and easy to find. Come to think of it, he had an area or two filled with cobwebs and spiders and saw dust and all those wondrous things . . . guess I should leave well enough alone and stay out of a man's work place.
I spent some time yesterday afternoon with my clippers. What a sense of satisfaction to cut back the unruly plants that have overgrown due to our fog cover and heavy duty morning dew. It is almost like it has rained in the night. I'm not watering as much this summer as the yellow grass shows but with the rising costs and the invasion of three foot weeds, I don't want to encourage them anymore than I have to. Today, I have to go out and pick up my messes and add one more huge black bag to the pile waiting for a turn in the garbage pail. Last week I jammed on into the garbage pail and sat watching the garbage man shake the life out of the pail trying to get the jammed clippings out. I got another in this week and wonder if it will come out, if not, will I be charged extra if the driver has to get out and remove it by hand? Maybe he will just toss the pail back 'as is' . . . oh dear, that would be a big problem.
So today, a Sunday, a day of rest which I hope you are putting to good use . . . light a candle . . . I lit twenty of them over at the Star of the Sea and it gave light to a very dark alcove and made me smile as I stood there lighting one after the other with YOU in mind, along with those who are ill and for those who are struggling with all kinds of losses. What amazes me the most is how little we actually need to enjoy our world. All the possessions in the world are meaningless if you do not have someone to share them with. I'd like to be out in the kitchen cooking up a big Sunday morning breakfast for you, if you were only close by. Well, you are not, so I'll go and fix some hot sausage, a couple of eggs cooked in the sausage gravy, some rye toast with marmalade and another cup of coffee . . . sounds good to me. Ciao !!! Go to your kitchen and start cooking and think of me. Hugs to all.
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