Tomorrow is Italy

In town, I may be in the wrong mode. The time in preps to keep on board of life. I would rather hibernate. My spirt is restless enough to go and shop now, the twenty four hour opening times we now have. Those who used to stocktake without negating customers.  I will quell the temptation. I do not want to get the cold in my chest, although this would be a good time to join my hubby.  My heaving chest in poorly and sad. It rather full of aches from more emotive times today! 

A day already, after days of appointments very early in the days to check thy health problematic  ... the time for the rest to recover in anyone's days ... now it is dark ... 

Italy

coming to town ... reminds one of our time in Germany 

Early December 2016 

And overlooked

with the different updates on how the blogs are now set in the time line, when you accesss the blog post ... 

A lot await in better way round of dealing with the posts 

The many times in accessing blog data; that one thought wouldn't it be good when it could do that etc!

The simplicity and ease how I like to get things done. 

One has been inundated with opportunities again. The seasonal factors taking up time. And those that work part time. And those learning their way round. 

Again, I will be back on the other side of care and paperwork at times ... while I sift through restoring a life back ... 

Now that I have an insight on that in being the one to wait for nothing to happen or solve at times, and how I was dealt. I have a better understanding being back where I was in the care world. 

An extra hour this week and

... the advent in gain where Lent disclaims. And the hour lost. How it is good to enjoy the moods in seasons vibrant beyond the walls again. And family sarcasm in cynicism in abundance of tease and banter. 

All this was lost. The pick up of strands which will happen again shortly. The more anew time from old. At a forthcoming special family meal in celebration.  A very busy time for me though, a phase through and past the past into the selection ... too ... 

The conflicts in a kitchen of home crafts. Or time spent with giving respite. The hub of time in those in the community alone though not here ... in coffee mornings, afternoon tea and a Sunday dinner .... or just make homemade soup and bread together and eat.. 

There is one such person, somewhere who just might just enjoy this time. 

I currently have an empty room better served in time spent for others to enjoy, not filled with goods! 

I have already thought of a room for a donation making circle to produce goodies to sell at the forthcoming seasonal fairs .... just as once in days past ... 

Reverse Advent Calendar

a lovely idea ... collare daily items for a food hamper and then donate to a food bank at the end.

I have already seriously thought in further expanding what I do currently. The constant training needed in what I do. I like the combination currently of interaction and online. I had a little time out though when I was diverted with health issues ... 

And do I volunteer with things or people? The further stretch on in my capacity to give my time! But first ... another little taster of charity and vocational skills later this year? 

The blinking green

light of the gas boiler system telling me it was down ... The clocks stopping and a new TV remote with a mind of its own. The gremlins in the systems. And the general upkeep of maintenance... 

The oodles of over collecting and muddles of a time intermix. The needed gone. The unneeded left. And paperwork to get through. While all around and since getting on top of it all. 

The initial time never not talked about. How on earth did I function in that initial transition has always been beyond me ?

And the next phase in ruthless and more ruthless to the point of behaviour of those who hate detest and abhor clutter ...

And the adjustment time in behaviour from the rip out of a home, a death, a empty nest, the peri menopausal symptoms, a skin infection, stress in droves, and the stuff I don't talk about 

The wonder with the why ? !

the extremes of the moods ... I once that in those stupid times said as much, again this fell on flitting ears ... The swift life in virtual now in reality of little to be said let alone done by some whose own mind is elsewhere too !