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 ! 

Thy bubble ...

within a bubble ... thy getting things done from others who taught ... at least I remembered the way in doing so ... the carrying on with plans made though adapted to the way life moves through the tech. A lot in change since I became a widow ... not only in my inner self, the change enormous in what is available in the wider world of change in new inventions and affordable mainstream products for the world we live in ... 

Time in remembering a wedding anniversary ...

... for a Mum who tended this grave this week ... 

The array of colour in a good eye of a Mum who once wanted to be a florist ... The paperwork seen of the previous generation again recently in sorting through with a sister of Dads papers. The references and training and studies of a Mum and Dad in their life before and during family life. 

The aged documents of all their dreams and reality in their life together before death did part ...