do not wash out dog dishes,  do not think to throw paper plates upside down in the trash so the food is not open-faced for the next person to view the remains. They will always manage to take something new and turn it into a used object that sees less time than perhaps it could have with a bit of care.  There are those who will lick their fingers while making cookies each time they spoon dough onto the cookie sheet and laugh at other people’s misfortune of being adopted and raised by people who did nothing to teach them manners and restraint, who look at others as less than and do not want some to gain in material goods because to do so puts them ill at ease with themselves in some manner.

There are also people who cancel out all things above, practicing neatness, manners, and good will in these and other areas. 

Hope is still alive.  

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Worker Bee…

June 13, 2017

Typing is my livelihood these days. Sitting eight to nine hours a day discovering people’s names, addresses, phone numbers, and other bits and pieces of their lives brings me a paycheck. If told I had to recall them and their information outside of the few minutes it takes to send it into “the system”, as I lovingly call it, I would be hard pressed. A blur of names and ages run across my eyes and fingers like lightening bugs on a hot Southern evening. Flitting and darting until the papers are finished and laid down only to pick up another set and repeat. The sterile manner in which I see this information is much like today’s society.  Removed from a Mayberry landscape where everyone knows when you sneeze to a screen where millions of words, numbers, and symbols pop up and join the cyber highway to …where? 

Personally, I like taking the slow backroads. You know, the two lanes where trees shade the car and all kinds of shadows hammer on the exterior as you drive leisurely by individual homes rather than  “little boxes” as the song says…and so on that note I tip my water to a slow summer…

 

my chair, a child’s stool where my arms rest on either leg as I type. My life is in re-adjustment at the moment. For eight months and one week the days have been forty hours. This is the third day into the 24 hours-are-mine-mode. This morning around ten a.m. the decision was made to stop by a local business that had advertised via the internet. No internet apps or calls it said. Stop by in person.

Walking into the cool metal building I was suddenly aware that four heads jerked up, staring as if I were an intruder in a jungle setting. The look on their faces and the feeling that permeated the air signaled DANGER, INTERLOPER, RRRRRRRR…just like an unhappy cat. While they continued to stare without a hint of smile on their lips or eyes, I asked were applications still being accepted. Scanning each face, my purpose was to let them know I was open to dealing with any of the four. One finally murmured, “Yeah, I think they are…” Someone walked across and pushed the application sheets and gave me a pen. My gut feeling indicated drama in this place. Setting down, the application was short, which was great considering I wanted to do this as fast as possible and skee-daddle. Not in a long time have I felt THAT much wariness from the female sector. You would’ve thought I’d asked could I date their boyfriend or husband. Which would’ve been hilarious since I could be their mother for sure, probably one or two, their GRANDmothers.

After squinting to read the sections, (no way was I going back to my car for glasses) thankfully a male walked in and standing up, I offered the application into his hand with his response of, ” I’ll give it to him”…I thanked him, opened the door and exited the estrogen dominated chokehold.  

I think I heard a faint noise after the door closed…I’ll bet they have their own in-house shredders…if you know what I mean…RRRRRRR…

 

 

 

Warm Coats…

January 5, 2017

Were a given in childhood. Having no car we walked everywhere we went except for the occasional bus or taxicab ride…and whenever we rode with relatives. 

This year my ‘nice’ coat is being used. The coat was purchased six to eight years back and barely worn. I slipped it on one day and realized that it was a reminder of when my mother, sibling, and I traveled to and fro in our walkabout lives of yesteryear. A pretty fuchsia color with three large black buttons, it covers me well from the cold and wind as I make my way across parking lots from my car to varied buildings and purposes. As a child/teen, our coats were bought by Mama. J.C. Penney’s and Sears and Roebuck were the usual stores. Once, my father bought me one from Magic Mart. The only coat he ever purchased for me. I still remember it to this day. Brown with fur (synthetic?) around the collar, enlongated buttons instead of round, with little loops to fasten them.

Mama was the constant of everything in our lives including our coats. 

She made sure they fit and were well made, knowing they would need to shield us from the winter bite. Mittens, gloves, and hats were also purchased with money that she earned. We were a little family with limited resources, but it was never a question whether or not we would be properly attired for the winter. Mama did it. Without a coat drive, without a GoFundMe page, without a newsmedia story, without a sob story to co-workers…she did it with resolve…that came from God…and He ALWAYS MADE A WAY. 

I long for those days. Days of discipline and order. Days when people like my mother knew how to do things and did not relinquish to ‘experts’ on every single aspect of their lives. I long for them more and more. 

My coat keeps me warm…and so do the memories of my mother’s love…not through empty words, but through deeds. 

The End Is Near…

December 26, 2016

and a new year is upon us. The past couple weeks have brought opportunity for the ending of some situations/people that have been in my life for a while. One is no longer there and with it comes an understanding that I cannot go against the nature of people. This  part applies to both people but within different situations. One is still around in a different context…and unless the laws of nature are either kind or cruel, depending upon how you look at it, it is most likely not a lengthy stay. Understanding to let go of what others do and think and let them be who they are has been a light in my soul. It does not mean that I don’t wonder about how or why they think and do what they do. For me it means that it is no longer my self-imposed burden to figure this out. Certainly I ponder, but it is so much easier to let go and just accept that no matter what I think they are within their own world and that is the only place they can be. We are all in the same boat. Going through life in our appointed times and plans until we are taken into the next realm. No one walks the same path. Someone told me  that we must all follow our own path…and I think they are right. We cannot follow another one, as I truly believe it is all laid out. Both time and chance happen, as the Bible states, but…we are mortals and the time and chance is that which God has ordained and knows about from the beginning. It is we who see through a glass darkly, not Him. We are as He has made us. Some will disagree with me on this and that is your own business to do so, but the Scriptures point this out from what I’ve read, but as I always say, search them for yourself. 

These things have put me on a new course for the coming year. Seeing what things lie in store for me in this season of my life. Knowing that it is not a selfish thing to do so, because I am really all I have in terms of my life. No one, no matter how much I love them can do anything for me to the point of figuring our my life. It is a personal thing. Many years I allowed myself to be tossed to and fro from the opinions and expectations of others. When I realized what had happened it was too late. For my youth. Not all things were bad, but oh how much gain would I have now in matters if I’d had the confidence to step up and out and do some things I wanted? I’ll never know in this world. And then I think…He knows it all. He made me as I am. I am here today typing these words to let both myself and you know that God is in control. 

 In truth, I have no idea if I would’ve been better off if I had done one thing differently, but I know that it is a strong feeling that God has been with me every step of the way. Through loneliness, anger, despair, unthankful, without faith, and every other emotion and actions that humans have. 

I’m looking ahead now. In hope, in faith, and most of all, knowing that God knows it all, from beginning to end with my life. And I accept that. 

Hoping each one has a safe and Happy New Year.

The Correct Tools..

December 15, 2016

Can make all the difference in life. Whether in housework, love, or career the availability and use of them can make things go a lot smoother. 

For years I’ve hated mopping floors. Each time, I’d always think…need to buy one.Three weeks ago on impulse I bought one. The model is plastic in every sense, but my outlook has changed dramatically. The first time I put the mop head in the wringer and did the twist the world of floors became less dreadful for me. To think I wasted all that time just because I didn’t go ahead and make the purchase. 

Love is a bit trickier than floors. You cannot purchase something that will instantly make you successful in this area.  Love comes from an intimate place, one that is personal and unique to every individual. There are things that can help you move towards it in the form of being friendly and open with those to whom you would like to love whether in friendships or romantic notions. You can use these ‘tools’ to further your chances in this area.

Tools are essential for careers in the sense of responsibility, drive, direction, cooperation, and integrity . Integrity is a tool because it is a self-instilled action that will reflect overall results in one’s  business whether as employee or employer. 

Having the correct tools can make all the difference, whether in our personal world or the world in general.  Lets learn to acquire the right tools and utilize them to build the best of both worlds. 

Fall Back…

November 5, 2016

The time goes back to God’s time as we in the South say. It leaves you feeling cozy and wanting to be at home when the sun goes into an early sleep. 

Netflix’s “The Crown” is the current show I’m watching at my leisure. Having watched three episodes and being pleased, means I have several more to go within the world of beautiful and cultured things. The dress and formal manners (at least in public) are enough to keep me interested if all goes as I hope. People had dignity and manners for the most part in that era. The problems were there, but the everyday hum of civility kept things in a perspective that we could use today. Real tableware, hairstyles that took some thought, and dress that presented the wearer in a favorable light are all appealing in this shabby world. 

“Philadelphia”, starring John Wayne, Randolph Scott, and Marlene Dietrich is another good one. Actually, I’ll need to see this one in its entirety as it was already on when I turned on the station. Again, the dress and hairstyles were encouraging for those of us who are tired of tee shirts and slovenly clothing. There is nothing wrong with dressing for the situation you are in, but there is something to wonder about when it involves non caring. 

The daily calendar I have on the kitchen windowsill had a most interesting passage . To paraphrase: When looking to your future generation(s), remember that good morals are not hereditary.

Teaching is very important…even then all do not adhere; but if you don’t try, there will be none for certain. The things of today are the result of long term neglect and silence in many areas. 

I sit and watch the shows and think..maybe, just maybe the reason they are shown and are gaining popularity is because we are realizing the fallow ground needs to be plowed, needs to be re-seeded and watered to bring forth a new and thriving crop of people. Those who will stand tall and not let the weeds of corruption and slovenly habits continue to choke out the best we can be here on this earth with whatever time God has given us.

 

 

 

 

Fall Thoughts…

October 1, 2016

October is here and the backyard is crunchy. Skies are no longer the light summer hues, but a richer tone of blue and pink in the early morning. Constant reminders of the new season are shown on media and everyone longs for cooler weather. Me…I’m enjoying this season a day at a time. Some days are still warm and a few have teased with the coolness that will soon come to take up residence. The door decoration is an upside down umbrella bursting with fall leaves and sunflowers. Everything in nature sits quietly, like when you first lie down in the comfort of your bed.  Little rabbits still scamper across the yard in early morning darkness, but soon they will be snuggled in their haven to wait for warmer times. This is a time that I like to simply be, taking in colors and smells of the changing landscape. A morning mist over the field close to my house reminds me that I am kin to those ancients of Ireland and Scotland and this is my own version of the moors. The closest one I’ll probably ever see. But it’s in my bones…and in my heart. It’s who I am. Enjoy the season. Live in the season. It will do you good.

Two Days…

August 23, 2016

and I’ll be another year older. Life has been one long day. That is all it can be. We don’t live in weeks, months, or years. Each day we walk this earth  and then it becomes another and so on. Calendars track the time and our bodies change during the long day’s walk. One day we will be gone from here. When I leave it is my hope that it will have been of benefit to someone. Some or one…either is acceptable.

Clear Monday…

July 11, 2016

Not blue skies, but rather mind clutter. Sometimes it is good for one to decide enough is enough. Pity parties are good on a minuscule note, as you can see what you want to change concerning your life. It is not a party to which you want to retain a standing invitation.

You are your best friend. You will never ever have another person travel with you on this earth as closely as yourself. There in the sunshine, rain, cool mornings, lazy afternoons, lunch hours, early morning hours when no one is there…you are.

You are enough. Feel your feelings. Think your thoughts. Love yourself. 

KJV Matthew 22:39… Thou shalt love thy neighbor  AS THYSELF.  

Understand, this is the second commandment that Jesus told to the questioner when asked what the great commandments were. The first being, “Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. 

On these TWO commandments hang ALL the law and the prophets. 

Notice He said, “thou shalt”, not “thou shouldest” on BOTH of these. 

Go read it for yourself. Think about it. Study it. 

Matthew 22: 36-40