Monday This and That

We plant seeds that will flower as results in our lives, so best to

remove the weeds of anger, avarice, envy, and doubt,

that peace and abundance may manifest for all.

Dorothy Day

My weekend was fairly quiet.  On Saturday I made a quick trip to my favorite fruit stand. Didn't get to go shopping for Halloween decorations as I was literally running in between the raindrops.  Summer fruits are thinning out now.  I did by some dinosaur plums, sugar plums, huge black grapes, and some lichee fruit.  My Asian client suggested I try the lichee fruit because of their health benefits, and I will say, they were pretty good.  

Some very strong storms blew through the area later in the evening, ushering in the cooler air. Woke up on Sunday and was finally able to open the windows and let the air blow through the house.  A touch of Autumn is in the air...but will it last?  That is the question. Summer just doesn't seem to want to let go.

Weather is a great metaphor for life — sometimes it's good, sometimes it's bad, and there's nothing much you can do about it but carry an umbrella.

Terri Guillemets

On Friday, I came home from work to discover hubby had been trying to 'improve' my keyboard.  A one-fingered typist, he can never remember where the letters are so, when the letters fade away, he is lost.  So, while I was at work on Friday, he decided to engrave the letters on with a heated nail.  Then his plan was to fill in the engravings with marker. Needless to say, it didn't work out as planned and the keyboard was ruined.  The "a" button had to be pressed down several times to get it to work and several other much used buttons were a mass of melted, then dried, plastic which hurt your fingers when you tried to use them.  I guess you know where he was on Saturday.  Yup, he was sent to get me a new keyboard.  Now, he is talking about putting cellophane over the keys. He says that is what the store clerk told him.  I guess it's better than melting them.

Have you ever noticed how much harder it is to get up than when you choose to get up. I do love my early morning hours of darkness. I keep the lights off, pull the curtain aside, and sip my coffee as I look out over my courtyard waiting for the sun to rise. My neighbor's windows are all dark and silence prevails. It is only me and the the silence of the night time world. But, awaiting the dawn is a part of my early days at work.

On my late days, I usually go back to sleep until about 7:30. I have found that if I get up at my usual time, I either spend hours performing chores about the house, thus wearing myself down before it is time to even get ready for work.  Or, I end up lounging about, reading, and rocking, and by the time it is time to leave, I am just too comfortable to get up and go. So I use my late days to catch up on my rest. 

But, it seems that when 7:30 rolls around, I have to drag myself out of the bed. I just hate to leave the comfort of my dreams. Yet, I will go to bed on a Friday or Saturday night, prepared to sleep half the day away, but I find myself rising at 7:30 and feeling quite refreshed. I'm wondering if this is psychosomatic. Is it because I know I don't have to go to work?

Speaking of work, I guess it's about time to get this day started.  

And remember:

If you see a friend without a smile; give him one of yours.

Proverb