Go rest high on that mountain,
Girl your work on earth is done!
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Look for the Father and the Son..........
Mary Bell Bartholomew Shea
June 16, 1945
November 13, 2013
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Thursday, November 14, 2013
Sunday, April 15, 2012
It's 4 in the morning and once more the dawning.....
It seems like I do my very best thinking early in the morning. The clarity with which I can see the world at 3:30 or 4:00 AM is almost blinding. My house is a wreck. I thought it was Bret and Amanda that were the messy ones, but I have since discovered that it is I! There is no one here but me and these animals and yet the place looks like it was struck by a hurricane, and it very well could have been. So yesterday I decided it is time to take control of the situation. I decided that I spend way to much time on this computer, so I am going to limit the social aspect of the Internet. I have lost contact with several of my "e buddies" so there is no reason to keep copies of our correspondence.
So, first goes the guy from Vermont or where ever he was actually from. Idle curiosity made me weigh that file. One and one half pounds! That is a lot of paper wasted. I thought about reading it, but opted to just toss it in the recycle bag. I do confess I may have leaked a little tear on that one, but life goes on. I am sure the demise of that friendship was all his fault. Then I picked up the one from Gino. But he is still my friend. We correspond on a very irregular basis, but I know he is there. Niagara Falls. I will probably drop him a line this week. But Wayne, Steve, and the interminable list of "one week stand's" are lost to me. I do keep my little Amy in a special file on the computer and I will not lose touch with her. Alex is a 3 minute job a couple times a week. So my butterfly days are over. Unless somebody really interesting pops up on the horizon.
Now eBay. That is a vital part of my livelihood, so that has to stay. But I will henceforth hold myself to a schedule. I will do all my listing in the evening from 4-6. I will still answer questions through the day when they arise. I will do the packing and mailing thing early in the afternoon so it can go in the mailbox by 4. This will work very well except when eBay surprises me with free listings or penny listings. So I have to add, unless eBay changes my pattern.
The blogs will be taken care of early in the morning. Like now. I will stop rambling and keep them short and concise! I will keep a list beside the desk of things I want to write about. And I will adhere to that list. Unless something comes up that I really must address like a spider making a web over there in the window on the outside and I am afraid it will come inside so I have to watch it.
Oh, and then there is the yard to maintain, geese to take care of, garden to till and plant, seed catchers to make, newsletters to write, people to take care of, visitors to entertain, cookies to make, dogs to walk, lunch with Phyllis, and that nap thing in the afternoon. I guess we will just see how commited I am to this getting a handle on things. First I better make a list. And get ready, Lisa, Dorothy, Tina, and Tommy, because I am going to tell secrets on your mother in the very near future. I just been thinking about her and this will make you laugh!
Well, surprising as it may seem, I have once more gotten off track. So I am going to get with the program and take 2 steps over to that desk and throw away the floppy disks I have been saving since 1994. I will make you proud!
So, first goes the guy from Vermont or where ever he was actually from. Idle curiosity made me weigh that file. One and one half pounds! That is a lot of paper wasted. I thought about reading it, but opted to just toss it in the recycle bag. I do confess I may have leaked a little tear on that one, but life goes on. I am sure the demise of that friendship was all his fault. Then I picked up the one from Gino. But he is still my friend. We correspond on a very irregular basis, but I know he is there. Niagara Falls. I will probably drop him a line this week. But Wayne, Steve, and the interminable list of "one week stand's" are lost to me. I do keep my little Amy in a special file on the computer and I will not lose touch with her. Alex is a 3 minute job a couple times a week. So my butterfly days are over. Unless somebody really interesting pops up on the horizon.
Now eBay. That is a vital part of my livelihood, so that has to stay. But I will henceforth hold myself to a schedule. I will do all my listing in the evening from 4-6. I will still answer questions through the day when they arise. I will do the packing and mailing thing early in the afternoon so it can go in the mailbox by 4. This will work very well except when eBay surprises me with free listings or penny listings. So I have to add, unless eBay changes my pattern.
The blogs will be taken care of early in the morning. Like now. I will stop rambling and keep them short and concise! I will keep a list beside the desk of things I want to write about. And I will adhere to that list. Unless something comes up that I really must address like a spider making a web over there in the window on the outside and I am afraid it will come inside so I have to watch it.
Oh, and then there is the yard to maintain, geese to take care of, garden to till and plant, seed catchers to make, newsletters to write, people to take care of, visitors to entertain, cookies to make, dogs to walk, lunch with Phyllis, and that nap thing in the afternoon. I guess we will just see how commited I am to this getting a handle on things. First I better make a list. And get ready, Lisa, Dorothy, Tina, and Tommy, because I am going to tell secrets on your mother in the very near future. I just been thinking about her and this will make you laugh!
Well, surprising as it may seem, I have once more gotten off track. So I am going to get with the program and take 2 steps over to that desk and throw away the floppy disks I have been saving since 1994. I will make you proud!
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