
That’s what I have been doing for the last few months… or at least it sure feels that way. It’s not a complaint… merely an observation. I fully appreciate the ebb and flow of life and this is most definitely a case of the latter. Where ebbs go it really not a bad one… just feels a little too sedentary for my liking.
Yet, in an odd way the glow of promise up ahead seems more radiant than it has been for a while. Its not like I’ve been shuffling in a stupor all this time (OK… maybe some) but stuff is getting done. Admittedly at a somewhat laid back pace but the pile of accomplishments do seem to be growing. Mostly little “fix-its” around the homestead… and doing so only inspires more ambitious projects down the line.
The ideal of course is to attempt straddling the “catch-up” pile and the “forge ahead” one simultaneously. A tricky proposition at best and a dodgy one at worst. Staying exclusively on either one only gives rise to the frustration from the “one step forward and two steps back” syndrome. I would rather be heading somewhere than nowhere… so, for now I will take a page from the tortoise and work the slow and steady ethos.
Here is hoping that this Thursday is a rewarding one for all of us.

Change is both inevitable and constant. I’m not saying anything new here… experience will tell us that. Sometimes it is a slight shift and at others it will involve something more dramatic. Though most give lip service to the “change is constant/good/”, etc… few really deal with it with any kind of grace. More often than not we will only go kicking and screaming into this “disaster” simply because we are creatures of habit… even the more destructive ones that will eventually drown us.
… OK, not in a Sonny & Cher kinda way but with stuff to do, etc. Never a boring moment around here. Plus the huge annual city street clean-up (sometimes known as dump your crap on the street week) is taking place on Thursday. Yay! It’s amazing the stuff we accumulate, isn’t it? Yard sales also remind me of this fact.


… you find that everything is clipping along… some days it just doesn’t. I had one of the latter variety yesterday. Nothing was moving. It was like being stuck on a small rudderless sailboat with nary a wisp of air on a glassy ocean. The thing that made it frustrating is that I knew that I was the problem. The mind was just not engaging as if a inordinate amount of rust had accumulated overnight bringing everything to a standstill.
… with the nip of coolness in the air when I can’t help but wonder about what lies ahead. For the most part I live in the present doing what needs to be done and chugging along. This does not mean I don’t have goals & ambitions… I do. But the need to make those long term plans is not something I was particularly good at.