I'm the keeper of an old farmhouse and seeker of old beautiful things to fill her (and then some, lol) Often someone asks just how all this came to be.
So for the curious, the lovers of all things old, those who share my triumphs and tragedies and those thinking of loving an ancient old house I've started to put all it all to word and picture here.
Each morning begins the same I'm gifted (because it's not a given)
A day, a pocketful of hours (24 to be precise) Some I've spent already, on sleep and dreams Necessary. Needed.
Some I'll spend on phone calls, bills, laundry, dishes.
Some days leave upon my steps, just outside my door Challenges, unbidden. Some days, some hours are spent there.
But almost never is there a day when I can not choose How to invest some moments of my day. Hours on some days, moments on others. But never has there been a day where not a single moment is mine to shape. The trick, I've discovered, is choosing wisely, choosing well. Tic-toc-the-unstoppable-clock allows me to decide....
Will I worry? Fret? Be vexed? Be annoyed. Yes, sometimes.
Waste. So often, a waste.
Will I smile? Be kind? If not forgive, at least forget? Count my joys? Yes, sometimes.
I'd not toss money out the window, not leave the outer doors Agape when the heat is running. Nor would I use my white blouse To wipe a grape juice spill. That would be silly.
Yet I'm learning still to be a wise and better overseer of My hours. My days.
I will not have a chance to call 'do-over' on any day once passed. There's always tomorrow - (until there isn't that is....) Note to self: Make better choices, more often With those hours that
Once, every four years, the governmental system pauses. It waits. It listens. It listens to hears our voice. The voice of each of us, counting in the final tally. The system is obliged to hear and honor our choice. Our choice as individuals, as a collective, as a country, as a people.
This is a gift, won and maintained by honor and sacrifice - from the servicemen & women, to those who won the vote for women and minorities, to the diligent efforts of each and every polling staff - standing by, waiting.
Today we each matter, we each carry the honor of the very concept this country was founded upon ~ the freedom to choose, without fear, who will lead our country.
Please, please vote.
PS This just seen online and all I can say is: Go Chrysler! (If only more employers could/would aid the pres. voting process) The auto manufacturer's vice president of