And So It Goes

Ancient Direction Stone North South East West
 

No matter how you chart your course
Navigate your life

Live your days

At some point

At some time

You'll hurt someone
Disappoint someone
Leave someone feeling let down or betrayed....

 

The best choice for you
May feel like the worst choice to them

 

Opinions

Clash

Collide

Conflict

Confound

 

Needs

Are so very individual

Unique

Variable

Unexplainable

Unfathomable

To anyone but the person feeling them, living them

Seeking to fulfill them

 

And so it goes....

 

To choose for the needs of others?

Or for your heart?

No right, no wrong

 

Lots of guilt

Sometimes anger

 

Still the dance goes on...
Sometimes a waltz in 4/4 time
Sometimes to a syncopated (and fractured) beat

 

It's best to strive to see the other shore
No matter which side you currently stand upon

 

And at the end of each day if you can say
You caused no intentional harm

Even while doing what you knew you had to do

For your own self

Then, I suspect

Fate and Karma

Will understand

 

It's getting other humans to do the same
To agree to disagree
To set aside their indignation

At your refusal of their version of 'right'
That presents the

Difficulty

And

Challenge

 

And so it goes.....

Cart Riding Cart Hanging Spouses?!

 

I've been madly sorting, ledgering, editing pictures and doing last sweep
organizing as I near bringing the Old Girls' BARN Etsy Shop

into a state of actual 'being'

(vs my ongoing threatening gestures toward its grand opening, lol)

 

Amid the organizing I discovered some inexpensive yet useful
rolling cart canvas drawers.
Perfect!
Perfect aside from my needing to assemble them
with the included tool!(as the boxes cheerfully proclaimed.....)

 

Truth be told, they were easier than some

I've put together over the years.

But these gave me an honest to goodness out loud laugh
when I glanced at the instructions

(you know after I had the first one together and had a piece left - oops) .

If you haven't read the directions in the pic abovedo so now...

 

Yep, I just HAD to take a pic and share it all with you :-)
**And of course warn you about those troublesome spouses!**

(who knew they exhibit such zany behavior)?
(who knew it happened so often

 - apparently -

as to warrant an actual printed  warning ?!!??

 

Just too funny

 

There's lost in the translation
There's confused translation
Then there's the
Huh???

in a translation, lol

 

 

Equinox Tomorrow!

I know, I know, you are dying to discover where I found
the yellow blow-up chick! (not! lol)
But really, how could I resist him?

No leaves on the trees yet but the other day I caught
sight of ground with no snow and a shadow (sun!) before the

gray and snow returned.

 

Soon everything will look as cheerful as yellow chick!

Spring Cleaning

Closet Sorting

Window Washing
Spring Cleaning
(even if outside it doesn't seem to know it's Spring, lol)

 

Happy Monday

Ain't it the truth?

  Again and again I am reminded

of one of the simple complexities

that is the key to living life well:

"Some luck lies
 in not getting
what you thought you wanted
but getting what you have,
which once you have got it
you may be smart enough to see
 is what you would have wanted
had you known". 

Garrison Keillor

OR

As the Rolling Stones lyrics wisely mention  :-)

'You can't always get what you want,
no, you can't always get what you want
but if you try sometimes
 you just might find,
you get what you need'

IT'S A GREAT LIFE (if you don't read forwards lol)

 There are days when I wonder why I am (not if I am lol) so neurotic...

The news did its part till I simply stopped watching it. No weather alert app either!

I'm decluttering (well, sort of - for me anyway). Love love LOVE my things, but
I'm far more discerning in regard to what stays and what's allowed in (well, mostly) :-)

Then the other day I discovered another culprit of anxiety - the 'warning' emails.
I know in my heart, mind and soul they are sent with the best of intentions - but
as I was weeding thru my emails I was amazed to see all the beware in my in-box! (I think I could hear Robbi the robot chanting 'danger Will Robinson, DANGER')***

Here are a few of my favorites as I was deleting my way thru them:
1) No lemon slices in my water/tea - worry over bacteria on the lemons
2) No sitting on any hotel bedspreads - when were they (ever) washed????
3) No handshaking with drivers - seems some pick nose when driving.
4) No touching the bottom of any purse! Could've sat on a public toilet floor.
5) No licking envelopes, and wipe all food cans! Rat poo in the glue & on cans.
6) No deodorants? (not going without, but now I worry, lol) possible carcinogen.
7) No longer do I chug a cold Coca Cola without thinking it removes toilet stains.
8) No more cling wrap in the microwave-causes seven kinds of cancer.
9) No using a public toilet - a big snake could be under the seat and bite my butt.
10) My favorite? If I don't tell at least 500,000 people all these things (via email forward) in 46.2 minutes a pigeon with diarrhea will hover over me at noon tomorrow afternoon and not only poo on me but also deposit the fleas from 120 alpachas on my body giving me Lyme disease.

Sigh......

THIS JUST IN! 

Keep your toothbrush in the kitchen because email says

that toilet water splashes six feet from the toilet.

 

~~~~

To be honest, some of what comes via email
in fact some of these above :-) are worth considering.
But for sure too much 'careful' can kill ya (from worry)
just as surely as not being careful will, lol

 

So tell me, what's you're favorite 'email-forwarded-be-careful' alert?

 

 

Monday Muse-Day

It's been ages since the last Monday Muse-Day!

So it's time :-)
Those who've joined in before, jump in!
Those who haven't? Read on below the image for the story...
PS I know I cheated a bit by adding a caption to the images
but I just couldn't resist, lol...

 

    Six random pictures

from the homestead, picked today

Do they whisper something to you?

Will you share here what they say?!

~~~

Monday Muse-Day is really just
a bit of wool gathering, a bit of fun :-)

If you'd like to join in, share a single word

(the first that comes to mind or otherwise)

that you think of when you see this picture montage....

Just One word.
(or more if you prefer)!!!

Perhaps a single word from a book or poem title?

Or one word snipped from a memory, or an impression, or emotion.

Easy Peasy - Just One Single Word.

I hope you'll join in and leave your "word" in the comments

on this, the next Monday Muse-day !

(PS Subscribe to comments to see everyones word, including mine

which I leave later in the week so as not to influence anyones first impression)



When I Am No Longer Young

I wish I could credit the exact origin of this story.  I wish I could tell you if it's true (I hope it is).  Sadly, both are unknown to me. It arrived at my inbox via an email forward (something I  pay little if any attention to and are most allways immediately deleted)  A rare few gain a quick glance at best. This is one of those rare few.  It is meaningful. It speaks of and about a part of our society I think is terribly ignored, and undervalued. People of 'age'.  In this country the 'no longer young' are often treated as invisible at best and valueless at worst. I have seen them treated so by strangers, by family, by merchants, by service providers. By anyone who cares not to consider that, one day, they too will be 'of age' seeking and hoping for the gifts of consideration, patience, and kindness... 
Issy      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

From a New York Taxi Driver:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. ‘Just a minute’, answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.
After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90′s stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940′s movie.  By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.  There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard  box filled with photos and glassware.

‘Would you carry my bag out to the car?’ she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.  She kept thanking me for my kindness. ‘It’s nothing’, I told her.. ‘I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.’  ‘Oh, you’re such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, ‘Could you drive  through downtown?’
‘It’s not the shortest way,’ I answered quickly.. ‘Oh, I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘I’m in no hurry. I’m on my way to a hospice.  I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. ‘I don’t have any family left,’ she continued in a soft voice..’The doctor says I don’t have very long.’ I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 

‘What route would you like me to take?’ I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds  she had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she’d ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said I’m tired. Let’s go now.
 
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.  I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

‘How much do I owe you?’ She asked, reaching into her purse.
‘Nothing,’ I said
‘You have to make a living,’ she answered.
‘There are other passengers,’ I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly. ‘You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,’ she said. ‘Thank you.’ I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don’t think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
                                               ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~When you can, when you think of it ~ be patient.  Think about the other person (young or old but especially older). Offer  kindness, a smile. Give someone the gift of a bit of time to speak with them, or to listen to what they have to say. For just a few moments, share their life in some small way. It may be the greatest thing you could do for them or yourself or for both of you.  You may never know what (if any difference) you make, but trust me, you'll be a better person for the effort. And (trust me twice?) you'll very likely make a difference in the life of the person you were kind to.       

Thanks for reading.  Issy