Saturday, December 7, 2013

Things Happen, Then They Stop Happening (6WS)

Some years are like that.  Go along for years sometimes with barely a sniffle,  turn a corner, and you find the calendar has more filled spaces than empty and is now  more than just a pretty picture on the cellar door.   I've become one of those people who now says "let me check the calendar" before agreeing to ANYthing.

Nothing major,  just fiddly bits that all need attention,  in that "well, since I'm right here..." mode.
And then, with any luck,  we can relax back into calendars that  remind us what day it might be and even in some instances what month.

8 comments:

  1. Fiddly bits makes me smile! :) Happy Saturday!

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  2. I am wondering when that will happen for me!?! Enjoy your time.

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  3. Mostly I'm busy. When I'm not, it's big sigh of relief time. :)

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  4. This is a busy time of year for everyone. Enjoy!

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  5. I think it's relative, Mlissabeth, depending on where you are and HOW you are. I know you have a much rougher patch to hoe than I do, so your sense of "good day bad day" Im sure is far more complicated.
    But the heavy duty stuff (for me at least) seems to surface about every fifteen years or so, draaags on for a few more it slowly ends.

    and yes, i try to make the best of what's been given me, even the ugly stuff.

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  6. I don't like to over-commit to things. If things work out fine..but I hate to stress about everything, so I don't make too many plans.

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  7. The trouble is that life happens even if you didn't plan on it! I've always tried to remember that life's like a lovely tapestry, and the hard ugly parts are the rough dark slubby threads running through it. but they make the light happy bright colored parts of life that much better by contrast.

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  8. oh youre so right, boud. when I make patchwork I always include a bit of red and an equal amount of black. It seems to demand those two colors. and thats it, its the contrast in our lives. Otherwise we'd all have the consistency of porridge.

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