I wanted some quiet time after a far too busy weekend.
Because I woke up with a nightmare still in my head and feelings, and my leg cramping I thought it better to keep busy to get that horrible dream out of my head. It worked,
Outside my window...
One of the small birds returned to the basket with birdfood. He enjoyed the movement of the basket on the strong winds.
I am thinking...
I didn't even have or take the time to walk near the lake to feel the storm.
I am thankful...
That I remembered just in time the old paper would be collected this evening. When we put the boxes near the street we already heard the truck in the neighbouring street.
I am wearing...
Nothing special. But it's warm.
I am creating...
plans in my head, at the moment. The room needs to have a different look.
I am going...
to unclutter the room first and sort clothes to get a pile of T-shirts that were requested.
I am wondering...
why none cared for my birthday, except the girls. It feels that my work is not appreciated and my presence not valued.
I am reading...
a book about emigration after WW2. many people went to other countries to earn more. And now they moan about people from other countries to ours to do the same.
I am hoping...
my doc starts treatment soon. Too many deficiencies.
I am learning...
not to bother about my health. Last time that resulted in severe heartproblems.
In my garden...
all trees are struggling in the wind.
In my kitchen...
I've just made a smoked salmon sandwich...for me.
A favorite quote for today...
Better stay flexible in the wind.
A peek into one of my days...
shows a creative person drowning in too many chores.
One of my favorite things...
is photography. Today I was able to send a friend photo's made at the last day of her shop, before she closed it/
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