Digging myself you the survival guide to gardening.
I get building my fence from refurbished wood from pallets.
My garden looks great, while listening to the Mueller's report.
Check out this book on Goodreads: The Mueller Report http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44170869-the-mueller-report
I get to notice how well my garden is.
Hearing Stephan King talk about Trump.
How bikers are for Trump Republic protest or bikers for social democrat while advocating for SCS and child abuse. Sort of an oxymoron yet I get digging and go my garden is looking good.
Other days I see Trump where Brooks golf coarse hit golf balls at Notley and go, wonder how messed the world will go to the day.
Yet, Notley work so hard for workers safety in a Brook COVID-19 crisis.
https://lethbridgeherald.com/news/lethbridge-news/2020/04/28/national-day-of-mourning-honours-workers/
You never know how people's life's are. I know for me doctors are always cancelling my doctors Appt. I couldn't imagine it for others troubleshooting like Nova Scotia.
Theres days I am fauxed often by the disease of COVID-19.
One wonders what could be dug up in that Garden. And read Stephan King. It's no wonder the chaos in life.
Theres days. I feel some cracker is thinking of me and see the cracker aisle empty just to say if a dentist can lose it a down syndrome kid should be able to marry. Others days I read my book listening to Madonna going over my book list saying marlin is marlin. Then order pizza.
I listen to music that's more uplifting.
Other days I look to Jordans daughter and see panic.
Some isolate and itch to go back, feel a loss of self. I could relate to it very much. I am looking forward on going back to work.
We <3 this...
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.”
She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.”
And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less
I am almost finishedy garden, and turned it over. Built a fence that is almost accomplished. I'd say it's as good as done. Happy I keep task that my wife puts me to. It's a good life this is usually all I have to say.
Some people have really difficult lives. And let time pass, often life builds up. Hopefully people have the support network for it.
The garden finish going into we sit by the fire 🔥having strawberry 🍓in my home 🏡made planters.
My garden looks great, while listening to the Mueller's report.
Check out this book on Goodreads: The Mueller Report http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/44170869-the-mueller-report
I get to notice how well my garden is.
Hearing Stephan King talk about Trump.
How bikers are for Trump Republic protest or bikers for social democrat while advocating for SCS and child abuse. Sort of an oxymoron yet I get digging and go my garden is looking good.
Other days I see Trump where Brooks golf coarse hit golf balls at Notley and go, wonder how messed the world will go to the day.
Yet, Notley work so hard for workers safety in a Brook COVID-19 crisis.
https://lethbridgeherald.com/news/lethbridge-news/2020/04/28/national-day-of-mourning-honours-workers/
You never know how people's life's are. I know for me doctors are always cancelling my doctors Appt. I couldn't imagine it for others troubleshooting like Nova Scotia.
Theres days I am fauxed often by the disease of COVID-19.
Theres days. I feel some cracker is thinking of me and see the cracker aisle empty just to say if a dentist can lose it a down syndrome kid should be able to marry. Others days I read my book listening to Madonna going over my book list saying marlin is marlin. Then order pizza.
I listen to music that's more uplifting.
Other days I look to Jordans daughter and see panic.
Some isolate and itch to go back, feel a loss of self. I could relate to it very much. I am looking forward on going back to work.
We <3 this...
The 92-year-old, petite, well-poised and proud lady, who is fully dressed each morning by eight o’clock, with her hair fashionably coifed and makeup perfectly applied, even though she is legally blind, moved to a nursing home today. Her husband of 70 years recently passed away, making the move necessary.
After many hours of waiting patiently in the lobby of the nursing home, she smiled sweetly when told her room was ready. As she maneuvered her walker to the elevator, I provided a visual description of her tiny room, including the eyelet sheets that had been hung on her window. “I love it,” she stated with the enthusiasm of an eight-year-old having just been presented with a new puppy.
“Mrs. Jones, you haven’t seen the room …. just wait.”
“That doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she replied. “Happiness is something you decide on ahead of time. Whether I like my room or not doesn’t depend on how the furniture is arranged, it’s how I arrange my mind. I already decided to love it. It’s a decision I make every morning when I wake up. I have a choice; I can spend the day in bed recounting the difficulty I have with the parts of my body that no longer work, or get out of bed and be thankful for the ones that do. Each day is a gift, and as long as my eyes open I’ll focus on the new day and all the happy memories I’ve stored away, just for this time in my life.”
She went on to explain, “Old age is like a bank account, you withdraw from what you’ve put in. So, my advice to you would be to deposit a lot of happiness in the bank account of memories Thank you for your part in filling my Memory bank. I am still depositing.”
And with a smile, she said: “Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
1. Free your heart from hatred.
2. Free your mind from worries.
3. Live simply.
4. Give more.
5. Expect less
I am almost finishedy garden, and turned it over. Built a fence that is almost accomplished. I'd say it's as good as done. Happy I keep task that my wife puts me to. It's a good life this is usually all I have to say.
Some people have really difficult lives. And let time pass, often life builds up. Hopefully people have the support network for it.
Comments
Post a Comment