Book - 4

Argh.
The habit of not following through is mucking up the Goal of 200 Blog Posts this year.

Yes, this IS a disappointing part of my way of making my way through life. Once upon a time I had almost three straight years of perfect attendance in school. No, that's not much compared to some other people, but it's not a bad record. And I used to pedal a bicycle thirty miles almost every summer day - thunderstormy days were the exception - for exercise and FUN. I fumed when I missed a day.

So I know stubborn achieving "me" is in me. I have to find a way to have her show up way more often again.

I don't know if you are dealing with similar habits/not quite habits. If you have tips for keeping on task, please share.

Yes, timers work - but only if one remembers to use them. Yes, lists work, if one remembers to write and then do what is written.

Now it is time to return to the trenches. Well, not quite yet. Some lads who are still alive are discussing what they might do when the war is over. Options and opinions have changed. They will never return to the world they'd started out from. And lots more death is coming...

Odd note: When listening to meditation music while also listening to "All Quiet on the Western Front" the war seems slightly less horrible. Sigh. It is time to quit the music and get back to the shelling.

(On a shallower note: We hunted stuff down at city-wide yard sales for around seven hours today. We found treasures to re-sell, a few treasures to keep, and a few treasures to give away. Tomorrow the hubby will keep hunting. I have to get serious about dealing with the "bears.")

Fare-thee-well,
Sue

A New Day

Greetings -
Getting ready to hit the garage-sale trail again. The Grand Adventure! Yesterday held a stash of old mapbooks and almanacs sorts. One illustration from 1890 detailed the national debt of countrys around the world. Our per capita amount - a little over $42.00 each.... Ya, I know...that was lots of money back then. But it was doable, in the potential paying-it-off way. Oh well. this too shall change?
The niftiest thing found , and I didn't find it, was a ceramic bear fetish, with a lovely fish around it's neck. Good Auntie Linda, Todd's sister, bought it for a nickel, and gave it to me when we met up at a sale. Thank you Linda! It's a keeper. I found an old discarded library book, a diary of Laura Ingalls Wilder'a travels from the Dakotas to Missouri in the late 1800's. Travel is easier now - wow.
Linda loves Laura so will get the book.

The pastel bears are being ignored in favor of Sharper Marker bears that can be done in coffeeshops. A beauty-parlor sort climbed her way out of the pen on Wednesday. She's an impatient go-getter but right now is stuck under that hot-air hood.

On to our day!
Sue