I have readjusted my first blog of the daylight hours ... definitely need my eyes tested ... however it was done on a really tiny screen ... I sometimes use my old phone ... to extend the life of the one currently ... I have invested in a method for blogging at home, that travels long distance ... for local mobility I use various pads pods pieces I have ... for the amount online I use ... It is like shoes you need various walking boots to once heels my daughter has never seen me where ... otherwise they are not useful for the need. Try wearing heels rambling. And walking boots at a dinner and dance. Although these days it is done.
No matter as always ... I am doing; not dwelling ... so what ... the mistakes for now...
And this is the better clutter, my sister tries to instill in me.
The day after a much needed tactile day in the hub of the home to restore the inner self. The nourishment needed from within the kitchen room. It was seductive on all the senses. This room finally filling on a more daily basis with simple home cooking for a much healthier movement of motions.
This is an all important part of recovery. Especially with cancer so prevalent in all strands of the family line.
And clearing up the mess from a more normal time for this particular home, yesterday. I was naturally tired from such time spent in the kitchen. I made sure after the last bit of baking what had to be done was done. This morning I have cleared up the flour. I tend to get it everywhere. I rather it everywhere but up the nose. Or into the lungs. It is like certain crafts of powder dust and now the layers of dust in a cluttered home.
My sister reminders ... have the windows open when cleaning and dusting ... and crafting ...
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