I’m getting old.
No, really. Where, in the past, I folded the laundry at midnight then wrote the last week’s worth of blog posts at 5 a.m., I no longer can. I’ve gotten cranky without sleep. Most accurately, probably, is that I’ve gotten less sleep so I’m cranky.
Most most accurately, I’ve undertaken a lot more life. We’ve started a remodeling project on the house (finally). Hole-in-the-bucket-style, we now need to build a kitchenette and laundry room downstairs. We need candle-making stuff for the business shifted to make room for those…. etc.
And, of course, we need to run said business, keep our children alive and dressed, and ….you know, life.
So, I’m sorry for flaking a lot during this month I’m meant to be ‘on.’ I’ll write when I can and read when I can’t.
I promise.
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How’s your life? Anything exciting?
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Look! It’s last week’s stuff:
Friday, March 10: Friday Photo! Just gross.
Saturday, March 11: Shared Mary Oliver‘s poem.
Sunday, March 12: Quoted Audrey Hepburn. Funny lady.
Monday, March 13ish: Mormon Monday: Financial responsibility, the first area of self-reliance I’ve ever discussed.
Tuesday, March 14th: Responded to Carrot Ranch‘s prompt with a poem.
Wednesday, March 15th: This post.
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Hows life? Life rolls on. Thats the plan for the future too, I hope!
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😀 Pretty much!
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Life happens, Chel. Growing older may not seem like much of a reward, but there is beauty and joy to be found in each new day. Now, where did I put them?
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❤️ Bittersweet and true. Thank you, Denny.
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Sometimes we just have to accept we are human and drop the super …. Steady progress will get you there! 💜💜
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What? 🦸♀️ Couldn’t be so! 😄
Thanks, Willow. ❤️
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😘🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
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No worries, Chel! Do what needs to be done, connect when you can. ❤
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Thanks, Annette. ❤️
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Life! It’s what’s happens when you’ve made other plans.
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Apparently so!
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You’re looking flushed. (Oh sorry – I thought the pic was a selfie). P.S. Watched a movie last night called Miracles 17 – I think that was the title – about a group of English Mormons heading for Salt Lake City. It was terrific!
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I haven’t ever heard of that film. I’ll have to look it up now!
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The movie wasn’t true in the actual sequence of events, but each event portrayed had occurred historically and strung together to make the one story.
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The usual ups and downs, Chel no need to apologize how you blog. Its all good.
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Thanks, M. I still feel badly.
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Sorry you feel like that
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Age brings wisdom. I’m still waiting….
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I was kinda hoping age brought a lot of things that are still wanting.
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Apropos of my comment on your previous poetic poem, one of those children is now very nearly officially a doctor! I attended her Match Day (on St. Patrick’s Day) and could not be prouder of or happier for her. They do grow up, or at least most of them do, eventually!
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That’s great! Congratulations to her; I would be proud, too!
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