Things seem to have been difficult lately. I’ve been tired. I’ve had no enthusiasm. No get up and go. This is difficult when you want to live simply! I’m amazed at the energy you have to expend when you are just getting started. The garden needs digging, the house needs decluttering, a tighter rein needs to be held over finances, need to use a vehicle less and walk/bike more, make more things from scratch . . .
Still, by taking one step at a time, and making the most of times when the energy is there, it can be done. Slowly, for sure, but it can be done. Starting a course of Centrum multi vitamins has helped, too. I was taking Res V Plus, but at $99 for three months worth it got a bit expensive (especially when that was at one capsule day, and I was taking 2-3 per day !) They are great, though.
I’ve been trying not to push myself, and after a weekend of almost solid sleeping a few weeks ago I know that if I do push myself, that will happen again. I’m not doing anything in any particular order, just doing things as I feel. It’s a nice feeling to just potter.
I’ve redone household rosters. Some websites will tell you to clean a room a day, others offer guidance for a room per week all whilst doing the everyday basics. I’ve decided to list everything that needs doing in a particular room and doing it over 3-4 days. What doesn’t get done gets moved to the top of the list for the next time that room comes around. And no guilty feelings about not getting it all done!!
I have a decluttering list – started a couple of months ago – that I will continue on with. Starting in the bedroom . . . I’ve managed to keep my dressing table fairly junk free for the past month! This is a first for me.
The vege garden is still a work in progress for the winter season. Silverbeet has been planted – more for the chooks than anyone else. We still have buttercup pumpkins growing (they were bought as cucumbers!!!) and two watermelons will hopefully get to full size before it gets too cold. I’ve taken seeds from my heirloom tomato – Brandywine Pink – that will hopefully be able to be used next season. I would like to create a couple more gardens as well – we have found that we didn’t plant enough this year – especially the peas and beans - only enough to eat whilst working in the garden – certainly none left for dinner LOL. But it was a learning curve year so well worthwhile.
So we will continue to plod along. Not sure whether this blog will continue – writing on it is so sporadic and I wonder why I do it. I have so many photos sitting on the camera and computer that never get posted or printed or put in albums . . .
End of April Update: Everything mentioned still needs doing LOL Have had MIL in and out of hospital over the past six weeks, she has become quite dependant and stress levels have been reasonably high for everyone concerned. But we are getting there, and so is she.
Friday, 30 April 2010
Walking the dogs
The two 'must haves' for any hyperactive dog.
Arsha
Murphy
Grape vines starting to change colour
We are in much need of rain - the dry river bed.
We saw some army members stringing up flying foxes and cables across the dry river bed.
Slowly changing . . .
Peeked over the river bank to see if my sister was home . . and yes she was!!
My favourite part of the track.
Yes, autumn is definately here.
Two tired puppies - home time!
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Lest We Forget
Lest we forget . .
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the RSA
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times
That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know,
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honour
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days..
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
Pass On The Patriotism! A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank cheque made payable to 'Australia', 'New Zealand', 'Canada', 'Great Britian', 'The United States' or any other God fearing country for an amount "up to and including my life". That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this WORLD who no longer understand it.
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the RSA
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Bob has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Soldier died today.
He won't be mourned by many
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young
But the passing of a Soldier
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Soldier,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It's so easy to forget them,
For it is so many times
That our Bobs and Jims and Johnnys,
Went to battle, but we know,
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever waffling stand?
Or would you want a Soldier--
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Soldier,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Soldier,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honour
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days..
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A SOLDIER DIED TODAY."
Pass On The Patriotism! A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank cheque made payable to 'Australia', 'New Zealand', 'Canada', 'Great Britian', 'The United States' or any other God fearing country for an amount "up to and including my life". That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this WORLD who no longer understand it.
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