Hours into days. Days into more days. Perhaps into weeks. But who's counting? not me. At times you just need to ask yourself, or consider for yourself, what important to carry around. What sorta "baggage" do you want. What can you tolerate. Baggage from work. From Hobbies. From Friends. From Homework. Yardwork. From whatever.
So many people (from my perch) seems to just carry so much. I can't judge or pick on them. I surely still do at times, but in all honestly. I do it so little. What did you do last week? I shrug my shoulders. I dunno. When was the last time "fill in the blank" happened? Um.. I dunno. A few day? weeks? Ask me about yesterday. I can answer that. The day before. Probably. 3 or 4 days ago.. I'm gonna have to pause and ponder.
Our home is a wonderful concert. The crescendo in our home can make much people's head spin. But following that is a calm and peace that if it lasts can be refreshing.
The home is quiet (OK I helps that I've lost my voice).
The nuggets are adjusting into summer break, quite will if I don't say so myself.
I've heard some compassion coming from the mouths of the nuggets, which is nice to hear.
I've noticed that there is more ink in the house. Then again more chalk dust also.
The dog, our horse Kowalski, has his summer "pant" on and its not even gotten that hot.
I don't keep track or score anymore (except of course that the Blackhawks are up 2-0 in the Western Conference Finals). When will the calm end. Dunno. Maybe tomorrow. After all, its a new day, ripe for the plucking. Who knows whether the fruit is ripe, or still sour. But for now...
All is Quiet on the Eastern Front...
Peace
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