Thoughts

Today I came across a writing that a longtime friend wrote before she died and it hit a nerve. That is because I'm always looking back and, in fact did just that today! I truly miss hanging out my laundry. Actually I miss doing it myself. I even once worked in a personal care boarding home for several years and did all the laundry for 30 residents! As a young mother I was overly proud to have the whitest diapers on the line showing to all who passed by. My mother was the same. It was a very satisfying task and I was always willing to assist with it. Soooooo, I pulled out some fairly recent photos to remember how good it felt to have clean laundry on the line. As my shoulder lost motion over the years I just had to give it up. That hurt! I know there are more photos not scanned but those images are well remembered.

2009

 2010

2011

(Broke shoulder 2012)

2013

2014

2014

2015

2016

2016

2017

2018

2020

Now many birds use the line as a perch. 

It is all frayed.

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PAST VS. PRESENT

The past is the past for a reason.
That is where it is supposed to stay,
But some cannot let it go.
In their heads it eats away

Until all their focus becomes
The person they used to be and
Mistakes that happened in their life.
Oh, if only they could see

That you cannot change what happened, 
No matter how hard you try,
No matter how much you think about it,
No matter how much you cry.

What happens in your lifetime 
Happens for reasons unknown,
So you have to let the cards unfold 
Let your story be shown.

Don't get wrapped up in the negative.
Be happy with what you have been given.
Live for today not tomorrow.
Get up, get out, and start living,

Because the past is the past for a reason.
It's been, and now it is gone,
So stop trying to think of ways to fix it.
It's done, it's unchangeable, move on......

    by Jan Grace 10-28-17

The Beach

I rarely walk among the people out on the beach now. For years I walked for 4 hours every day collecting "treasures" and enjoying the solitude of beach combing. I also learned the names and life styles of everything I picked up. It was a quest that became an obsession. Now I've changed to riding for miles throughout the campground on a golf cart with a handicapped decal for special parking. The security guards all call me their "undercover security patrol" and they are accurate in that description. I know what there is around me and where it is and how it should be in the environment. So........Today I went to the beach to see if there were still tourists enjoying the breezes and salty invigorating surf. Yes! They still are "out there!"  The surf and sand and salty breezes will remain long after I've left the building. I have just stopped to smell the roses.

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