There will be barking as the green truck leaves the driveway and lectures for leaving them all alone.
Aren’t they the sweetest? I’ll catch Sammie soon. He’s big as a tiger but acts like a little kitten.
Category: Gratitude
With piano, when I feel I’m done, I sneak in one more song or watch piano YouTubes
With my thumbs hurting I am slowing down on yarn projects. But I have set up the goal of at least one row. Still a photo wouldn’t show progress.
Around the house, I’m implementing one thing in each room, even if it’s picking up something on the floor.
The result of this is I seem to have the stamina for a little more everyday. Tomorrow I will finish the corner where the new cat tree will be.
And, I will finally put rocks in the bamboo and change water as the instructions suggested. I had that lucky plant for maybe ten years but it was getting sad. I hope to propagate many plants from this one. Right now the new babies look like this:
This happens often in our house. We honor the sleeping-pet-on-the-lap rule.
I finished a book but can’t write the review for now as our Internet is out. The guy comes tomorrow.
Luckily Milo posed for me this morning. This guy!!!!โค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธโค๏ธ
Remember when household tasks were set up for the week? Monday mending, etc.?
I just remembered I had clothes in the dryer since Saturday. So glad no one else needed to do their laundry.
BRB
Folding time.
And put away. So you helped me with that. Thanks.
We’ve been bingeing not the twinkle sound of binging, House of Dragons and now Knight of Seven Kingdoms. I’m still mad at GRRM but I got finished rebingeing TWD. Well, Outlander ended…
Obviously, I haven’t much to share today. It’s a good day
Hope yours was good, too.
Do you remember when we had the light/dark button and the contrast control button on our boxy TVs? I liked playing with them making everyday objects or people look freaky. Dad hated that.
That makes me think of D’Maggio carrots on Sheriff John. TV was black and white, but I could swear I saw the brilliant orange vegetable with leafy green tops, I could almost smell the earthy garden they came from.
Still, I hate black and white movies or TV. From the moment of landing in Oz I loved color. I love the variety and contrasting colors presented. We need that .
White snow hitting the windshield during the day looks black. The same snow at night makes you feel like you are traveling in space.
Great contrasting conditions. But shadows and highlights help supply our shapes and depth.
I’m so grateful that I can immerse myself in all the layers from contrast to shades of grey.
It’s like music for the eyes. Without the rest of quiet the rhythms and melody becomes muted, boring.
Neat as a pin upon the headย where a thousand angels dance. Impossible concepts.
All my life, messy was my other middle name. The actual middle name implied the perfection planned for me.
Desk cleaning day in grade school had me in utter devastating humiliation.
In highschool was the locker cleanup day.
My bedroom was a disaster until the cat peed on my clothes. No longer did my mother have to scream at me. I never let my clothes drift to the floor. Hamper or closet or chest of drawers. The clothes solution stuck. But eek, the rest still shames me daily.
I finally get control of one aspect when ‘life’ happens and throws a wrench in schedule and neatness. And who left that tool out here to trip over?
Grief, then TV guy, messed up all my regulated plans for self improvement, just as I got ready to tighten the schedule for house improvement, so now the swinging the pendulum is working to get me on track.
Not for perfection but enjoying passions fully while aiming to stay healthy.
Neat may never happen. ADHD keeps life moving.
Adding yoga and meditation. At least I’ll feel more peaceful about it.
“Nothing is impossible: the word it self says. “I’m possible!”
-Audrey Hepburn
Your prompt for JusJoJan January 25th, 2026 is โtransmission.โ Use it any way youโd like. Enjoy!
Yay! Finally my word! What was I thinking? And with some very deep things happening in my family right now, I forgot why I chose this word.
The father of my children and husband of 20 years is at his end stage of life. So in his honor I will let you know which direction his thoughts about the word is. Yes, that important part of a car, he knew cars inside and out, back before computers took over.
But now I’m remembering deeper. The transmission of energy.
As parents we have tried to promote love energy to our children. Good times and bad we transmitted what we thought was right. Sometimes, we were human and fallible.
But watching my adult offspring, since their dad started his decline in health has made me proud of the people they have become.
They’ve become love transmitters, too. My heart is breaking for their father and them.
When I was visiting my grandparents on Sundays after church, I didn’t realize how blessed our families were.
Looking back at the many dinner tables full of relatives with many different opinions, I don’t remember anyone being disrespectful to anyone else. Nobody called names, or belittled. Discussion and eventually people chose to agree to disagree. Everyone got along.
It is the hardest fact I’m trying to accept, that somehow folks can’t do that anymore. My biggest worry is for after. When the change happens everyone wants, regardless of which side of the fence holds you in, how can we ever get to respectful interaction? Too many violent opinions. Not enough love and peaceful feelings hold up our world.
And that’s MY opinion.
Darswords 
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