Thoughts never far

in time elsewhere ... the structures so lost to many ... the fact in an airy environment I am doing well ... and looking well in my silent horror that is invisible to those that scowl and howl in everyday life around ... Who am I to say enjoy what you have ...not what you have not ...  those who waste life is a problem not mine ... the silent siucide that goes amiss ... the silent ills that have knocked some time off a life ... 

The simple pleasure of a walk in the summer drizzle ... the drip drop drops of rain slashing through the green of green tree canopies .... the babbling brooks ... The wind whistling in my video clips of a time in summer 

... All lost now to a husband in dilemma now not here to enjoy his daughter flown into a world beyond herself now, meet her boyfriend new circle of friends and colleagues, see her home, life, work and driving ... And maybe some foster children in the future ... 

The Busmans Break

working through Dads bits and bobs; interspersed with a lot of walking ... 

In Dads belongings were many interesting items recalling times of playing working and studying along with those life in life documents personal to each and most of us who have a home ... 

A little less of me again

in a good way is noticed  ... The fact my Mum still notices my hait is a lot darker than it used to be. I have not coloured my hair recently ... I am letting nature take its course to see how the sparkles of grey sits with me with from the new hair style in Spring this year ... 

The irony being among the young it is fashionable to colour the hair grey ... 

And being in an environment better; I have had time to pamper the daily rituals second nature to most. I used a hot brushed styler my sister found too large for her short hair, to experiment my new versatile hair do that suits being left in a choppy look if not have the time to style. It can be flicked back. Smoothed into a bob or styled into loose curls ... 

I can put it up in a demi chignon or my many precious hair slides, The layered look was also initially styled to go up in a pony tail. OrI have been wearing my various unusual Alice bands of pearls or other sparkles. I have even worn those two in one flower sprays that can sit in your hair or pinned on your clothes 

The usual with the unique way I used to wear my hair 

This is time out of the environment in simple much better daily functions 

In a more usual environment

for a while ... with the air feeling fresher both inside and out ... the benefits of being away with my family for a tad ... and that they live on the estuary ... 

This air will be much appreciated  on my lungs ... It gives them breathing space too ...

The important papers

in life collating back ...plus more ... Very revealing life styles of others 

The driving licences, the multiples in birth certificates for three generations of the parternal line of only children, All only sons. The passport styles. The names and maiden names familiar and not so familiar revealing the secrets of the unsaid past too. 

The letters written. It was a very well known fact of my father in laws many affairs. This part of life shedding a different light on my daughter who has been tickled by various raunchy love letters found in his belongings when sifting through my late mum in laws hone ...

The secrets that reveal themselves long after ... 

Recipes are lovely

to see ... 

I have been using some favourites on my devices these days ... It is only just in this year I have actually managed to appreciate and actually handle the sorting in these paper bits which is very conflicting in my needs now ...

All the work this year in collating all items into their areas, into the rooms that are in function for .... this is an area more interesting for one of my old pastimes since I was a very young girl cooking in my parents kitchen ... 

only just, am I now filing these bits of paper given by my mum and a cousin ...  

Settled into ruminating about ... Recipes ...

... new ones at that

Decadent cake recipes, tray bakes and the sound of the unusual from the world of finds in the mess ... Recipes my family passed on to help me back on my way ... the nutritional to the decadent

One of those future tasks whenever I get around to it, of putting the pieces together of my recipes from a little girl in the gap of time .? all together ... 

There were so many favourite and family recipes .... The in laws ... My Mums, My Dads, an Auntie, and no one could eluminate my paternal grannies recipes ... Wow .... 

These 'ere ducks

in this familiar river float 

taken by the old cattle bridge

popular for a paddle 

in times long past now

used to visit us for chow

Dribs and Drabs ...

still a passing through ...

to the thrift store ...

I used to hate not sending out things together ... It is a case of doing so. If you go to the really large charity store ... It is chucked about anyway. 

I do as I go, in this 'ere muddle ... 

I have an odd item bag to put things until I finally stop ferreting around .. I get fed up of moving things about. Logic tells me different as I do it. It is different to all the advice ... 

I'll just start again ...or not bother ... 

It will be a case of getting the process ready for collection, and swifter removal if progress is slow on return. I am deciding already on a few items that did not get into the proper destination. And I am seriously thinking of several other items ... 

I can imagine my next home ... and then the next ... if I am still able bodied ... 

The P*** off and the Pleasing

the swing and swung between these pleasures ...

Lashings of rain

out and a confetti of paper in

Conversations about shopping. Photos getting a peak. A lot of laughing. A little less tears. A lot of grumbling to myself. A mega tidy. A lot of preparation for times to come. A focus on the forthcoming immediate time. A few twists and turns in diversions of what the home is revealing. A little side tracked to task. The realisation to spend some valuable time outside, to get the requisite fresh air. 

And a little time out doing the things I love ...