Lent into Easter via

Mothers day and spring in full earnest ... all and about ... in the shops and inbox ...

For the time in tandem and transition, the time to put the mind elsewhere. In the throng, along with normality. The disjointed time invisible, very much evident. 

The throng will be different this week. Again like last week a busy hospital environment at times. The flow in and out. I am getting to know the recesses of this environment that the general pubic do not generally see. The inner workings of all that we can take for granted or moan about. 

The time forth to pit my wits to assist others who are not too happy either. The silent within understanding their woes or pleasings at a vulnerable time. 

And then a busy, busy train journey to Liverpool Lime street. The now more familiar area of where a daughter went to uni in dire circumstances.... 

And the catch up in this area whilst she continues to reside in a uni town ... though only until 2019 when this campus supplementary closes. 

The weird in the

wonder, the deal in travel along the surf of the coasts of this island, sitting on me arse ... and although  my plans for the North have now altered ... I will probably still get to go to one of the destinations I have had a look at for ideas today and more in recent ... 

I am doing the virtual housekeep and chills, which is as good as a rest, elsewhere awhile, shortly. The rest before the maybe induction time of skills dormant ... back in operation? 

Who knows where I'd be this time next year? 

The environmental belies

though oft ignored ... the time of a hubby I am ghostly following in the path parallels ... all the time the appointment is out of the environment... very few bother to see within thy worlds .. 

The silent screaming of many not or never heard ... my own daughter is raising awareness via her twitter feeds ... of which her youth past are following ... and many other ways including a change of direction in her doctorate aims ... 

One very proud parent of how she deals in lifes' stutters ... 

Shaking it up a bit

...and nature is too. The season in blast of bugs that come this way  ... the time in snuggles and remedies to see it through ... 

Only there is  a different diary to work around in this shake up. 

At least the majority of this time in the early countdown the allowance of time in the unplanned. The rest in mode, with a scattering of chores. The home had been tidier of late. Now it's stumbling through the necessary. And a bit of a tidy in rested sessions ... 

At least now more in common with most, than the minority again ... 

Welcome to the

world not ...

... for a little while the spontaneity was lovely with a clearish diary ... this year the forward planning besides kin is filling up ... it will be an interesting time in time boundaries ... and claustrophobia... 

a exercise and dance regime

... in those who live with hoard ... not the clutter so in at the minute  ...

• Negotiate the hurdles in jump and stretch ...of someone else's piles  
• Repeat your self in circles
• Stretch and bend to find things ... or to move items ...
• Remove a stack of newspapers on a piano stool to top up the utilities 
• Jump into a toilet ... avoid splashing! 
• Climb into bed in literal...
• Walk like a crab 
• Shimmy down the makeshift corridor 
• Limbo under the stuff above ... 
• before it worsens ... tango around the room ... 

 And when the hoarder eventually dies ...

• Bend and stretch again this time in remove ... and dust down ...
• Fit the pieces like a jigsaw in a shopping trolley 
• Bend in and out this shopping trolley 
• Walk, pull and carry  a make shift carry bag to Donate ...alternating arms to build strength in idle muscles 
• Walk and pace in many and varied circles 
• Walk back and forth to the bin stores 
• Move the items in boxes and stack ... lift ...and stretch in the correct manner ! 
• Step up and down  a step stool, many times ... to reach the top on the outer skirts of the mass clear for you left to burn or shred ... 

... [way too paperwork not thought of in the blame game ... exacerbating with the paper confetti when life breaks down ..l adding to the post and in person notices ... eventually left to pile up ... one aspect never not thought of by all companies and services  ... who churn it out to those unable to cope].. 

The irony in excervise in my life currently ... and this is just a tad ... using muscles I had totally forgotten about! 

The urge in the ....

.... surge ... 

The start again in finding s way round how I live ... The choice we supposedly make ... The mind over matter .... 

A real transformation in transition. I still find it hard to see clearly in the muddles. The times I see a peek.. The contentment that comes for a while. Then the repeated perpetual stage of the next haul. I am back in the fall of darkness ...

At least a daughter is preparing food for a freezer, that I may go on an adventure in her area thy way in put of time in home sit, now a pet sit. The time out that gives me more incentive each time. 

And again when the kin come here and relieve the space too. Those things of use elsewhere by those with more sentiment... 

Though for a daughter and I our sentiment is not what it was... and in a way that is a blessing. The burden of aspiring to much we do not really need for inner peace. 

The tribes who live from nature are the ones with a truly productive life .... though to most it would now be deemed antiquated ... and urgh to live in a hut made from shite .... 

It seems to be ...

in the silent tell ... I am staying snuggled in, the functions will speak in the blood tests anyways. I feel the need to continue in this ease up. The nature in its way telling ya. We do not always heed. After the erratic time of another in witness, the all important self care and nutrients and environment impacts on our health and well being. 

The persistent stress my body had could not have been good! 

I am taking the hint, all is not well. 

How it was ...

then how it became .... to how it will be now ... 

The compression of life to only the requirements 

The plans in a daughter who will be getting some family heirlooms now. There will be none of that maybe handy to keep, etc etc .... I have learnt to live without what I did have. I am in no hurry now to replace lost, destroyed of missing items, as in the early days of adjustment. I still to require to come cross some necessary documents. I believe that they needed updating. It just helps the process if you have the details. I have updated a vital document seeing that my daughter is travelling now. It helped to get the speed up on the necessary documentation to volunteer. 

The way to go forward for me personally is massively problematic, but fruitful. It was not always in the helpful manner. The learning curve for all the in the ripple effect. The failing on the learnings of the failings. The system put in place in 1948 is as brilliant in areas, that is not so in others. 

The many governmental departments in this tragic time ....A lot could still be done in taking on board the well oiled business structures that are successful elsewhere ...

... the telephone systems. The clerical. The continuity. The follow ups. The agencies involved in complex situations. The customer Services, the right person the first time .... being honest and going to the line manager for advice when unsure of a situation faced, in these safeguarding ways of the world now in vulnerable adults and children. 

The modals of success and blagging business awards, to put that intensity in people we serve as within the staff  who do the serving ... in gaining the prestige of the one minute wonders of waves in improving the management models to attain these many red tape awards that does not always channel down to those most in need !  ....