Weedvillian Walker: BREAK TIME

Sunday, March 11, 2007

BREAK TIME

Its funny, in the past when I took a break it was for a smoke and coffee, now its usually water and a bite to eat..no wonder I've gained the weight..Have got the bedroom just about done and back together, just waiting on the curtains to dry. I had hung the ones that were in there and then decided to try the ones from the old house in the living room. Really think I am going to end up ordering new ones someday on line. It's such a wide window that no one carries them in that size.

Just got off the phone for the second time today with my darling daughter. I sure am one lucky lady, have got two of the absolute best kids..and one pretty good son in law. OOps, and some pretty terrific step kids too.

I've had the sirius radio on this morning and have found a new station that I really like, its shuffle mix and has some pretty good stuff on it. I've found a few that I'm going to put on the ipod from itunes. they have everything from Elvis, to Pink, to Bon Jovi, to Melissa Etheridge, to Cutting Crew...

Okay, enough rambling, back to work.

And the sun is out!! May have to get dressed and go for a walk yet today. High 40 degrees, we're having a heat wave

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In Memory

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!””Gone where?”Gone from my sight.
That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says: “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout: ‘Here she comes!”
And that is dying.
Henry Van Dyke

Don't Quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will. When the road you're trudging seems all uphill. When funds are low and the debts are high. And you want to smile, but you have to sigh. When care is pressing you down a bit. Rest, if you must, but don't you quit Life is queer with its twists and turns. As everyone of us sometimes learns. And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out: Don't give up though the pace seems slow- you may succeed with another blow. Success is failure turned inside out- The silver tint of the clouds of doubt. And you never can tell how close you are. It may be near when it seems so far: So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit- It's when things seem worst that you must not QUIT Author unknown