Weedvillian Walker: MY PLANS FOR TOMORROW

Saturday, March 10, 2007

MY PLANS FOR TOMORROW

A day off..finally! My plans for tomorrow include some spring cleaning. Cannot do much in the front part of the house, still no counters, or sink in the kitchen and doesn't make much sense to do any major cleaning until those are done. Hopefully on this coming Friday we will have the new counter tops in. I am thinking to start spring cleaning in the back of the house and hopefully get either the bedroom or spare room done. Would like some of this out of the way before spring gets here and I want outside. I haven't done any spring cleaning in this house yet. Not to sure how long anything is going to take but shouldn't be too bad actually. Plus! I have the ipod I can use or the television has the sirius radio which is probably what will be on and blasting..If I could get a bit of sunshine tomorrow and actually hang the drapes out on the lines it would be fantastic! John has to work days tomorrow, so that makes it even better. I can just get up and get started. MY day, my way! God, I really am a homebody, cannot believe how excited I can be about a day off and cleaning..thats really sad. LOL

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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