Log cabin in eco

style though the insurance is extinct. The spoon whittling assumptions. Although my dream in sleep was of carpentry ... I wonder where that feat would take me ...

The continuing evolving decisions into activity of type ... 

I will go

where it will take me ... I misread and what not, just like hubby before me ... The confusion in the much. I can seek a respite in my own way. It is so lost on others, those who know from witnessing others maybe. The triage way down all the way along. The forgotten. 

Time out and in

...and all about ... under dust clouds or with the crowds enjoying the scents of summer in many counties and London boroughs old new and in a stew at times

June flowers in a park 

In the swamp and swim of the repercussions of fragility 

A trip to the cinema so absorbing and one where I was not out of place on my own 

a time acclimatising back after time in fresh air ...

recuperating  with a sister in time together with our separate woes in life 

the expansion of knowledge

at the same time in giving and trying new things 

the start of my journey afar and free to roam again ... the voluntary work I cannot talk about in gaining confidence once again. My three exams passed last year. This gives me strength to seek a vocation with more purpose. I am not entirely sure which direction. The burden of a home to function with minimal time, to face a world smartly dressed and more aerodynamic to give more energy elsewhere. The worry of the  FULL DAY not able to do just yet without heaps of rest. 

I have had tons of thoughts ON THIS, in this recent fresh air break with lots a walking ...

Time in month

on trend to reverse life bad ... the curt in speak as I seek a solution ... the lunch in thanks ... for those who step in where others would nor attempt unless some money at the end result ... 

nothing is for nothing ... 

I have in my career as well as life attempted to treat as I like to be treated ...this is highly amusing in this float in approach to social reform in welfare with appropriate behaviour which actually for my character in time lost ... not appropriate 

The clocking off alien to me and not in my portfolio ... so totally misunderstood ... time was not in my life while hubby dying ... 

Now a life where I put energies not to be wasted this last month and got on with it myself ... and although at times ... time is out of sync ... so watt the end result is the same ... 

Loss in moi, home, life and attitude ... it is started the end to a happy ... 

Twenty four hours since,

my shattered self in a wince.
I have come a long way hence,
finding time not making sense.
Whence,why, what for,
to get to life as once, that I had before.

A look beyond

... Where I live presently in getting the order in disorder ...

The thoughts turning to assist my sister 

I will not be getting my first ride in her new car yet 

but I will be washing it for her while her hand is out of action

I have not dealt with a vehicle since I can't remember 

A slow back to normality 

A change to get rested elsewhere; for the next slog of slashing the past for the future 

Time in Reflection

and time in doing ... 

The unnecessary to do the necessary 

The irksome to the enjoyable 

To others therapeutic ... to me unnecessarily annoying 

from this side of the fence 

The beauty in life I now seek for a peak ... all the while to deal with nonsensical to get to the end 

Time ahead to look

Two trips booked

not until another week

combined in a toss 

of quick and slick

The sift to sort

of paperwork keep

in time to reap

In a place I seek 

Beyond the Clutter ...

in research and plans to find a new niche ...  before life naturally ages one ... 

beyond the Floor

... I have taken things a bit easier today ... 

There has been plenty achieved ... from within the walls ... this is much gentler on the senses ... the time away from others in the world ...

I have pottered about in every room of the home bar that room ... I have been winding down ready for the next stage here ... 

I have been up on shelves  ... in the chubby holes and clearing the decks ready for the next bout of clearing from within the depths and echoes of time past reverberating round the home ... 

Spring cleaning for some homes ... For others to get to that task among neglect or too much in life to look after the needs of self ... Is nigh on difficult ... 

All the different outlooks on life ...  

A waterfall on walls ...

And time away ... coming back to the death of my mum in law ...

A big diversion round plans when I left in mid March. It has been another roller coaster of plans changed and put on hold to be with the plans of a very personally designed farewell to celebrate the life of my late husbands Mum ... 

On behalf of her son between a Grand Daughter a nephew and myself ... 

After Nights and Various

Times we have been through one does wonder whether it will eventually disperse and all come together  ... With a forthcoming meeting next month with a bit more coordination and perhaps communication there is a tiny possibility I might just get there ...? 

Trompe l'oiel ... Optical Illusions ...

is what I meant ... for the log fire in place of the removal of the fire for the gas upgrade ...

The illusion it looks real; not just a mural ...

I am rusty and dusty in my journey through a life of 

• Did that happen?  
• Where do I now fit? ... 
• What do I do? 

Along with the natural trepidation that this time now throws up for me ... where the world is my oyster once again ....

Putting My Focus on

All things to come ...

A smoother time ...

I have already streamlined more of the devices. There is still a lot to work through with the photos music and still to come across all those home movies of activities through family life. All media old and new and ancient. 

There will be a gap of me missing and things missing .. 

My garments are getting more varied. I  am starting to think on the decor from murals to being simply more streamlined again. Their is a lot of thought from my previous trip to Kernow on the kitchen items to replace and the Craft room mannequin. 

I will make do with the cameras I have for now. 

This is just  a teeny start on what there is to face and get to the end of it when the clutter is despersed to move to this life to come ... 

Forthcoming Travels

Of all that will be ...

A very different transitional time to come ... 

The poem 'IF' by Rudyard Kipling still apt to this day ...  

For those who doubt ... I was in no hurry to move ... Short of leaving the home now and never coming back ... It is a bit difficult to upsticks now and move with so much disorder all about me ... 

Murals and More

The ideas disturbed still in the days after  ... when the gas boiler was upgraded. I originally thought of painting a mural of a log fire to make it look homely ... where the hole in the wall was left from the removal of the fire place where it was originally...

Another idea that went by the by, was a starry night in the area off shoot to the bedrooms 

Another project was in form followed by the dressing table getting a make over ... 

All these ideas did not materialise for the various problematic areas past of legacy ... and the conflicts in a life simple with clean lines ...

I hope to see this end result ... not on the high street will be my theme a tad ... 

There are some sensational shops in Cornwall selling the items of the tactile items I like ...  only they are sensational prices too ...

All will become apparent as I get on with this one man stand in smashing the stash ...

The speed at which I can write ...

thanks to sister and her knowledge of technology ...

The ease with which I can pick up a device and type out and publish mostly instantly depending on signal strength and peak times of use ... never stops my wonderment ... 

That at times now I am where I am ... I am not really at a loss. My creations spilling out in new old ways once again. 

The typo errors or predictive text giving me many an aspired moment ... Inspiration comes in the least opportune moments too ... I am the one half listening again ... 

Until that last summer ... of family Life ...

I had only really used the internet, on line for research ... played games ... on a basic phone .. . and some on a lap top ... our daughter had all the necessary for her studies etc ... I was at that time tied up with other things in life ... 

Gradually over the years since I have streamlined my life on these devices, that have also in that time evolved to what is accessible, depending on what you have ... 

My sister introduced me to this world. I was able to use those that sync well for a beautifully ease of ease into this world ... the speed to which I can do things too, reduces the frustration ... aside the fact of slow wifi at peak times ... and those other irritants ... 

Or travelling to still poor signal strength areas.

It was last Autumn. I was able to have one of my sister's gadgets for the amount I was saving towards another item for my blogging and other things I do ... A bargain ... it has streamlined my life even further in this area ... result ... When things disappear it does not matter either.

After the loss of so many things ... a few more is not such a bother ... I just have a bit of silent amusement with myself ... while all around the fuss ... of the world who do unless in the same position I have been ...

On Trend ... Live ... Love ... Sparkle

International Women's Day 

Live Love Sparkle ....

Precisely what I have been doing these times on living on without the love of life ... Just as my husband would like to see as I carry on ...

An invite to celebrate this as part of international women's day in the hub of interests in my life when I flick through the emails on my recovery mailings ... At this time and moment not for me ... Involves too much travelling in environments anew ...  I just about cope with currently ... 

As always I was going to debut with something completely different ... This is what I love the twists and turns of rediscovering yet another different life I am faced with ...

This blog was inspired as I woke up one morning before the mood dipped again in how I am streamlining my home anew after such a disastrous time ... From the devices given either passed on or anew to finally getting to decorate from first thought to more simply and start again in a life less hasty ... 

Also on setting about the task of flower arranging over the UK Mothering weekend and how my kitchen is returning into a beautiful hub of the home slowly being re-restored and how good my husband was at flower arranging and with the positive encouragment from myself in his own recovery, in winning many prizes for his efforts ... Before he was eventual succumbing to negative bother ... That eventually killed him ...