Piles

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I fool myself into thinking I’ve cleaned the house when everything looks good, but the drawers are filled with stacks.  Lately I have been trying to live a more organized life, going through papers and deciding where they belong:  Keep, recycle, shred, burn.

Last night I carried a bundle of paper to my husband with the question, “What is this and why do we have it?”  (We had no idea.)

Why are piles so appealing to me.  I once read that when you bring the mail in, touch everything once.  Decide to recycle, toss, or keep for later bill paying or answering.  That sounded like heaven, but I never seemed to get there.  When papers pile up, I tend to move them around and begin a new pile.

Sometimes while going through a pile you find a treasure.  I found a handwritten note from my mom taped to a special prayer my dad had written.  Actually, I found two.  With that mix of sadness and delight, I slipped the messages into a plastic protector.  Keep.

My journey continues….going through stacks.

Are you a stacker, a tosser, or organized?  What are your best tips for my project?  Would love to hear from you.

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June Ocean

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A little warmer, a little busier….our June stay at the coast was lovely.  We didn’t get out as much, having such an incredible view from our hotel room.  I tell Robert that we have the biggest flat-screen anyone could hope for.

There is something about being away.  Although I procrastinate…when at home I always have this mental to-do list that vexes me.  It taps my shoulder as if to say this or that should be attended to.  But in a hotel room, there is no to-do list.

We each had interesting books to read and I split my time between the view and reading.  What a delight!

Even when one is not facing the ocean, the sounds tempt you to take a mid-day nap.

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The waves seemed rather far out even at high tide.  I awoke early on Thursday morning to see what low tide really looked like.  It looked as if the ocean had been peeled back in the night. Birds circled to see what was uncovered.  Folks were out with buckets and bags scanning the rocks for treasures.

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Our seal did not show, but on the first day I saw a whale spout.  I watched the journey south to north as I saw one spout after another.  I never saw a back or tail, but I’m sure it was a whale.  That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

The 26 mph wind challenged some of the walkers.  We watched a couple with trick kites almost lift off the sand.  Equally entertaining were the two kite surfers who took advantage of the wind to propel them on the water.

At one point I looked up from my book and was rewarded with two beautiful horses galloping up the beach.  One rider took care of her horse and steered the other with such grace.  They moved together to avoid waves and runners.  They took my breath away. Most entertaining were the dogs  and little ones who were beyond excited about being on the beach.  Dogs pulled at leashes yearning to all out run.  Little ones played tag with the waves.

This year-long vacation has been so satisfying.  Three more months and we will have reached our goal of staying at the coast once a month for a full year.

 

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What day is this?

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There is a rhythm of the school year in most USA learning institutions that begins around September and ends in June.  Although the beginning dates may change a little here and there, these have been the seasons of my life since I was five.

When I received my bachelors from the University of Kansas, I realized that the teaching job I had wanted from the time I was 10 was not the job I wanted as a 20 year old. I had changed. I no longer wanted to teach small children.  But then what?

After graduation, I moved to a different state and tried a variety of occupations for a couple of years.  This did not work out.  If I was a waitress, I would quickly become the one singled out to train the others.  In the print shop, I became the one who trained others on printers, computers, mailing processes, etc.  What was the universe trying to tell me? I fell in love with American Sign Language and was, within two years, teaching others.

It all came back to learning and teaching and the cycles of the school years.  New Years Eve was never a big deal for me.  It seemed to cut my year in half.  The real NYE was always the night before the first day of school.

So, I followed my calling and became a trainer, teacher, and then instructor at a Community College. After what seemed like a lifetime in education, I decided to early retire.  I was able to….so did.  I wondered when the rhythms would tilt and move to match the rest of the country.

What has happened?  The gentle tilt has become a spin.  I seem to have no sense of the calendar at all.  “What is today?” is a question I’ve asked my spouse on more than one occasion.

While I believe that old dogs CAN be taught new tricks, I may always live the rhythms of a school year.  That’s okay, I just have to learn to figure out which day of the week it is.

And really, if that’s my biggest problem, I am blessed indeed.

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