Sunday Sabbath November 1 2015  A DAY OF ACCOMPLISHMENT

I have found the answer!  If I want to have a day when I accomplish everything on my list, then I must make my list very short.  That is what I did today.  I realized that some of “my get up and go” had “got up and gone”.  These past four months have been quite taxing, both physically and emotionally, (not to mention mentally).  It was time for me to stop in my tracks.  So that is what I did today.  I guess you could say that I had come to the point where I needed a break.  By last night I realized that it had to be today.  I slept in until almost 8:00 a.m., listened to my sermon at home, did absolutely no work (except take the garbage containers to the street), did no cooking, rested long and hard in the afternoon, talked on the phone with a friend (oh yes, I did sweep the floor while on the phone), rested some more and decided it was time to get up and write my blog about all my accomplishments.  You see, I did accomplish everything I set out to do.  I had set out to do nothing and that is what I accomplished.  And it is a very satisfying feeling. 

Tomorrow is a new day.  I will put my running shoes on and not stop again until Friday afternoon!  But I will start out the week refreshed and that will be a good thing.  Who knows, since I am so refreshed perhaps I will be able to do post production work quicker and finish before the shoot on Friday.  Thanks to those who emailed and suggested I take a break.  I took your advice.  This was one of those rare days that are a gift in the interlude of life. 

Our wonderful neighbors are like knights in shining armor.  Again they have come to our rescue.  As I rested today I heard Sam on the roof blowing leaves out of the gutter.  Then later when my rest was over I looked out the window and saw that not only had she blown our gutters out, but had blown our front yard clean again!  She is absolutely amazing as is her partner Karen.  I hope we will have the opportunity to be as kind and considerate in return. 

We have two days of promised temperatures reaching into the low 70’s this week.  A bad time to have an “Indian” summer.  With my winter share box coming from the farm on Thursday we depend on the cold weather to cool our garage down to refrigerator temperature.  We have a potting table that we bring into the garage each fall to use as our outdoor refrigerator where we store all our winter vegetables we will be receiving this week.  The potting table was not used this year as I was not here, so Dave left it in the garage.  Any flat surface in our garage (including the floor) has the propensity to be covered with something if there is space.  And that is what happened to the table.  Two shelves full of stuff.  So that is one of my little jobs this week.  I must go out and reorganize, clear off, throw away, or do something else with what is there, before the Thursday delivery.  Oh how I wish God had allowed my organizational skills to follow me into the last third of my life.  I did pretty well as a younger woman with small children, but not so great these past years of incessant working.  When you own a business, the real truth is, that the business owns you.  I will be so happy when EVERYTHING is finished!!!  Including the sale of everything!  Back to the temperature however, I am praying that the forecast is wrong and the forecast drops considerable by Thursday.  However, those last two 70 degree days would be nice to live through. 

We have had enough cold already for me to realize that I am not acclimatizing as quickly as I usually do.  I wonder if that is because I had so much more of spring this year than usual.  Spring and summer here are usually so short that it is easier to acclimatize back to the cold.  This year my blood had a longer time to defrost.

I WILL NOT COMPLAIN

By Kathleen Martens

November 1, 2015

The cold of winter breathes its breath,

Warmth of sun is hidden.

The calendar beckons what is to come,

All because it’s bidden.

So soon the ice will still the veins

And fingers will become numb.

Mittens adorned will help a little,

And coats may benefit some.

No matter the layers one adorns

The cold seeps deep inside.

Muscles stiffen and joints will ache

As winter malady abides.

Red and burning frost bitten noses

Breathe between the wraps

Of mufflers and hats and woolen scarves.

And the cold our energy saps.

So to have a day that is seventy degrees,

Is like a breath of summer that remains.

I shall enjoy every moment that’s warm,

And of summer heat I will not complain.

Good night and God bless you (especially my neighbors).