Tuesday January 31 2017  KEEPING ON TASK

Yesterday I originally titled my blog “KEEPING ON TASK”  I had originally intended to write a sentence that said it was a good thing I write a blog because it was the only thing that made certain I knew what day of the week it is. I ended up writing about a different topic so I renamed the title.  And lo and behold what did I do but actually write the wrong day of the week before the title.  Whew, it was a good thing I didn’t use that title yesterday.  I fear my kids might think I was losing it a bit.  No comments please!  I did notice the incorrect day but not before my sister did.  I received her loving message to CORRECT IT!

So, today is Tuesday, the last day of January 2017.  How is that?  And every day I am trying to stay on task so I remember the days of the week.  Remember my mantra after I retired “Every day is Saturday”?  Since I have been traveling, everyday has no day of the week or number attached to it.  I just seem to be living without time passing. 

All too soon it will come to an end and reality will again greet me.  It is just awesome to be here with Lana, enjoying her company, as well as cooking and helping in other areas.  No outside pressures, no places to go, no phone calls or appointments to keep.  Even though I am here to help it’s as if all pressures and tensions have disappeared.  I have no demanding goals, nothing calling my name except to just do what I am here to do.  And I enjoy everything thing I can do for Lana.  My body is taking a break from the gym and I am sleeping soundly on an air mattress designed by Lazy Boy.  The weather is a balmy 78 degrees and the sun is shining.  It is awesome!

SOMEHOW IT MAKES A DIFFERENCE

Kathleen Martens

January 31, 2017

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Oh the difference a day makes

When traveling away from home

Farther afield pressures shed

The longer that we roam.

Somehow it makes a difference

Not to be looking at your own mess.

It is quite a comfortable reprieve

I really must confess.

The expanse and wonder

Of the great outdoors

Seems to open the mind a bit,

And settle inner wars.

So much to do when surrounded

By all that is not in order.

Perhaps I should work for someone else

And let another be my sorter.

Days and miles separate space

From all normal cares and woes.

But I sure miss my hubby

From my head to my toes.

As I see the wonders of the miles

He waits patiently for my return,

And my heart belongs to him,

For his love I do yearn.

Thank You God for such a wonderful husband who waits patiently for my return.

Thank You God for Lana’s daily healing.

Thank You for allowing me to be here with her.

GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU!

REMEMBER TO KEEP ON TASK!