Day 365; Footnotes Looking Forward

And it has begun. Actually it began an hour ago, the sounds of explosions near and far. It isn’t even ten pm yet, but then I saw where a local weather prognosticator posted photos of storms headed this way that he “doesn’t like the looks of” so the amateur pyrotechnicians are determined to put on their show.

While I sat here sipping hot cocoa, listening to the babble of Ancient Aliens and both of my dogs are sprawled out in this room asleep. The official cat is in hiding somewhere due to my earlier activities.
I have been working on that deep clean. That getting rid of what isn’t necessary or used. I carried several items out to the trailer today, the dogs watching curious as to what I was doing. I got rid of a stereo system that was older than my son and hadn’t been turned on in years. The last time I tried it wouldn’t come on, but it made a handy place for my son to place his motorcycle helmet. Now, its gone.


I wanted to move the piano up where the stereo had been, but I couldn’t move that thing. When my son came in from work he helped me move it to where I wanted. I do need to find a furniture cleaner as it has gotten dusty. When my son goes back to work I’ll empty and move the large bookshelf up to where the piano had been. Then decide what books I want to keep. That book shelf is filled with cookbooks. The frustrating thing about most cookbooks, the recipes that look and sound so good, call for ingredients that I never have in my house.

Something got their attention

I am still looking for a bookshelf for the books I have in this room that fell not too long ago. I have the books stacked in a chair, on the floor and on my desk. I’ll figure out what I can do as I continue the cleaning and organizing.

I discovered that a box of tall kitchen trash bags I purchased is defective. Every one I have tried to put in my trashcan has snapped and the tie broken. I can still use them, its just they can’t be tied and have to be carried carefully to the trailer otherwise I’ll have a mess in the yard.

Just as the clearing away of the unnecessary things in my thoughts and life. To try and move too quickly, or not at all, is a mistake. Too not check clearly as to what I’m tossing or keeping, is a mistake. Understanding just as with the piano, there are going to be times I need help. That, there are going to be times when I feel defective, but am still more than useful.

Looking back from here, this past year has not been perfect, but it has not been a disaster. There have been bad moments but there has also been amazing moments. The bad and the good have taught me much. Have given me the opportunity to grow in many ways. As this year comes to its end, the door soon closing, the door to the new year opens….and the adventure begins.

Dad looking to see if 2022 is here yet..

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to Day 365; Footnotes Looking Forward

  1. leendadll says:

    I gave up on cleaning and settled down for a nap with my cats. Fireworks, guns, and mortar shells started here at 6pm… it was still light!!… and have been steady since (now 8:30). I dread midnight… always sounds like a warzone and you never know how many are bullets that will come back down!

    I hope your 2022 is filled with happiness!

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