This is just going to be pieces and bits. 'Don't anticipate any and rants, but ya never know.
Recently heard an explanation of why we think so much of the past as we get older and it made so much sense. There is much more 'past' than there is 'future'. Used to be 'future' meant marriage, kids, school, homes, jobs, travel and on and on. Now 'future' may mean bucket list -- the things you either haven't scratched off or the things you know you won't scratch off.
This is not an entirely bad thing. Relaxing and enjoying each day is not a bad way to go. Getting up without an alarm! Now there's a concept!
So, the past comes up frequently. The good parts and the not so good parts. Just no fretting over the not so good parts. They are, after all, past. Now if there's something left undone that can be done -- like forgiveness -- do that by all means. Clean that up. And no playing the blame game either.
Which brings us to the "people" thought. Your queen now truly believes that every person who has come into your life has done so for a reason. There are some that we wish had not shown up.......but what's the lesson here?
And they're there for a time. And it can be sad when they go away for whatever reason. Our lives just take different courses. Didn't mean to get maudlin.
Diane and family are off the end of the week for 5 weeks of their vacation. Watching over their castle will be a shared responsibility with some other family. Thunder the wonder dog will be off to play with his brother (We call him Spike), so no need to dog sit.
We may have spoken -- written -- about discovering altered books. A new passion for your queen. Like we needed another hobby........This castle just needs another room!!!!!
Another court member is on our mind this day as she undergoes surgery. This major health issue thing also seems to be much more frequent in our lives. Is this another 'age' thing?
Good deed: Your queen rescued an errant hummingbird this week. Teeny thing made a wrong turn and flew into the castle then tried to fly out thru a closed window! We were very afraid that little bird would literally have a heart attack! We managed to get close enough -- think he was just plumb worn out -- to toss a light rag over him. He was so teeny! Didn't even take up our palm. Carried him to the porch and opened the rag and off he flew at about a gazillion miles per hour. Hope he's having a good life.
Well, this looks longer that we thought it would be.
Love you faithfuls,
Your Queen
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