talk about lazy blogging.
my head's too addled with looking after a sick but cheery, chattery seven year old with a penchant for seemingly nonsensical repetition to think of anything intelligent to say.
thank goodness for the magic of links.
Pauline said..."the world doesn't order itself according to my whims and fancies. (or does it? sigh. another question.)"
YOUR world does! I always liked the dialogue between Richard Bach and Donald Shimoda in Bach's "Illusions" where Donald says, "Are you telling me that...four billion people do not live in four billion separate worlds...?"
There's more to the quote but that part always stuck with me. I so agree on a visceral level with the notion that we all live in worlds of our own making. Knowing that allows me to be far less judgmental.
focusfinder said...Your words and pictures have frequently offered me fascinating glimpses into your world, thank you.
actually, it's my turn to say thank you.
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Thanks for the link! Now I have a new blog on my must-read list.
Hope your cheery, chattery 7 year old is feeling better!
I'm glad you enjoyed it, I was pleased to find it again. sometimes I think being slightly (slightly? ha.) forgetful is a blessing sometimes. my cheery chattery seven year old is better, but she and her cheery chirpy eight year old sister are home today, still sneezing and coughing a bit, too full of germs to think of sending them to school (though some parents would, which is probably why I'm nurse again today, but I'm not too bitter and twisted about it, really I'm not) but too full of life to be quiet patients in bed. but I've just put them down for a rest, and oh it's quiet now, so quiet I can hear the chicken bubbling in the pot, now we'll have broth for soup, the house smells good, chicken cold for salads and sandwiches, and life is not so bad. raining again. but we did have two whole days of mostly sun this weekend, and a nice supper & evening of cards and conversation over at the neighbours' last night.
There were times this winter when I had that nasty cold/cough thing that I longed for my mother and bubbling chicken soup that I did not have to drag myself out of bed to make! How lovely to be taken care of when one is sick. It may seem odd to think of it this way but you are making wonderful memories for your girls, just as my mother made for me.
I remember lounging on the couch, propped up with pillows and books and blankets, eating jello, my sister gone to school, my dad at work, and mom all mine, and fluttering around full of love. sometimes it was a patient love, sometimes not so patient. but always love, even when it was the kind that shows its face as duty, and sometimes that's the most deep of all, when you'd rather be doing anything else, but care enough to put that aside.
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