This week: July 17th – 23rd, 2017

July 26th, 2017

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Welcome to the Mean Season

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Spud- The Sun Dog

“I’ll Fly Away”

Some bright morning when this life is over
I’ll fly away
To that home on God’s celestial shore
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

When the shadows of this life have gone
I’ll fly away
Like a bird from these prison walls I’ll fly
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

Oh, how glad and happy when we meet
I’ll fly away
No more cold iron shackles on my feet
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

Just a few more weary days and then
I’ll fly away
To a land where joys will never end
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away, oh glory
I’ll fly away in the morning
When I die, Hallelujah by and by
I’ll fly away

I’ll fly away

Written by 1929 by Albert E. Brumley
and published in 1932 by the Hartford Music company in a collection titled Wonderful Message.

This week: July 10th – 16th, 2017

July 19th, 2017

Days off. Out when cool. Lock down when hot. Welcome to the Mean Season.
Twos day. Sameness abounds. Greggo is a putterer. I spend too much time in my head.
Sameness abounds.
Ol’ Mother’s cupboard needs a few things. Why not North? Early flip run. Hwinnie mode.  Food. Flowers. Grandview. Moments in time. ELIE. We back trip through the District. Looking back. A favorite view of our beloved country.
Back to Sameness. It just is. BOC
G gets checked out. The eyes have it.
Week-end.
Day Of Rest. Decision. Not what one thinks.
Placement. I yi yi. Brain twisting continues. It will land well.

My hope is built on nothing less. Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness;

Edward Mote, 1797-1874. 

 

This week: July 3 – 9th, 2017

July 12th, 2017

Out when Cool. Lock down when hot. Welcome to the Mean Season. Welcome to my…IMG_20170710_152656IMG_20170710_152656
(Shut up Alice)
Quiet 4th. Quiet! (memories do their work.)
Early morning Flip Run North. Racing the heat. Sabrina is still pulling tricks. It’s simply the only place I want to be.
Bee are being Bees. Thankfully.
Days are being misplaced. Sameness is rearing it’s head.
Weak-end
Day Of Rest. Ice is nice.
Change?
Early morning and evenings are life.

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This week: June 26t – July 2nd, 2017

July 5th, 2017

Outside when Cool. Lock down when hot. The Mean season is here.

Transformation almost complete. Max is legless and of main focus.

North. Sabrina still balks at the far point but stranded we are not. My point seems to resonate with at least one other. ELIE and Grandview. The River and the noon whistle. She was happiest here.

Half the bees go on adventure. Good luck. Inklings matter.

A small visit. All seems well. Timing good or bad seems mute. Saltwater taffy shine forth. I hate the first days of lock down. Hoping to adjust soon. Books wait to be devoured. I’m not hunger quite yet. Poor reactions contained I hope.

Week-end. Bee watch. Beard removal.

Day Of Rest. Old Hymns are the best. IMO. KJV  doesn’t mess to well with NLT for me today. ? Lock Down.

I will hold to the old paths and garner a quiet faith. Lord, help me in my endeavor. Amen and Amen.

This week: June 18th – 25th, 2017

June 25th, 2017

 

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Dearest Lord Jesus,

Please provide for me a quiet faith. The kind that resides full and strong.

A quiet faith that guides my path, one that helps me through all life long.

The kind of faith that seems marrow deep that sustains me while awake or at sleep.

A quiet faith that can’t be shook that reveals it’s presence with just one look.

The kind of faith that isn’t fake. In the hardest times it will never brake.

A faith that bares kindness and love towards other’s.

A quiet faith just like my Mother’s. 

Amen

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This week: June 12th – 19th, 2017

June 21st, 2017

Days off. Coffee for two.  I know where my mechanic is.
Twos day. Coffee for two. Cooler.
Mid-week. Mourning. Morning. I can’t lock into an avenue. Splintered. All the days are splintered. shhhhhhh. Peace be still. Life by rote. Live by rote.
Visit. Lessons in loss. Lord, please help us in the time.
Early morning breakdown holds ’til the afternoon. We run. We help? Some. The mechanic does the rest. He claims it’s jealous.
Week-end. Cd’A has explored into tourism. We’ll hold our hover since the eastside is a quiet corner. I don’t need the mayhem or the heat.

Day Of Rest. Happy Father’s Day. I get to see and be with the only one that matters.  The sunshine and the heat hold me under. Thankful for ice and ice cream. 100_8527 100_8528 100_8529 100_8533 100_8535 100_8538 100_8539

This week: June 5th – 11th,2017

June 14th, 2017

T1-HeadingHomehis day we brought our Treasure Home. This is the true measure of time.

 

 

 

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The clocks are still. I know I’m cuckoo. I don’t want to hear their opinion quite yet.

 
Only one day will hold place.
Only one place will hold the days.

 
I needed to be there one more time. Too short. Oh, too short. Sabrina runs it’s maiden voyage to the beloved north country. Pulling a grand trick at the far point. Haywire. We put too many eggs in our basket only to break them all towards the end.
Lost too many spoons. Ms Izzah Daymesser takes up all the room only leaving Big Dee her corner to snort from.
Shhhhh. Peace be still.

 

Maximus!

VMax

This week: May 29th – June 4th, 2017

June 4th, 2017

I haven’t ran the clocks for a few days. I don’t want a measure of this time. Numbness reigns that even realization can’t dislodge. Peace be still mind and heart. Peace be still.
It’s the last Days of May. Real time not the song. We’re not o.k. the last Days of May.
Calls and texts. The heat builds. We are on Lock Down in earnest. BooHissssssssssss.
I haven’t ran the clocks for a few days. I don’t want a measure of this time.
I haven’t ran the clocks for a few days. I don’t want a measure of this time. I grab onto only a few choice morsels.
I haven’t kept track of the days this week. I don’t want a measure of this week.
2017 will be infamous forever… Peace be still.

This week: May 22nd -28th, 2017

May 30th, 2017

Days off. Coffee for two. Greggo is up to his latest usual up-ness. Things are getting closer to done. Progress. East is the direction. Before and After the Fall, too is there alright. Ready to push or pull just in case. Glad for the outcome. Samantha is like riding a cloud. “How would you know. You’ve never ridden a cloud.” True, so when I do I’ll say. A cloud is just like riding in Samantha. Small visit. Love and Prayers.
Two’s day. Greggo is the up man. “When this ol’ world starts getting me down…” I split.IMG_20170519_144223 Not the way I envisioned but hopefully the result will bee the desired effect. The day warms up passed tolerance. Thankful for shade and wind. It’s too soon for lock down.
Mid-week. I don’t believe I have ever felt so useless. In and out before the heat built up.
I don’t believe I have ever f1-GPop&A-05-28-2017elt so useless. In and out before the heat built up. Greggo is almost done being up.
I don’t believe I have ever felt so useless. In and out before the heat built up. Greggo is closer yet to not being up.
Day Of Rest. 7:15 a.m. Bday minutes are celebrated too. 28 on the 28th Happy Birthday G! Giving thanks for you. A small, silent, question answering visit. Looks peaceful. Lord bless and keep her. Warm. Too warm. G2K2A2 B gathering. Eastsides and Westsides converge to Celebrate G’s Day. Nice. Nothing much better than picking dandelions with a little one. It’s simply Grand. Read the rest of this entry »

This week: May 15th – 21st, 2017

May 23rd, 2017

Could almost join Boyie’s thoughts  of Monday. Though I won’t use his expletive.
Could change the lyrics to add Tuesday. We will insert “gone with the wind” at the end tho’.
I’ve been Off World. Greggo’s been up when he can. G is touch and go…no go…go. “Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away.” Ha ha. That doesn’t count the nightmares g gains. He begs. I concur. My guilt can’t get any more profound anyway. Big Dee laughs hysterically from the middle of the room now days. It is shaking the windows.
Early out with the girls. IMG_20170519_143303-300x171Getting to attempt the set up for the spilt. We will call this  “Stage one” of many. How I need to do this kind of stuff certainly doesn’t resemble a BeeLine. Hopeful non the less. Gregg helps with “Stage Two” so it gets done ahead of my schedule. Thankful me.
Little visits here and there. Love and Prayers.
Week end. A small visit. Can’t keep g silent. Shake it off. Move on. Hope the bad dreams cease. A sun break calls us out just in time to get caught in the rain. Greggo is still up in it. I carry a girl almost back home. Sweet.
Day Of Rest. We attend. It’s like stepping into another life. Some familiar. Some not so much. Good message from a different source. Good and good. G is sound. Prayers. Good-bye week. Good-bye.