WOW, August passed way too quickly for me, that whole month just came in and breezed on through. Yes, I accomplished a lot of small things along the way but I just wanted the TIME to take longer.
I remember, as a child, time seemed to drag. An upcoming birthday, or an event that was maybe only a week away, took FOREVER to arrive. Sitting in a boring class, at school, you could watch the second hand on the clock ...tick tock tick tock ... you'd waft away into a daydream while the teacher's monotone just faded into a gentle background buzz ... and then something would jar you back to the present, you'd look at the clock and ... FIVE MINUTES!! The clock says only 5 minutes has passed?
Is time relevant to how LONG you've lived?
I mean, when you're a child, you've not lived soooo long, so that day is a longer segment of your life, than someone older, like me, now in my 60s. So 1 day is a much smaller part of my life now, because I've had so many of them?
I really don't know the answer, LOL. It's perplexing. Just one of those questions that pops up in my mind every so often.
So, I just said goodbye to 31 in August and am now enjoying the first of 30 in September. I want to make sure I make them count, and feel satisfied with how I spent them. I am the first to admit that I am disorganized and often procrastinate. Let's face it, I'm lying in bed almost all day, I have nothing but time on my hands, but sometimes the mental oomph required to do something just isn't there, even though I know that it needs to be done.
Today I thus announced to the world on my Facebook pages, that I am giving myself a 30 day challenge. Yes, it's for my main business but that just gives it focus. The fact that people will now expect something new from me each day gives a kind of accountability. Besides which the postings will give me a measurable "item" to see that I did what I intended to do ... and will hopefully also give me some results!
In August though, I received my first 2 handmade Christmas stockings, for 2 of my great-grands, and the crocheted dress/cloche set for one of them. My granddaughter was thrilled with them and we laughed over my idea of putting away the shawl I had made for her birth, and this dress set after she outgrows it, for her, for her first daughter ... to which my granddaughter pointed out that she may not have a daughter ... well, at that point she'd have to figure something else, I guess.
I love finding "perfect" gifts to suit my family, and I love when I can support my fellow DS business people too. I realised just how many of my friends are involved in working their own businesses, some (like me) for companies, as representatives, and others from their own talents such as needlework, crochet, woodwork, a talent for drawing, making candy or pies, or a whole host of other things. That made me think. Farmers are definitely the backbone of America, but maybe us hard working mamas and nannies are a part of it too?
It's a premise I will def push in the coming weeks, as on my Facebook pages, I want to share for my friends and support them in their ventures, just as I hope they may do, for me.
Well, yesterday hubby took the car for the transmission purge and flush, but it didn't happen - the guy at Firestone was really nice and explained that the tool they used was high pressure and could blow out the seals ... and suggested he take it to a transmission only facility. Their instruments are more finely tuned towards transmissions, I guess. So, hubby was supposed to be calling today to try to get an appointment, for Saturday afternoon. Hope he has managed to. I am really worried about it, I don't want us ending up needing a new transmission because of something simple that could have been done and wasn't.
Then, last night, after quite a few weeks of nothing, the coyotes were back in our field and up close to the house. We let our dogs out ready for us to go to bed, and they immediately started barking, and then we heard the howling/yapping sound that coyotes make when they "sing". We worry for my one goat Sadie now, she's old and out there by herself. The 2 chickens sleep up in the tree, but she's just in the front yard now by herself since the others have all passed away. When the dogs are out, she runs in their pack with them, around the yard and up to the fence, cute to watch.
So I yelled out the window, "yah", "get", "go", and hubby got the shotgun and plodded down the field. I hate the idea of killing any animal but if it's one of mine, or them, then it's going to be them. Thankfully, there was no need, as they had scarpered.
Well, hubby is about to get off work and be on his way home, so hope you have a great evening.
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