So...after yesterday's 7 a.m. gas-bombing of the gopher we eagerly hurried out this morning expecting there to be no fresh evidence. Alas, a brand new mound of gopher tailings. The Husband was growling. After digging and more digging a new tunnel was discovered and promptly gas-bombed. As of this evening nothing fresh to indicate viable critters creating havoc in the grass. Anxious for tomorrow morning.
One of today's goals: to find a lamp to replace the one that succumbed to the rough-housing of The Husband and the Grandchilluns about 1 1/2 years ago. (I just didn't want to spend the money...but as time went on, I missed that lamp more and more.) Walked into our favorite furniture place and after walking the multiple acres of the store went back to the very first lamp I saw and walked out with it (after parting with the required monies). Had debated about whether to get one or two lamps, but again, not liking to spend money we only got the one. (What a delightful surprise to find we had a rebate on our account, providing us with a $32 discount!)
Once we got the lamp home, bulbed and plugged in, it was clearly evident it required a mate. So off we went again to the store where we purchased the companion and brought it home. Viola! Instant re-decorating! I absolutely love the lamps. So sad that I waited so long, but so happy that just the right lamp was in the right place at the right time. How did it know?
So honored to have a friend drop by with a birthday gift. And love, love, love the "Life Is Good" cup with lid and straw from The Daughter. What an absotively perfect b-day remembrance!
Perfect
I'm starting to think I don't like this word anymore. We use it all the time. When we ask for something that someone else then provides and it's just right, we say "perfect!" We often use it to describe something - "Oh, it's just perfect!" Or - "She's so perfect!"
And yet: things, situations, relationships and people are rarely really perfect. I seems like if we use the word enough we can convince ourselves that things are perfect. And we shortchange ourselves and others.
Too often people will be held up as an example of perfection, sometimes by others around them, and sometimes by themselves. And who can live up to that expectation for very long? And what standard is used for the judgement?
This is an imperfect world, peopled with imperfect people pursuing that vague status of perfection because we think it must be attained before we can rejoin those in the world to follow. But it is not a status that can be obtained in this world, nor is it really expected of us.
What is expected, in my opinion, is to have a pure heart, a kind soul, an unselfish attitude and a willing spirit. Those are things to strive for. (And leave the perfect out of the equation. It isn't going to happen.) And what is also expected is for us to continually work on improving our hearts, souls, attitudes and spirits. To reach ever higher in our actions and motivations, to keep our eyes fixed on the goal and work toward that end.
I don't want to settle for anything less than my best - and that has nothing to do with anyone else.
Perfect? Schmerfect!
And yet: things, situations, relationships and people are rarely really perfect. I seems like if we use the word enough we can convince ourselves that things are perfect. And we shortchange ourselves and others.
Too often people will be held up as an example of perfection, sometimes by others around them, and sometimes by themselves. And who can live up to that expectation for very long? And what standard is used for the judgement?
This is an imperfect world, peopled with imperfect people pursuing that vague status of perfection because we think it must be attained before we can rejoin those in the world to follow. But it is not a status that can be obtained in this world, nor is it really expected of us.
What is expected, in my opinion, is to have a pure heart, a kind soul, an unselfish attitude and a willing spirit. Those are things to strive for. (And leave the perfect out of the equation. It isn't going to happen.) And what is also expected is for us to continually work on improving our hearts, souls, attitudes and spirits. To reach ever higher in our actions and motivations, to keep our eyes fixed on the goal and work toward that end.
I don't want to settle for anything less than my best - and that has nothing to do with anyone else.
Perfect? Schmerfect!
Age
Does everyone's body know when it's time to start falling apart?
Is there an expiration date on it? Or on good health?
I have a sore knee. The Husband has a sore back. We're a couple of oldies -- but goodies. (Can someone please tell that to my body - the goodie part?)
Is there an expiration date on it? Or on good health?
I have a sore knee. The Husband has a sore back. We're a couple of oldies -- but goodies. (Can someone please tell that to my body - the goodie part?)
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