A change in environmental

the fathom in getting on with things in a new environment... It will be a challenge.. I have settled in to a journey I only hope I am on the right train ... I sailed off in my mind on the tube train deep underground im London ... I came too before I missed my stop ... 

it is more of the usual tasks within a home for a while.  A change it will be 

All the while

I am immersed in much to reduce to dissipate ... I have converted much to the device my sister introduced me in the recuperating months since the deep impact ... 

It is an aid in more than communicating, playing games, listening to music, creating, recipes and blogging ... 

It is a world immersed in the past and future. The recovery of photos albeit with a gap of my own view through the lens. The future works in plan, on this tablet. 

And I have been playing many songs old and new ... And although not the same as my keyboard. The fact of being in time with music when my mind is aflutter and far away at moments in holes of time ... It is therapeutic and amazing ... especially in the quiet when life fell silent for many, many days.

The first three months with no TV or music ... the attempts of my sister ... to do a top twenty of our songs for an MP3 to get me back on track ... took a long while ... 

Focus on the cool

in anticipation ... of the sizzle of the summer days ... I have put my inner resources into nice things and that still transpires into a tidy in itself ... the more of a find in me ... too ... 

I do the light duty tasks in those moments I struggle... the new dilemma appearing in the physical side of the health ... the air is not good in this triangle of land I live in ... the squelter and the wind stream hangs invisible pollution I can smell but not see ... we enquired about this before ... 

It is good to attempt to vary the air around ... 

The plod in slow

a little easier with the heat of the season. On time back in this month, I have plodded with the housekeep in cool. The going up to the North of England for the first time again, in the peak of movement season as I did at Christmas. All tasks set to get in the environment more. This occasion to see the new home, and not this coming Monday's graduation day now 

This to enjoy life amore, after life in set back ... It has certainly been a yo yo in this time ... 

Housekeeping ...

ready for the influx in the new adventures of expanding my knowledge. The confines within those devices a sister introduced me too. My learnings for the operating system more common in vocational. 

Again the slight difference from the norm in what I do. It is again with two self publishing platforms. A mixture of the two would be lovely. The expansion of what is commercially or commonly viable. The design limitations. Although beautiful, it does not always tick my box in ways simple, yet it does. I loved the books with those quality papers. The ones that do not yellow, like those pesky newspaper mountains I eventually gave up on. 

Only today the thoughts on the freedom of those very papers. My daughter respectful, along with her boyfriend of not bringing newspapers across this threshold. 

A little bit of what ya fancy ..

... the food in French with a bit of Mediterranean too, this day ... the seasonal food, I have missed a tad  yet again ... I made an effort to try something new again ... 

... that for little food, in from the store, The adjusted way of much less waste. This food stored in a much better way, far on from the early days,  of all adjustments in the food into the home ... 

I have really been pulling in the budget too, living by the offers more again. The product placements and the shelf move arounds annoying . I like to spend the minimum amount of time in the false environments now, these recovery days. I have better things to do with the time ... 

I used to like shopping.... not so now.... 

Usual in unusual

...the clean ... the periodic ... those forms ... the updates ... the dust that crumbles in all that was shook up in the forgotten ... 

Revisional ...

... my own cousin who walked alongside for that tragic restructuring in the aftermath, in contact where my core family dealing with the shock they thought it would be Dad who at the time in treatment for cancer, not their son in law 

 ... the eventual look back on the revise, those struggles he too had with it all ... the impact on his knowledge already in that sector of support ... 

I too took a lot from his wider knowledge of the life and times in mental health in more ... 

Thankful for some

in this time ... the stir of memories much ... 

the romance, the rough, the rubbishy and the rubble left to pick up ... I really could do with Harry Potters wand ... 

The thoughts in those immediate days after ... here and there ... The strength in not acting it out and in sleep walking ... 

days in disharmony

to the difference in diligence ... 

diversity in dilemma ... duty in discord ... the beauty in the videos of brief recordings of time in a vale and estuary with coves and magic of times now and gone ... 

the natural sounds of water of a river in stream, the wind, the bird song. A little of the chimes captured in candid moments ... all reminders while I sift or upload to you tube of times in terrible to this fantastical time of discovery in both the new and new; and the new in the old ...

The skills are being honed

again from the old ways of cleaning, removing stains, recipes and simply just moving things around in ornamental decor ... While awaiting the fate as slow by bit I reduce life ... The bedsits on offer. The decisions continually being made... where do I go from here .... ? 

Key words in time

this is the saddest part  ... 

Words etched in print, for those who are many times taken from their work to do an investigation and conclude in part ...the time constraints of too much ... 

The volume of work too ... In the climate of complaints ... the silence in condition, constraints in communication and continuity... 

The tick over

of the fest of hiking ... I am now in a hike of the home ... for a while ....making the most of being near the city, the north and bang in the middle of where the family are spread out  .... Enjoying the time of mischief, without anyone knowing ...

Off ...on track

... In all areas of the rebuild ... Back on my own to lay the ghosts of time bad and sad to happy just as the hubby that now gone in body would like to see ... The echo of the do not stand at my grave and weep for I am not there 

To do so ... 

The pick up back on the thoughts before I disappeared from ...

Ease in the tease

The forgetful in the flee
The determination dogmatic
Dealing in the pragmatic
The silly in out
The fling about in flout
The mock in scoff
Now I'm free an aloft