The upside downess

at least it is achieving and show that I do not lay in bed, sulking or moping as tis put. Again it is more hibernation in grief days and usually by those not suffered so greatly ... 

I HAVE JOURNEYED magnificently; to those who trudge out in a routine for nigh on decades ... the upside to such tragedy ... 

It has taken me to depths of feelings; I can now use in the gift of time .. 

The best part of recent times

succumbed to some really difficult times in the physical ills. 

I was really getting into some organisation. The paperwork too. The archiving and just keeping the recent papers one requires to keep the paraphernalia handy. All ready just to move into the truck, one day to get to my destination next from here.... 

Methodical in haphazard

The just start anywhere where planning is difficult ... the strands of conflicts Now I have my paperwork going back into order from now ... back through the realms of disgust 

Another dappy time

out and about ... a sunrise shop ... goodies in for a full English breakfast or brunch on the healthy grill ... A really versatile piece of equipment given by Mum and Dad to restock the kitchen post crisis ... 

Amazing how we rally round ... I never expected to get assistance like that in the prime of my life in all avenues ... from the unthinkable that happened ... 

In the day

the slow movement of getting the due process. While, the while the way in a mountain of debris shifted in time... 

There is always something in the occupy when the mind, tis minded. And currently it is a tad frustrating... 

Discipline in Dilemmas

The constitution had a haul. The collection of paperwork from the meetings attended at the learnings on the failings. The continued failings is evident in the time line. 

The collation from 2013 .... of so much that year ...I finally get to see what a cousin did, in 2017. He had realms of it ... amaazing ...

A plod long

the usual future in tandem with what past... the settle down for a long evening in some goodness ... the try out of the strip down yesterday, reaping the benefits today. A simple meal with simple food with some of my pleasures will restore the arduous tasks taken on the journey dank into lightness ... 

Another achievement

in freshening up and making thy abode different. My daughter will think she is in the wrong home! The family banter to lighten the mood in mode ... 

A museum

showroom store room or abode ... take a pick ... with more news of looking in your purse for rare coins. The quandary in holding onto a OCD lot for gain or in my case pain ... the greed of eyes do not appear in this move ... 

Those inspired moments

gone in the echoes of time by interruptions ... the feature wall ... the tromp-l'oeil window and the feature fireplace when it was removed for the boiler upgrade .... adding to the featureless home post crisis ...

Now those energies are gone along with the attempts to rebuild in all that interrupted period .... like a ship sailing off in the distant mists of time ... 

A complete revamp on my life inside out and upside down is this conclusion from that time ...the housing options needed in that time for assisted care to avoid all those instances because I did not fit in to any category for I appeared too strong ... 

The emerald not quite that age ... and so forth .... I will find a way to relive .... in the meantime enjoy rattling around in the echoes of mess in clear 

Thy space, thy time

Another time and place inside the abode. The more affirmative time in sift through the debris of shock reverberations ...The series of events after event while trying to deal with my own ... 

All this muddle layer on layer. The initial eagerness in doing the home up. Only finding the pulling and pushing of so many things dragging me down. I had no piece of time for myself for a very long time. And no one got that except for a empathetic cousin. 

The time in

the zone, alone in part. The scatter in the matter. The organisation slow to arrive. The piece of functions in pit back together... 

My mind did wander a tad. I rescued my dinner just in time .... the thoughts overwhelmed and elsewhere and this weekend sees the anniversary date for the funeral of my spouse. I am taking time to have a festive meal at home and raise a toast to the success on arrival back from jaunts in new and familiar haunts. The offer in a role to give time subject to the last hurdles. To get this far in a process is amazing after such a time of it .... when at times I would like to curl up and hibernate ... it is still within in me to give in kind ... 

Knee deep

in the midst of clearing some accumulated time. It is not always hoarding. The start that I have etched was the day I decided no more bothering ...when the calendar was stuck for some time. I hovered in time just being a mother bear. The pinpoint in overwhelmingly stuck with another minds ways ...

I know what I am on about. No one else will. 

Each hoard situation is not the same ... in many respects ... 

The long haul

recommenced. The task too many and a bit hit and miss with moods. The anticipation attention on something somewhere is slowly reaping benefits.... the world is beckoning back .... 

Something needed for something, is charting more rigorously the health for energy levels to recupe. That will be at least 2.69 years to get to that target... and About Five years for a spouse grief ...all so clinical ...

Another day rest

start before the onslaught of sort, organise, dig and delete, delve. And retrieve, remove, clean and maintain... 

Back in the foray

of how to tackle too much ... I am glad of my own time and space to do this... the irony in that much ... I have already stuck right in on the functions of past, present and future in many strands of life reclaiming... 

Away from

problematic solutions, given way to fresh ways to approach this home still very much needing organisation to function way better...

The collecting of info to attain a much better strategy in those not heeding me ...