The wee hours

the toss of much troubled subconscious... I do not need anyone to analyse them.... I expect anyone who assists those in store rooms of homes with no space or on the sidelines like myself while it unfolds have them too. 

Ironic that in life in general where things are not put back in the right place in public environments were hard to cope with anyways... and then the private space when thy environment spiralled into what it did ....

When you live with partially sighted or blind the things in life need to be in the same place and toys not left scattered ... 

... when you used to that and irritated by public spaces ... I must have been really mentally frustrated to the near point of no return ... 

Releasing the shackles in thy own personal scale of things when my valued space and organisation disintegrated ... where others were touched on by those who observed me in this time ... how the chalk and cheese at the outset of this ... me who lived with someone with adult onset eyesight difficulties Initially from a work incident and realising at least three generations of the paternal inlaws had an hoarding legacy ... either it is predetermined from the genes, and most definitely nurtured in that environment.... rubbing off on the spouses!  

There is so much not known ... I lost my husband long before ... 

Gravesend, Parks and beaches

the annual flurry of a hot spell brings the journalists photos of already tanned skin, promoting the health glow under ultra violet ...  and not the images of what it can do to the skin if precautions not heeded ... 

Gravesend hitting the hot spot ... again ... the kids pier day in grey cloud in the west Country while we baked in the South East early again ... 

A trying morning ...

in the transition that can be most tricky ... ....fortunately it became a little more of an ambient time. Though shaky at times. The intermix of much sowed now sprinkling life with some progress ... 

Whilst in a transition

the foray into putting things into electronic form. This to share with kin what is left in what I come across in putting order back ... The road now towards the time with the drivers finally passed and getting experience to do further travels ... Their debut long road trip I happen to share ahead of the current time in the West Country happening now. We have already seen this strand and more of family and friends when we came together to celebrate the life of our now deaceased loved one ... 

The music is back in flow after a period of quiet. I have also read a paper book off the finds before I donate it. Once an avid reader. I am starting to have that time for self .... 

.... and the preps of shoes and clothes for a time in give ... now the forms are in the process of the final check and sign off to commence the induction and find baby steps again where it took less than half an hour to roll out of bed and get to work ... no clambering in chaos ... a simple time striving for once again ... 

THE VIRTUAL TAKE

The working the house keep in the cloud which can be finished wherever I'd be. The fortuitous in some decent work along the way. The pixels have progressed sharper too, in this recovery spectrum ... busy while in the wee hours where the toss and turn. Those that continue on. I have some more files in chronological order from the mess ... 

The electronic gas safety report made up

for rubbish through the letterbox into the new season, religious leaflets floating through on a Sunday. The unnecessary letters fallout from a too quick response on issues currently raising ... 

The intensity of advertising looking at first important making the actually importance of poll cards or whatever nigh on impossible to detect for those of us with varying degrees in reasons for aversion to handling the post ... I hate handling all unnecessary paper and really detest some aspects of life now!