Swirls of time and space

🚀 in all aspects. 

wherever you sat in a rain swept county in England

In the nitty gritty

and the hopes the feelings keep me buoyant in this crucial time. A August inside this year to do the necessary in clearing up the remnants of the shite left. It exacerbates the feelings of much that is annoying and antagonistic that influences the try in keeping on top of things ... 

The pretence in much of the supposed professionals who like my own daughter ... they may be brilliant in their field, but common sense can be so lost in these amazing minds ... minds outstanding are the ones who get complexities like a intellectual hubbie and many others we know... 

That is fact and not any of this trash of being ism of sorts ... I have comprehended much in a world where we cannot really speak our minds. Especially seeing a multitude of words and items not produced anymore. A toy kept to pass on to daughter of a deceased hubby. A car 🚗 with Noddy, Big Ears and Golliwog ..... I believe the later productions of the golly was replaced with a teddy bear ... 

Multiple plans

another long phone call with a daughter. It is so good to see a use for items given first refusal. There is so much in landfill already without the cluttering of many, along with the plastic shite produced world wide. The times in a river to detangle the wildlife from the plastic rings that hold the cans together discarded by mindless people ... This plastic always making the news. This plastic too surrounding our life in home and work and leisure that give off toxic fumes when the equation of fire risk ignites in the science of diagrams at a induction day for volunteering 

The thoughts too on much again this time in alter ... hospital food on my radar from that voluntary time in hydration given in more than my loved ones now. The strangers who we come into contact with a while on a more personal level than most within a unit in a hospital... 

The plans forthcoming in days away. The suitcase getting packed with more items to depart from here. A multitude of tasks to keep me occupied in thought and deed .. 

The en masse to massive

difference in the change backs ...the take back the control at the helm. The major difference in acceptability in one agency to another I hope a distance past to come!  ... I have varying plans to get the abode decorated as originally entailed with getting a quote for a fund to do? And finding a career to better put me on my feet for moving. 

The turmoils to disperse to get to thy aims?  I am putting my needs first. It may seem a long time to others. Absolutely no one knows what my view out on life is.  And the tragedy is others don't value or appreciate outlooks unless they too have been impacted massively... in life to what it was. And although I am adapting back in ways, it is altered to not only wisdom that comes in years ... for some the wisdom from tragic circumstances that differ to the norm that come in a personal history of events. And sometimes untimely and unbecoming...

And my impact is never not seen ...it is within ... in all aspects 

The now in the past

the swirl round of the life intermixes .... the people and the stuff of life .... 

For me ...

... the getting back my set up ways after the space invasion... the laundry, the clean, the tidy up of dragging about with the ferret through of treasures or shite! 

The shattered feeling in such a compact time in alternating dust clouds for sun clouds . 

For them ... the safe arrival home with a loaded vehicles cle packed with useful goodies rather well by them ... The excitement after work today of setting these items up, the start in the newly decorated and refurbished rooms in giving the items the allocated use in the relevant way ... 

It 'tis amazing to see life how we are used to it again !!!!!! 

A week that 'twas

A cheeky daughter! 

and the shift in time. The treasures in a room behind a door from the clutter clearance to what matters. The personal treasures. A ruthless chuck in time in still. The decision made to chuck .... what still I am schtum on. 

I have surveyed what the kin started on .... I am left awhile again to my own woeful world to say goodbyes ... I have my set up in mind, the room plans and now going into the swirling movement of removals in dust clouds in a room to lay out after the toss .... 

This toss and turn in mind overdrive. The pace to come in time. The progress will settle one ... the peace that follows the turmoil all too familiar ... the dreams my daughter have that only us that are in those situations know the disturbed nightmares. We have shared much on the impact from that lack of duty of care in yet another burst of time here again ... 

The amazing experiences shared again on our own turf that left us both with faces aglow with wonder. The cheeky fun from what we find in working through the glut of time lost ....

And back to a river we used to live by. The once easy access to walk along this river too. The palette of colour in the time spent together in this area. The mossy water greens to a view from the hills and vales of shimmering gold fields to the aroma in the breeze of sweet smelling purple fields of lavender... 

The once local farm shop full of Kent sourced goodies of all manners seen again after many seasons passed when we were both younger enjoying this life lost awhile once again ...

Even though we moved just up the road ... we came back here often until the world closed in on us ... 

The sparkle

amore this time next week. We shall be seeing what brings in these hours when one becomes more awhile in the paper flutter now of only extensive documents and not newspapers! 

The silent respect of no newspapers coming into the home from these beloved people. The activity coming forth from plans made last summer who two more drivers in the experience of the first year in passing. 

I caretook of more belongings after the death of another core family member too while they set up home. It will now be moving with a huge sigh of relief on my part ... 

I want a capsule life so they may never face this task which would be difficult more; when it is my turn to leave stuff for others to sort on death ... 

The week of another set of new beginnings

and certainly with a chalk up of how kin are still dealt with the dots and ts not crossed. On hold in the permanent stasis in the background of the abhorrent deal in death ...

... we had better things to look to. We are still chuckling how the elders on a ward one time, very much a mixed bunch of what they can even say more bluntly in the input of advancing years, if that is their characteristic mode. If a younger person had said it it would have had to be reported ... The discretion in not every word or deed noted... ! 

Our Dad was blunt. It was character building. And indeed after the social exclusion, if this person was looking for the reaction expected, it was not what they anticipated. 

And much goes on long before I came along and will continue to do so... nothing I say to those on who I report to will be surprised either! 

My late husband one of those impressionists of life, a watcher of people in mannerisms and dialects relayed many an experience from the many views of life in various situations.... 

... now I have many a tale to relay again, though the home is empty on arrival back home. The first moments, here, and in Kernow where Dad in retirement bounded down from the top of the home to make a pot of tea ... the latter years with a husband off work one was greeted with a brew too!  And those unique twinkles in greetings only loved ones have for you! 

en masse tidy

in a roundabout fashion. The tides in past wound up with a phobic person who happened to deteriorate in austerity times in cutbacks all round. It rubbed off on us a tad. Today the break free of routine back to making time to dust and vacuum ... where I can. It gets tedious when my daughter and her beau come to stay. 

Though now those plans last August while i was in the North West of England, when kiddo came in jangling the keys to her car she had her eye on kept with a deposit ...  if she passed her driving test that particular day on that occasion, now in progression finally. 

The movement in a once stuffed of clutter abode shows up each day. The schedules in ease to go and spend time in a hospital in gift of time now able to do so. 

And NOW the charity and tip runs a lot in ease for a while, to claim back more space much desired. Although with so many invisible obstacles in the mish mash of depressive states in among the Hallelujah times hinders some of the weeks past... 

the long haul that that one is achieving will see where we are at for the next stage ... my sister thinks I might stay if it returns to a nicer environment. 

 The pull to come and go in the future more so I feel at times!...