END OF SUMMER . . . . ALREADY?

Good morning everyone.

I find it hard to believe that we are at the end of summer already and I have not had a chance to write since my last post about my appendix. I have been trying to figure out a way to get back to blogging, but it is like pounding my head against the wall – all it causes is a headache.

Even just now as I was typing the first two lines above, I got called away from my desk.

This summer has flown by with all that is happening.

My garden looks like a jungle of weeds due to the demanding job of babysitting and my month-long recuperation. Even now I have some residual pain that comes from bending and stooping and lifting, making it very uncomfortable to be out tending my plants.

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The weather has bounced from one extreme to the other – from unbearably hot and humid (anything over 70 ° is hot to me and it has been in the 80s and low 90s for much of the summer) to what has seemed like never-ending rain. I would like nothing better than to jump into November, but I will not go there for the sake of all of you people that do not like the cold and snow.
Bill has been busy mowing lawns and working on some building projects:

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We discovered mold in the back corner of our pantry because it is directly above the dryer vent in the basement and we had to rip out everything to clean with Clorox and then repaint with mold resistant paint. We got it all done and it looked pretty good until it was invaded by tiny black bugs in the dry goods.

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We had to throw out numerous bags of flour, spaghetti, macaroni, oatmeal, pancake mix and baking mixes. Then before we could re-stock, we had to go and invest in some airtight containers.

New air-tight containers.

New air-tight containers.

The red-topped malted milk containers were from when my dad was a baby.

The red-topped malted milk containers were from when my dad was a baby.

I have not decided what to do with my old tins, as I have had them for many years and love them; but I do not trust them now to keep out the bugs.

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Blessings for your day.

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2013

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FORGETTING MY HOUSEWORK S.O.P.

I have been struggling the last few weeks, feeling tired and run down.  This and some other problems have left me down and depressed, feeling not quite right.  I have had headaches off and on for days, and have had trouble keeping up with everything going on.

This is one of the reasons that my comments on your posts have been reduced to clicking the ‘like’ button for the most part.  Actually coming up with a comment was beyond me at times.

Thankfully this new blog schedule did not create a lot of “thinking” on my part for that duration of time.  I have not, however, been so fortunate with my ChristianBlessings writing or my manuscript work.

My housework has also taken a nose-dive.

Saturday before last, my husband went off at 6:30 in the morning to go deer hunting with his youngest son and I thought I would spend the morning catching up on my blog writing and then use the rest of the day to get some of the cleaning done.

I discovered a funny thing, though.

It has been so long since I have tried to tackle more than just a quick clean, I found myself trying to remember my “S.O.P.” for a full-house-cleaning.  I used to have a method to my cleaning that kept it relatively easy to conquer.

My old schedule was to clean a little every morning, taking one room a day to do an in-depth cleaning (ceiling to floor), and a whole house quick clean on Saturdays.  My house is small and this was not all that difficult to accomplish.  And I always did it the same way every week, so it was routine.

Imagine my dismay when I stood there and could not get into the spirit of cleaning because I could not wrap my mind around the work itself.  It was like the first day on a new job.

I guess I could always lay the blame squarely at the feet of my headache (that really does make sense, doesn’t it?); but it got me to thinking.

Would we have this same lapse in our communication, in our relationship with our Lord if we let it go for an extended period of time?

Isn’t this what makes it imperative to keep up with our studying of His Word and our prayer life each and every day?

And now I really must make another attempt at the cobwebs that have gathered.  Kidding — I did get those on Saturday.

Praying every one has a blessed day.

© Drusilla Mott and https://drusillamott.wordpress.com, 2011