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Feel the Music

I asked Google to tell me a joke.

She said, “Why does the scarecrow keep being promoted? Because he’s outstanding in his field.”

After that, I feel better about my jokes, and it made me think of this song.

This is one of those country songs that makes my daughter cringe. She doesn’t care for it much, because she knows how easily it can become a reality.

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Our first home together, living solo, was on 40 acres. The drive to the house was down this long, winding country road. It was beautiful, but you felt like you were out in the middle of nowhere. This song had been released around that time.

During the drive, you would see these huge piles of wood out in the middle of empty fields. With a lit match, that would become somebody’s Friday night.

Songs like this bring out that little bit of crazy Redneck I have ingrained in me.

I drive a truck, and boots, jeans and a t-shirt are still my favorite clothes.

What is it they say? “You can take the girl out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the girl.”

We’re outstanding in our field.

The Screen Door

There’s something about a screen door.

The hinges always squeak when you pull it open, and I have no fancy to oil them. It’s part of it’s charm. Then, that slam once released.

It’s like announcing, “I’m home!”

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This house didn’t have one when we moved in. Our previous houses did, and it was my most favorite thing this time of year.

Especially first thing in the morning, when the night air is mixed in with the new day.

My neighbor installed it for me last fall. Afterwards, he asked what kind of handle I wanted to use. I stepped inside and found a pull in the shape of a heart. It didn’t surprise him that a heart would be used for the handle, and he seemed pleased by it.

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It’s entertainment for the doggos.

They watch wildlife visit the front yard, and get over excited when someone walks by. Especially if they’re walking a dog.

I hope you have a screen door.

If not, you need to visit someone who does. Give it a pull, and listen for the squeak. When you step inside, let it slam. May you feel at home after stepping through the screen door.

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Just Two Minutes

That’s what we would say to a colleague. I need just two minutes of your time. Of course, there was no timer set, so it turned into a 30 minute brain storming session.

Like my Blogger friend, Still a Dreamer, today’s circumstances are not really affecting me. I’ve worked from home the past 10 years, so yes…make it mandatory that I stay home. I’ll just read and write!

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Photo by Daria Shevtsova on Pexels.com. Self Isolation. 

There are many that their world has turned upside down. I don’t have a house full of kids, or a husband home. (God be with you)

This morning I offered to make my daughter a cup of tea. She asked that I set the timer for two minutes and periodically steep the tea bag inside the cup.

I had to stand still for this and chose to gaze out the window. A male and female Cardinal were digging through the leaves looking for seed. I made a mental note to put some more out in the yard for them.

In a blink, the timer rang and two minutes had passed. Instead of looking at the whole day ahead, which can be overwhelming, break it down into a few minutes.

Set a timer and make yourself a cup of tea. Stand still, taking in your surroundings, and soak up those minutes. Breathe and make an announcement, I just need two minutes.

Repeat as often as needed.

 

What a Legend

Legends rising up amid the chaos.

A Blogger friend of mine was recently laid off from work. She’s in the cleaning industry, so I believe it’s wise for now. She announced being home-bound and what did she do? Made freakin’ bunnies!

I read her Blog this morning and it made me smile. I even giggled at the sight of the pom pom bunnies. She is legendary.

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Hello Bunnies

This Blogger continually strives for well-being. She hasn’t had an easy life, but I haven’t seen an obstacle yet she hasn’t conquered. We may be on lock-down, but we can make some bunnies.

Reading her Blog out-loud, my daughter responded with, “What a Legend.”

© Elizabeth Fisher and My Well-being and Learning Journey.

By the Buckets

That previous post was a pity party in disguise, but here’s what I love about it. My core group of followers ‘liked’ it. They just let Barb be Barb, but by clicking the ‘like’ button, and showed me they were there.

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As writers we have a vast opportunity.

To encourage people more than ever!

You never know who is going to read your Blog. I emailed the man I work with, and my Blog address is in my signature. He clicked the link and read my Blog! He tried to compliment me, but was rendered speechless. I’m not sure that’s good, but I’m taking it as high praise from him. 🙂

“Wow, Barb!” Is that a compliment?

Today, I’m going to my local florist to buy flowers. They posted pictures last night of having fresh flowers by the buckets!

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Audra’s Petal Shop

Follow that heart darling.

Hold firm to the promise of ‘this too shall pass.’ It always does, but be grateful for people who continue on with their business amid uncertainty. Local companies will deliver or offer curbside service. I will pick up flowers curbside any day of the week!

Much love to you. By the buckets! ❤

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Audra’s Petal Shop

Best Thing Ever

Earlier today, my daughter and I were talking about our little book of ‘Never Agains‘. Then she flipped the conversation around and began talking about the best thing ever. Like, the ginormous bag of cotton balls we purchased, just because it’s the biggest bag we’ve ever seen. (pillow size) We can always use cotton balls.

A couple of weeks ago, we were out shopping, and came across a Valentine’s Day display. It was in the kitchen area of the store, and my daughter fell in love with a little whisk. She’s uses her favorite whisk so often, we were questioning how much longer it would last.

I scooped up the whisk from the Valentine’s display as we continued walking through the store. I didn’t look at the price.

When we arrived at the self-checkout, we scanned it and stared in disbelief at the register display. The whisk cost $1.00.

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Today, we flipped the book of ‘Never Again’s’ over and began writing ‘Always Again’s’, from the back of the book. This little book now has two covers. One is ‘Never’s’ and the other side is ‘Always’.  I’m curious to see where they meet.

The bag of cotton balls, and this whisk are written in the ‘Always Again’ side. As you can see, the hearts stamped on the handle are fading from use. It’s been loved.

Tonight I believe our little book, and what we’ve written in it, is the best thing ever.

Take a Bow

Friday has evolved into my favorite day of the week. It marks the end of the work week and envelopes one’s soul in a subtle satisfaction of the here and now. Every task wasn’t completed, but there’s honor in showing up.

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The Sunflower is easily enjoyed in Texas, but thanks to this meme, my perspective has shifted about them. Normally, I look for the Sunflower standing upright and straight. That’s a difficult find with the stem being long and heavy headed.

Today, I see them in this field taking a bow.

We made it darlings. It’s Friday! Take a bow.