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#Jaye’s Journal ~ Week 37
Emails: Do you find them delightful or disastrous?
There are days when I find our never-ending list of emails such a chore. Days when the list is stuffed full of messages from people I don’t know, and endless advertising. Not to mention all the get-rich schemes and must-have courses that cost a fortune!
It can take two hours to sift through them all and this must be done twice a day, seven days a week.
Today was a good day. There were several beautiful poems, inspiring stories and articles that had me reaching for my notebook. Smiling one moment, then wiping the tears from my eyes the next. There was also a couple of helpful posts that might make my life more interesting.
I like to share the better and more helpful emails with our readers, when we get them, of course. I mean, you can never have too much of a good thing, and if we can cheer up or help at least one person each day, I consider that a good day.
There is one aspect of our email list that does concern us, and that is the amount of companies trying to fool you into opening their emails for fraudulent purposes. We are advised to ignore them and never open them, but if it’s a company you use or belong to, it can be worrying. Supposing it’s genuine and you really need to read it?
I mean, how are we supposed to know the difference?
Much more of this, and I can see that letter writing might be making a comeback!
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#MacroMonday…
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What If…
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The other afternoon
we were playing a game of What If
Me, I would like to have a star ship
to travel around the milky way and beyond
Looking for new life and adventure
Jaye would be a great pianist,
playing concerts around the world
Which means I would have no one
to work the computer for me
My kids joined in, having filled
their bellies with Jaye’s cooking
They’re not kids anymore, but joined in anyway
My eldest girl said she would like more family time
Eating, playing silly buggers together
My son said what I had heard a million times
He wants to win a million to give up work
and take care of the family
My youngest son said he would
like to drive a steam train
Something he fell in love with
when he was five. He is now 49.
I would love to grant each of their desires
A special pass for one day only
I guess it will have to be in another lifetime…
©AnitaDawes
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#Jaye’s Journal ~ week 32
Have you ever had one of those weeks when you have been so busy you haven’t had time to think?
Has your to-do pile grown so big you’re having nightmares about dealing with any of it?
At the end of every day do you wonder why you don’t seem to have achieved anything, despite being on the go all day?
Well, this week was the closest I have ever been to hell without getting burned. The stress levels in the family were at crisis level for a while and none of us coped with it very well.
The WIP (PayBack) is finally finished (I think) and I have just uploaded it to KDP as a draft, so I can have one final read through on Kindle. This is such a brilliant idea! It’s like reading someone else’s book!
Which is handy, because I was getting really fed up with constantly reading my printed copy. On Kindle, I should be able to spot anything that might have slipped through the net.
Time to start preparing the launch. I have been organising like crazy in my head and have a pile of notes on the subject, but now I must make all the right decisions, as PayBack might just be my last book and I want to do it proud, so to speak. Stopping writing doesn’t bear thinking about really, but I found this one so hard to write. I never thought I would ever stop, but the jury is out now, so who knows what will happen once the dust has settled.
First, I must get past the second of my cataract removals next week, and I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to being able to see properly again. The last few weeks have been a nightmare, what with the good eye fighting the bad one all the time. Everything I have been doing lately has been managed just a few inches from the PC screen. (I have been Mr Magoo for long enough) All of this was giving me serious headaches and my neck and back muscles are never going to forgive me.
The housework (what housework?) has suffered and the garden is a mess, and to be honest, the mountain of outstanding jobs is beginning to look impossible to climb, but who knows, we must be in the running for at least one miracle.
Pity we don’t get to choose which one!
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Bottles…
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Bottles
When friends go sour
Like an old bottle of milk
Rinse it out, put it outside
Let the milkman take it away…
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Colleen’s Weekly #Poetry Challenge…
Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 138 #SynonymsOnly
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We
Pray for
Sunny skies
We were blessed
With money to spend
Waiting for the circus
coconut shy, candyfloss
The dry painted tears of a clown
Stirred strangest feelings in my heart
What sadness does he hide behind face paint…?
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#Macro Monday…
Your place or mine?
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More of the Other Love…
The Oak cont.
The morning after the marathon dig, I awoke with a stiff neck and pounding headache. The result, no doubt, of spending what seemed like hours on my knees, with my head and shoulders bent over a muddy hole as I tried to convince a stubborn young oak tree that it was time to change residence.
Said oak tree was now reclining in a bucket of water in my yard and today, I had to trim the taproots and introduce it to its new home. At this stage this was an old washing up bowl, the only thing I had big enough to give it the room it needed to establish a good root ball.
This could take a year or more, so it was important to make the tree as comfortable as possible while all this was going on. Unfortunately, I had to trim back most of the top growth to enable it to concentrate on root production.
This tree has taxed my imagination and my determination. Not to mention most of my strength. My sore muscles and badly bruised arms are testament to how difficult it was to dig the tree up without killing it.
Sitting in the sunshine on my old work bench, the tree looked as battle scarred as I was. I knew we would both heal in time, but first I had to make him comfortable. I used the best soil mixture and a sprinkling of Rootgrow, a mycorrhizal fungi guaranteed to encourage root growth. I also used hormone rooting powder at strategic points around the base of the tree.
I was dealing with a fair-sized lump of wood and it was important to anchor it firmly in the soil so it couldn’t rock about. I found some soft cords in my sewing basket which were perfect for the job.
The family have named him, Oakey Dokey!
All the time I was working on the oak, I was growing more and more confident about the success of my venture. Considering the trees history and what had just happened to it, it looked quite healthy and one day it would look magnificent!
