75/77 degrees this morning when I got up. However, it was too chilly to sit on the patio, so the temporary must have dropped. (current temporary is 73, but slight wind and the sun not being up yet make it very cool).
Less than one week before the City election. I will be glad when it is over, the signs are down etc.
Going in for checkup on dental surgery today. Expect everything will be ok, although my jaw is still numb etc. Like the election, what is, is, and I can't change it so I have to deal with it. I'll be glad when the process is over, but there are at least three more procedures.
The start of Autumn is about one week away also (probably September 21). I can feel it in the air, although it will be awhile before it actually arrives. Soon the leaves will fall and we will wait for the start of Spring and the colorful flowers emerge again. Aliene already has her Fall items up.
Went to a presentation on "de=cluttering" yesterday. I'll try to follow some of the techniques I leaded and apply them on a regular basis. Maybe put a few minutes a day into it. In the "Willpower Instinct" it was mentioned (this was for meditation, but would apply to anything), "a short time of actual practice today is better than a long time of practice tomorrow that never happens! (or something like that).
I am glad the weekend is coming up. Actually it will give me a chance to catch up on work, I have gotten so far behind, but at least I do it when I want and where I want!
Poem today from "The World Without End is Ending" is "Porch Magic". Our house on the farm I grew up on actually did have a one of those porches that almost surrounded the house, if I remember correctly. I think it surrounded the front and side and there was a separate porch on the back. For some reason, the back porch was considered more formal (by me, not anyone else-this was never discussed, just a feeling of mine) and the front porch was where all the action was. We would spin ourselves around the porch pole supports until we got dizzy.
I did play on the porch, although my favorite area was my "City" out in a grove of threes where my imagimation was creative (I had few toys) and rocks became cars and buildings and I, unknowingly, played "City Manager".
Hot nights we would frequently sleep on the porch, with our dog and numerous cats.
PORCH MAGIC
The porch
Surrounding the house of our yesterdays
Elaborate architecture of wood
Flat as the Kansas prairie
The rotting
Unpainted boards
Became elaborate cities
With high rise office buildings
Freeways, parks
And people
Surging seas with warring ships
Peg legged pirates,
Feuding on the stormy water
Burying gold coins in wooden chests
On small deserted islands
The badlands teeming with desperadoes
As we rode in
Beat the bullies
And loved the ladies
Rejoicing in our shadow lives
In the blazing summer sun
The reality of the porch was,
Cool nights
Sleeping with the dogs and the cats
A shady spot on a hot summer day
Twisting on the support poles
Intoxicated by the motion
Of reality
Good as the myth
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