Saturday’s Pet Peeve

I am generally a laid back person in most situations. I do not suffer from road rage and I do not lash out when someone falsely accuses me or irritates me. However, I do have some pet peeves.

PET PEEVE #1 — I am driving down the street or road and need to change lines because I am stuck behind a slow-moving truck. I put my blinker on and wait till the traffic clears in the passing lane. Just as I’m ready to pull out, suddenly the vehicle behind me darts out and takes the passing lane.  He knew I was waiting because my blinker has been on.

There are several of us waiting to pull out and pass the slow poke so since I’m right behind him, I should be first, then the guy behind me takes his turn and so on. Now that is the way it should work — at least in a perfect world.

PET PEEVE #2 — A couple years ago, I did a stent as a seasonal temp employee with the IRS. Each of us had a cubicle with a computer on an adjustable table. We were lined up and down, row after row. I sat in a cubicle in the corner, my choice as it was away from the distractions.

There was a young girl sitting in the office cubicle second from me. She came to work frequently with an oversized bag of pork rinds. She would chaw on them for the next couple hours till I tho’t my head would explode. It was one of the most annoying sounds I had heard and even tho’ I tried to drown the awful crackling with listening to an audio book with a headset on, there was nothing to quiet that horrible sound.

PET PEEVE #3 — A professional is just that, right? He or she is to know everything about their specialty, right? So why can an individual call himself or herself a professional and yet is inadequate, rude and unqualified.

I had a favorite UPS store that I used when I had a document to print or a greeting card to create and many other unique things I tried to do. This particular location was managed by a late middle-age couple and 2 or 3 employees. All were helpful and answered my queries as well as helping me do what I had come to do.

One day I went in and EVERYTHING was different. Everything was rearranged, new, complicated equipment now stood where the simple efficient ones had been. The employees didn’t know how to run the complicated equipment and while trying, were also laughing and joking with others which slowed down the process I was waiting for.

After waiting for 30 minutes for these new up-shot employees to try and make their new computer programs sync up with the new-fangled printers, I finally stepped up to them and said, “Just forget it, I can’t wait any longer.  They were supposed to be professionals but knew nothing.

Now there are my pet peeves, what are yours? I would love to read them in the comments.

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“Bucket List It”

Lily of the Valley Storylines

I first heard the term “bucket list” when the movie came out following the pursuit accomplishing all the things this individual wanted to do before his death. So I assumed that bucket list was a pre-death activity.

Since that time, I look at the bucket list concept very differently. Life can take on an air of monotony and boredom if we become complacent in how we approach life in action and thought. This can occur at any season of life from youth to elderly when we lose the spark of enthusiasm.

At 65, I am in the 4th quarter of my life. That is not saying that I’m approaching death in any way. I may live to be 100 but it is still the 4th quarter. Two years ago I realized that I had lost my zest, my push, my challenge to new and better. Where was I going to…

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“Bucket List It”

I first heard the term “bucket list” when the movie came out following the pursuit accomplishing all the things this individual wanted to do before his death. So I assumed that bucket list was a pre-death activity.

Since that time, I look at the bucket list concept very differently. Life can take on an air of monotony and boredom if we become complacent in how we approach life in action and thought. This can occur at any season of life from youth to elderly when we lose the spark of enthusiasm.

At 65, I am in the 4th quarter of my life. That is not saying that I’m approaching death in any way. I may live to be 100 but it is still the 4th quarter. Two years ago I realized that I had lost my zest, my push, my challenge to new and better. Where was I going to go and what was going to motivate me to get there?

Then the bucket list idea became part of my annual goal setting. The bucket list is different every year and consists of 52 things. Some are small things I want to do and others are bigger and more involved, nonetheless it is the locomotive that keeps me alert, motivated and is a great anti-depression medication.

Visit 12 Texas Cities — These are cities I’ve not visited before and as this has been on m bucket list for a few years now, I have a growing list of cities I’ve already visited.  That is one a month and easily achieved without driving long distances or requiring minimal financial obligations.

20180105_120826Volunteer — This may be at a rescue dog shelter, a soup kitchen or at a church. I am an avid crocheting machine so to use up a lot of my yarn left over from afghan throws, etc.,

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I decided to crochet beanie hats for the homeless. It is a great exercise in reaching out to others when we tend to get to self-absorbed. This is a picture of the January volunteer event and the 30 beanie hats I delivered to them.

Reconstruct Scrapbooks and Picture Albums

— This is an all year, but mainly cold weather, project that I am doing. I may not get it finished because I have stacks of pictures and albums of my own as well as those of my mom. I will share my work area and some of the already completed pages for my new album on TBTs (Throw Back Thursdays)

I have many more things on my personal 2018 bucket list to share with you but that will be next Friday.  All my visitors are encouraged to comment some of the items on your bucket list for this year.

Happy Adventuring!!

Longhorn Cow Picture Study

When I was in elementary school, my teacher had a collection of paintings by famous people. She would give us each a copy of the picture in wallet size, as I remember and the purpose of it was to do a picture study. We were to write a small story about the picture from our viewpoint. We collected these in a notebook and had a nice collection by year’s end.

It is one thing to take a passing look at a portrait or other painting but it is all together different when you stand in front of the picture and study the people, what they are doing, the background and then imagine why they were there and the thoughts they were thinking at that time.

So I decided this year I would take a significant picture weekly and write a piece about it. My year’s goal has gotten off to a rather slow start, however, as you can see it is February 1 and I’ve not shared one picture study.

That is about to change. Last week, as I returned home from substitute teaching I made a little detour to pass by a farm that I knew had Texas Longhorns. And by the way, I just love these creatures.

Texas State Farm Animal

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Longhorn cows on Blayney ranch.

The Texas Longhorn has long been a mascot for Texas and I used to think it was nothing more. My first stent as a Texan was living in Houston where you had to go to a rodeo to see a farm animal.

Then in 2010, I moved to a rural area of Texas outside of Tyler, Texas. I rented a small farmhouse in Frankston and my landlord lived on several hundred acres and guess what? I saw my first live Longhorn.

These guys came in from pasture in early evening.  The long shadows to the right distinguish evening shadows. The Longhorn cows do not have specific markings to their breed. Looking at these two cows, it would appear that they are different breeds. The horns vary greatly in size. The horns on these particular cows are medium length.

I’m wondering what they are looking at but have a suspicion that they are waiting for the rest of the herd to return to the feeding lot from the pasture. Or maybe they are watching the sunset. Cows usually stand with their rear against the wind, particularly if it is cold. But this day seems sunny and mildly warm.

So good night Longhorns, rest well and enjoy pasturing tomorrow.

 

One Year’s Time

One year, 12 months, 52 weeks and 365 days …. they all come down to the same thing — TIME. At the close of most years, we say, “Wow, where has this year gone?” or “I can’t

Killian Grey at 1 week old.

believe this year is gone already, seems like it just started.” We all say it but it doesn’t recover any of the weeks or months that are gone.

As I’ve watched my grandson grow and develop over these last 12 months, I’ve have a new understanding and appreciation for time. We need time to become who we are meant to be.  Killian, my grandson, was helpless to crawl, stand, walk, speak (except to cry) or reach for things when he was born. But today, 12 months later, he does all those things. Yes, there were times I wished he would talk to me so I knew what he wanted or needed. But he needed the days and weeks and months that make up a year to speak up.

Month by month he changed. He smiled, he rolled over as his little body gained strength and his sensory nerves were awakened. Today, at one year old, he laughs, repeats some words after us, pulls himself up, stands and has taken several steps on his journey to 20171023_170200growing up. His laugh is absolutely adorable and very contagious.

All these things have happened because of the passage of time. It may seem that a day or a week is passing slowly and a year goes by at supersonic speed but a day still has the power of 24

FB_IMG_1515609781213 hours and a year still has the ability to change us from one thing to another.

Let’s embrace every 24 hours to learn, to develop and to become something better. We, as adults may not need time to learn to walk but we need to time to walk to higher heights of love and compassion. We may not need time to learn to build a wall with Legos but we do need time to build up our spirits in faith and trust in our Heavenly Father.

 

2018 is a brand new year. I know Killian will change in significant ways. He’ll be walking 20180120_144723everywhere, talking everything as his learning curve spikes upward. I want to grow and do and become a lot more than I am today. Killian, you are my inspiration. 2018 is going to be the best!

 

There is a Time……

I just noticed that my last post was in June. I have missed writing. Ideas continue to blossom in my mind and soul of some truth, some experience or some new understanding I’ve found along my pathway through life.

I have a ASUS T-100 combo tablet, laptop, etc. It is compact and easy to take with me. But 5 keys on the keyboard decided that they were not going to work. So it took the joy out of speeding over the keyboard to write my next post. I have a digital keyboard but it so slows me down.

Then today at Walmart I found a USB driven keyboard and mouse combo. Now I’m back writing.

The therapy of writing is much more about how it benefits my spirit than anything else. I do hope that what I write is a blessing to someone but in today’s world there are so many places where we can get information, inspiration, direction, advice and on and on. I do not purport to be the expert on any of these things, by the way.

Every individual has a unique perspective on life, how to live it and what principles of life are the most important. Considering that, everyone has something to add to my perspective to make it more comprehensive and enlightened.

I’m 65 now and it seems it has given me a totally different perspective on what is important and what life is all about. I love life and enjoy all the aspects of my life in 2017. But want to learn all I can still. I feel that it is dangerous to settle into a status quo no matter what age I am.

I know there is a time for all things. There is a time for silence then there is a time to speak up. There is a time to write and share and there is a time to absorb from the writings of others.

So whatever time you are in, live fully in the moment. Tomorrow holds something different.