A Place for Everything 2.3.2019

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Moving?

Leave the negative dirt and dust behind.

Rule of thumb:  New place/home, once you arrive, purchase a new dust pan, broom and vacuum cleaner.

Excellent concept!

That is exactly what I did. Now that I am in North Carolina I have purchased  a bright red broom and dustpan, the  vacuum is a purple upright, bagless Hoover.

Bright vibrant colors for a fresh start!

 

A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Who said that?

 

As I open my moving boxes, each piece of  memorabilia is cleansed  with clorox wipes.  Each piece of  clothing and bedding is either tossed or freshly washed.  This should remove any negativity from the past.

A slow process, but definitely worth it.

NOW the difficult part. Where should each precious item go?

The newest trend is to be a minimalist. That is a fantastic thought. For me, there are some things that cannot be replaced. My antique saws and antique tools from my older brother.

The memory of my pond  in the garden out front. I brought these frogs, to always carry a piece of that pond with me.

froggies from the pond garden at home

Going through the totes of a large variety of items, I realize that some will have a place others will not.

Setting up your new place:

When someone walks through your front door… what will they see? When you walk through the door what says “HOME” to you?

Well I am off to play with some antique washboards and other beloved treasures.

 

Enjoy your day.

Here in North Carolina the sun is shining on Superbowl Sunday!!

 

 

Love and hugs to all.

Kind Regards – K

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Difference (a short story)

Who knows if Frank ever truly loved her for his forever, as he vowed. The answer to that question was buried along with him.

 

It was cancer, as he had foreseen. It hit him as second cancer, according to the experts. It wasn’t longer than 6 months after, his one year cancer free anniversary. Six months after he had told her he was going to die soon anyway, so he wanted his freedom. Therefore, she could start grieving him now. Just pretend I have already passed on, were his words.

 

Kate thought he was hilarious. “Since when in the last 3 years, have you not already done exactly what you wanted?”, she chuckled along with her reply. He smiled that odd secretive smile he often used when he was already living inside his own thoughts. Hugged her and walked away.

 

 

Kate knew all too well the difference between “pretend” death and the real thing. She knew when a person was gone,eventually, those 

left behind, could find solace. There was an acceptance of knowing their loved one, was no longer in pain and felt at peace.

 

When she was fifteen, her mom, lost a 3 ½ year battle against leukemia and cancer. Her father had gone to the other side after a sudden heart attack in 1998. Then bone cancer that moved upward, took her older brother in 2007, when Kate was in her early forties.

 

Often, on a bad day, she would still talk to them. Instinctively, Kate felt them as they watched over her. Angels. 

She thought of them as protective angels, 

keeping herself, her children and later her grandchildren from harm. 

Hell, her theory was 

proven when she was barely 16. One late,sunny summer afternoon, as they were cruising up the road on his dirt bike. Suddenly, she hollered into her high school boyfriend’s ear,

 YOU HAVE GOT TO PULL OVER, I HAVE TO GET OFF!

 

From nowhere, she had this desperate anxiety flood 

every nerve in her body. Panic succumbed her thoughts. The message? 

GET OFF THAT BIKE, KATE! GET OFF THAT BIKE RIGHT NOW!

 

Dave, being the loving, caring boyfriend that he was, pulled over to the side of the country road. She hopped off. He looked at her, shrugged his shoulders, gave her the, are you sure look? She nodded. They were approximately 1500 feet from the base of his parents driveway. Slowly, he pulled away.

 

Just as he turned onto the hill of the driveway, the bike’s throttle stuck, discovering the brakes were gone, he had no choice but to jump off. Somehow, the bike, remained 

perfectly upright. It gained speed up the hill, across the driveway and crashed 

full throttle into the garage doors at the other end. He could hear the high pitch wine of the engine that within seconds, sputtered and died.

 

Kate came running. Still laying on the side of the driveway, Dave looked up at her and asked, “How THE HELL, did you know?”, “I didn’t.”, she replied, still slightly out of breath. “All I knew, was for some dang reason, I just HAD to get off that friggin bike! 

 

Sitting up in the grass, he reached for her and pulled her close. She snuggled in and the two of them just sat there for an hour or more, holding each other. They quietly chatted, as young lovers do. Occasionally, one of them glanced towards the mutilated dirt bike.

That, was the day it started…  

 

 ❤️

Thought I would try my hand at a short story.

In all honesty, I picked up a new journal the other day.

As I was putting away the groceries, I picked up a pen and that story wrote itself.

Some is fiction, some is not.

Kind Regards and #winning- K

❤️

Photography, copyrighted and compliments of K of TheBlackWallBlog. 12.18

 

 

 

Make The Choice Or…Cont’d

She did wait awhile to give him a chance

After she had warned him, she would go

And it mattered not that she loved him so

He didn’t make the change, you see

It seemed he wanted just to let things be.

So she did as she once promised to

Walked out that door, let herself  be free.

He was an idiot, just let her go

Obviously, he was blind and weak

Sadly, his future turned out rather bleak.

As she traveled down her new life path

She felt sadness, numb and eventually peace

Wasn’t long til bad memories of him faded dim

The universe blessed her, when she was born

With a grateful heart, which will always win.

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Kind Regards and believing in life’s gifts – K

Chaotic

Make The Choice Or…

She warned him she was going to go

It mattered not that she loved him so

Things done halfway were not her style

Still they lived that way far too long awhile

He wouldn’t talk about the change nor did he seem to sway

Lately when she looked in the mirror the person she knew had gone away.

Standing at the bumpy road’s fork

Her mind knew which way to go

Her faithful heart wouldn’t say it tho

Thus, she turned around and sauntered back

Her strong willful soul knew the day would come 

Shortly they would fly or her heart would acquiesce 

Either way, days of halfway would then be done. 


Remember you deserve the best! 

Accept nothing less! 
Kind Regards and sunshine -K
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