Dylan Thomas

Poetry is what in a poem makes you laugh, cry, prickle, be silent, makes your toenails twinkle, makes you want to do this or that or nothing, makes you know that you are alone in the unknown world, that you bliss and suffering is forever shared and forever all your own. - Dylan Thomas

Friday, May 28, 2010

The Rummage which has not happened yet.

I have to admit I thought I could do it. However, I did not take into account the kids coming and a funeral to attend and absolutely no help to count on as Jenna is trying to pack and move. Whew! My house looks like Goodwill blew up!
But then I cogged it, I am in charge here and the pace I choose to adopt is the pace I am comfortable with so ...the rummage will be but in the meantime I shall enjoy bubble baths in the midst of marking and cups of tea on the porch when it suits me. Sigh of relief...pressure is now less somehow.

1 comment:

Jennalu said...

Here is the plan: Jenna is moved now and unpacking and we still haven't had the rummage because God is gracious and we will have the rummage if I do it myself!!!! (Which I would never attempt!) Okay, my house is being arranged by two men and it will be fine to go there and see what they have been working on in my abscence. I gave directions and they are doing a good job! Michael asked where to put stuff and how to fit it all in. My response is get rid of it if it don't fit! Thank you Jesus! I love you Lyndee!