Saturday, 18 January 2014

Home Alone

Home alone. What do I do with the time I have? Today I chose to divide the time I have between cleaning and writing. Why? Because I have a conscience and just can't concentrate on writing until the things that need doing are done.

In between the cleaning the thoughts that run through my mind are about the people I love and need to contact. I love keeping in touch on Facebook but it does not replace that long chatty phone call or afternoon tea.

Now that I am sitting writing I keep having thoughts of things I could be doing in the house. Concentration and focus is what is needed. We took our pups on the train into the City a few days ago. It was a full and successful experience. On the way home we were chatting to a lady about puppy raising, as we often do when we are out with our dogs.

Among the things we spoke about was how dogs are able to live in the moment. Sure they have memories. They remember us years after they leave our home. They remember places they have been to and people and other dogs they have met. They associate those things and people with happy, sad, fearful memories. But yet they accept every day as it comes. They trust  the people around them to feed them and care for them.

I learn from them everyday and would love to be able to live more in the moment. Instead I find myself thinking of the next thing. What I still need to do. What if.... and if only......

Is this because I am who I am? Is it because I am a woman? Do men not think like this? Do they live more in the moment than women?

Yesterday with all it's joys, and there are many, is gone. It's sorrows and lost opportunities are gone as well. The future we have no control over. We don't even know if we have a future. Not here on earth at any rate.

So this is today and I have walked the dogs, done some cleaning, blogged and now it's time to put my feet up with a cup of tea and read a good book for a half an hour. Then I will carry on with the rest of this beautiful day that God has given me to enjoy with my  best friend and lover of nearly 48 years.

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