Dear Diary Page 11..
Take a break from traveling today to do a bit of housework…after taking some time to find a mop, sweeper and broom that will fit my hand, then started in… apparently I was not setting a good enough pace as Bree decided some supervision was required and, of course, she decided it may as well be her…nasty job but someone has to do it…smile..
Had her squeaky toys picked up and out of the way, she decided it was better to have them in strategic locations.. can keep track of me by me stepping on them….
Finished up in good time and with Bree’s stamp of approval…
The whole ordeal reminded me of a poem;
Dust if you must, but wouldn’t it be better
to paint a picture, or write a letter,
bake a cake, or plant a seed.
Ponder the difference between want and need.
Dust if you must, but there is not much time,
with rivers to swim and mountains to climb!
Music to hear, and books to read,
friends to cherish and life to lead.
Dust if you must, but the world’s out there
with the sun in your eyes, the wind in your hair,
a flutter of snow, a shower of rain,
this day will not come round again.
Dust if you must, but bear in mind,
old age will come and it’s not kind.
And when you go, and go you must,
you, yourself, will make more dust!
~ Author Unknown ~
Putting away mops and brooms all the while thinking perhaps Enya had the right idea…smile…
Oh well, getting ready to continue on down the path least traveled, my supervisor and me, Fate be willin’ and the creeks don’t rise….