At 7:15 in the evening with the sky outside getting darker by the minute as if to tell me that AUTUMN truly is here I can hear the wind chimes that hang on the front porch making up a tune that I have not heard before. The last week or so I can really tell that it's no longer Summer with the sun going down earlier and earlier.
I have not enjoyed the out of doors enough. A common mistake that I seem to practice every year. Soon colder weather will be settled upon us and I'll be counting the number of days until it's SPRING once again. Counting the days. Autumn's days are numbered as each season is. My days are numbered as well. Wishing I had given myself permission to just sit and ponder. Really I have to make an appointment with myself to sit and ponder.
It has helped placing a Family Care PAIN RELIEF PATCH on the left side of my neck as I pulled a muscle while getting an Ethan Allen chair out of the trunk of my car. I wanted to "SURPRISE!" my Sweetheart and have the chair already to swivel when he got home from work. It didn't happen. I got so far as to lift it out of the trunk and literally roll the chair part of the way across the lawn attempting to lift it and then return it to the rolling position. Making it up the stairs I lifted it to the porch.
Got stuck in the front door. Sigh. The nice neighbor Lady ran over to try to help me as I confessed that I would just cover the chair and leave on the porch until Sweetheart got home from work.
"THE SURPRISE!" would be waiting for him on the front porch. Heavens, this man does not know what he will find at times with me as his wife that is always the proverbial shopper. Once I came home with a pink sofa in the back of my daughter's vehicle. "SURPRISE!!!".....Now we must find the right place to place this treasure that I purchased for little of nothing.
Back to the chair. Sweetheart and I managed to get her into the Living room to admire my thrifty $45 purchase. She is beyond comfortable and fits my 'ole body as if it were personally made for me. Like a comfortable shoe.
Pricing this jewel on the computer, she once upon a time she was a $1300ish chair. For some reason she was abandoned as a cast off.
When I lifted the cushy cushion at the RESTORE Store and read she was a ETHAN ALLEN brand, I sniffed the cushion to smell if there was any unpleasant odor that I wouldn't want to live with. She was fresh smelling.
Well anywhoo....I am in discomfort from being too ambitious and stupid to not have the adequate help getting this chair out of the trunk. It is part of learning that I can no longer do what I once did. Sigh. I am getting matronly and should know better that I cannot lift heavy, bulky items.
We had a blow out sell last week-end which left the house a complete mess as things were brought up out of the cellar, carried to the dining room and kitchen, unpacked, washed, dried, repacked then carried to the garage to let go of. The garage was ready to hold these things as we offered free coffee to shoppers. The leftovers will be gathered and gotten rid of hopefully this week.
The week-end came to an end and the next week began. Sunday night I learned that one of my cousins died. Darla had passed. She had fought a good fight and was actually told her cancer was in remission earlier in September. Without much delay she was ill again and dying. She was trying to stay alive until her daughter's wedding day. She didn't.
At the age of 52, my dear cousin did not survive another day as she went to sleep waking up in heaven on Sunday morning. She had been placed in the hospital the week before with severe stomach pain as cancer took over her health spreading throughout her body. She hadn't been sleeping. Other cousins were praying with her about dying. Afterwards, she began to sleep.
Sleep. Quietly she passed from this world into the next where eternity begins. At 52.
We do not know the number of our days as tomorrow is not promised. With this in mind I am able to continue letting go of extra items that I do not need or want. I am hanging onto some of my treasures, but not all stays near and dear to me in my HOME. AND it is alright. I sense that I am maturing in a way that I should.
This week and probably next, I will continue to shuffle, unpack, wash, dry and place items in spaces that will house these items until needed. I get excited thinking that there will be order once again in the rooms that are housed in my HOME. Almost GIDDY. You see when the rooms have been in disarray for so long, the neat freak in me needs to be let out so I can get this place put back in order. I need order and desire it so it shall be!
I took a short walk in the morning. A seasonal breeze is gently blowing. I love it. Feeling that wind brush my face means childhood memories are coming to mind as I once danced in the yard enjoying youth. I could go twirl in the front yard with the neighbors gocking at the old Lady I HAVE BECOME, but think I won't. Instead I'll sneak away when no one else is at HOME and quietly walk into the back yard to twirl in slow motion. Nobody needs to know that I still can twirl with the wind gently blowing through my hair and brushing against my face. Nobody but me, myself and I.
Me, myself and I am aging. My days are numbered. My God knows the number of hairs on my head and until the day I see Him face to face, I want to be a good stewart of my time, my money and talent. I want my days to be used wisely and I want to be a VIRTUOUS WOMAN. Virtuous. Proverbs 31:10 shares her traits. Virtuous traits.
God bless and I hope you are doing well.
Blessings,
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Proverbs 31King James Version (KJV)
31 The words of king Lemuel, the prophecy that his mother taught him.
2 What, my son? and what, the son of my womb? and what, the son of my vows?
3 Give not thy strength unto women, nor thy ways to that which destroyeth kings.
4 It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine; nor for princes strong drink:
5 Lest they drink, and forget the law, and pervert the judgment of any of the afflicted.
6 Give strong drink unto him that is ready to perish, and wine unto those that be of heavy hearts.
7 Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.
8 Open thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to destruction.
9 Open thy mouth, judge righteously, and plead the cause of the poor and needy.
10 Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
11 The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
12 She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
13 She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
14 She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
15 She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
16 She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
17 She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
18 She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
19 She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
20 She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
21 She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
22 She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
23 Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
24 She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
25 Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
26 She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
27 She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
28 Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
29 Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
30 Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the Lord, she shall be praised.
31 Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.
