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Unetaneh Tokef


I found this prayer on GWP and, oddly I suppose, liked it. 

“On Rosh Hashanah will be inscribed and on Yom Kippur will be sealed how many will pass from the earth and how many will be created; who will live and who will die; who will die at his predestined time and who before his time; who by water and who by fire, who by sword, who by beast, who by famine, who by thirst, who by storm, who by plague, who by strangulation, and who by stoning. Who will rest and who will wander, who will live in harmony and who will be harried, who will enjoy tranquility and who will suffer, who will be impoverished and who will be enriched, who will be degraded and who will be exalted.”

Not cheery but as Girl mentions, hopeful, in a way that I wonder if most people ever really understand. There is karma in the world and a method to the madness. Perhaps it is not a bad thing to take time out to acknowledge it.

It’s Monday but There is No Meme Today


I got nothing people. The last two weeks I have barely been able to squeeze in writing time between the family issues and the March to the Garage Sale.

The upside is that the garage is clean. Drive a car in and park it clean. All the junk that was not sold was swiftly transported to Goodwill (don’t fret – it was good junk) and the stuff they wouldn’t take went to the dump. 

We made two dump runs and two Goodwill trips and as a result, we can walk through every room in the basement now too.

However this left precious little time for blogging, commenting on blogs (sorry) or writing in general. Not good because I get antsy when I am not writing. Also not good because I have a new contributing writing gig on another blog that I need to get started on. It’s a sweet little site and I have a shot at pieces being picked up by a news service for posting on their site too. But I gotta get on it this week as well as get back to regular contributing at Moms Speak Up.

As wonderful as a crap-less house is it will not impress publishers. Will it? No, no, of course not. It’s words on a page, stupid.

I promise to get my pictorial on the garage sale up this afternoon or tomorrow, but in the meantime, let’s share stories about how life interferes  with the lives we imagine who would like to lead. Post here or link back.

T-shirt Friday goes Yogini


Even in the midst of turmoil, I still remembered my promise to you dear readers. Lacking a tee opportunity, I snapped a photo of myself before rushing off to yoga yesterday morning.

 

 

Okay, now I expect to see some t-shots on people’s blogs today and over the weekend. I am pretty sure there are more photogenic chests out there than mine.

I will be occupied today and tomorrow with the garage sale that Rob thought was a better idea than simply donating the crap items that we no longer need or use. Time will tell if he was correct and if Canadians are as rabid about garage sales as they are back in the U.S. (of course given the abject poverty of some many Americans at the moment, I bet we could have shipped everything to my garage sale queen BFF and made money – even after the shipping charges. But maybe not. According to what we read up here, Americans are getting ready for the return of the WPA and soup kitchens on every corner).

 

UPDATE: Dad is home and happy. He told my mother he is at peace and just grateful he doesn’t have some form of dementia because in his opinion that is the worst way to die. Mom insists that no one come home just yet.

“Your father and I need this time alone to sort through things and we just don’t need you right now.”

So there. Told me, eh?