Posted by
GeorgAnna
at
2:24 PM
BUTTERFLY-ING
A butterfly is never hurried
ever peaceful, never worried
even when she's being chased
She knows problems
are erased
by
slowing down
Only she who floats
goes by
with dignity
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This is one of those kind of days. A floating day. Nothing I really have to do, so I'm just doing nothing. Except of course, nothing can be quite time consuming. I started to type some poetry, stopped to look for a picture in one of the 20(at least) photo albums and now the bed is covered with stuff.
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Oh, well, no one cares. That's the best thing about having all the kids grown up and out of the house. I can leave things laying around anywhere I want, and they are still there when I come back. Things like scissors, and pencils, and other things I haven't lost before myself.
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I spend a lot of time helping Dee track things down, he's worse than I am. But that's OK, I have lots of time to look, on days like today, when I'm just floating around.
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