Tasks bursting forth ...

from yet another week this time in the kitchen, the bedroom, the stash of past, present and future. The ideas on clothes, food, paperwork, projects of maybe, could be, and never ... now to work through the decisions.

This can be hard, when the tasks are overwhelming. I am thinking of the end result. That life is so precarious ... All hand in hand to enjoy the now; that can get lost in the past ...

Working through the memories ...

it helps that my mind is encapsulated with what I started in the Summer of 2014; with time spent by Dad's bedside on the oncology ward. 

And spending time sharing art and crafts with family in the North of England. I have had better memories going through my mind, instead of that death scene ... and all that came to be ...

Atmospheric ...

That is a priority, lost in the support ... I would be on the way to a more settled time ... Our daughter knows how I like my ambiance  ... on arrival at their home, they certainly made that a priority for my stay ... Even making sure I didn't get too hot, with my internal heating playing up ... 

And my Mum and her cosy home, as always. Those evenings by the fire, once again with my family. On the gas upgrade in my home, they took out the fire. Last year I had made plans to get a fire of sorts put in place of the now missing fire. 

I had a bad time ... And was not entirely there ... So it did not happen ... I have learnt to keep quiet again ... for the amount of talking I have done ... I am still in a cluttered environment ... I have to get prepared for a bit of  if you want something doing, do it yourself ... 

If I go the long way round ... so be it ... 

At least things are being listened to elsewhere ... And looking into things ... The trouble is they are slow to respond ... And not even with the horse bolted ... did they take on board the mistakes acknowledged ... Nope !

Learning New Words ...

my father-in-law had a memorable command of languages ... and not surprisingly we were the recipients of his knowledge, especially our native language ... 

We pick up on words, as we move through life. I still miss the input of words and pronunciations of various members who passed through our lives. 

We are fascinated to this day by those who had the knowledge of words and passed that directly and indirectly to us ... Our daughter whose studies continued into further education is now the one to discuss words with me, particularly words too, not used often, or the ones that become family code. The new words and the misheard words of those that children inadvertently say, or in our daughters case, a very memorable typo error which exuded roars of laughter much to her innocence at the time, with all involved. Willingly sharing her knowledge, knowing my fascination with words, besides all that is around us in daily life ... even in my most non lucid moments ... to keep me with the world.

She was only reminiscing on words she picked up from her time with us, over the recent holidays, About using the stimulation in her G.C.S.E. English Language exam ... especially a description I once used in my observations on the world. And that typo error ...

Another Small Section ...

... full of memories .... tears and laughter today ...

... settling to task was difficult at the start of the day ... started with a bit of a tidy and a clean to get in the swing of the day ... kept my patience until it started to come together ... and I could concentrate a bit more on task of the day ... getting a kitchen cupboard better organisationed for my particular needs ....

Jam Making ... Memories and More ...

It is simple to do; but a lot of preparation. Then it is being inundated with jars to package and post. I am not local yet, to those who would appreciate my efforts.

All too much fuss, when all around me there is enough things to do. Things not always so exciting as making, smelling, and tasting homemade jams. jellies and chutneys ...

Task in Cornwall ... and then if I get my kitchen legalised to make and sell to the public, or whatever it is you have to have to sell produce at table top Fayre's ... one idea of many still to research properly. In the meantime, the thought helps spur on the hard task of getting rid of a legacy of a terrible failing of another individual in this world ... no longer with us ... my husband ...

Ever Since ...

I finally had my kitchen back, after it became more of a storage room ... one of the first things I attempted to achieve was some jam making ... To date this still has not been achieved ... Yet ...

Little did I know things would continue taking me away from my tasks in hand, until more recently ... I have achieved a lot of other tasks and this I hope will show me, while I share the trials and errors as I move through the various tasks in re-establishing my muddled life ... What I have actually achieved ... where I might not otherwise have done or not ... and maybe finally get to make some jam .... ???