All's Right WIth The World

My poppet looked beautiful today for her dancing photos.

Lunch with the outlaws - always a nice afternoon. Widdies actually played quite well together for a change.

Back home for a quick game of Twister before dinner - still crazy shake girl; must see how the tea lady is doing with the crazy shakes, too.

Call from Blister in the San - good chat, first for months and months and months and months. Have invited up for Xmas day lunch. Will need to send her protection for childhood worst/best friend before she considers replying to Facebook request.

Perhaps a workout and then might call it a day.

"The year's at the spring,
And day's at the morn;
Morning's at seven;
The hill-side's dew-pearled;
The lark's on the wing;
The snail's on the thorn;
God's in his Heaven -
All's right with the world!"
~ Robert Browning

Dreams

Fairly vivid dreams last night.

In one I was going for a job interview or had already started my first day and was about to meet the owner. At the beginning I didn't even know the owners name and was trying to follow the politics and hierarchy and I figured out the head honcho was someone by the name of Cody. Then I realised that I didn't know if this Cody was a male or female.

Then it was like a formal interview. Cody turned out to be a very strong willed entrepreneurial spirited woman, young but eccentric and very intelligent. The first question she asked me was to tell her about what I do in my spare time. I did the usual gag about 'I've got three kids - what spare time?' and then went on to say a few things about kids and their sport and learning the guitar. Cody seemed to start to relax and it was like it was at the end of a really long day for her and she began like lounging around. There was someone else there with us and I remember being conscious of my body language so as not to close off to either Cody or this other person.

There were lots more questions and Cody also spoke about how hard she had worked on growing the business. She spoke of working long hours and needing to be there to lock up so having a condo built near the doors to the office so she could chill out in the condo for a few hours until everyone finished work. I then realised that we were in the condo, it was like a mini-apartment with big glass walls at the front with modern decor and lighting.

Cody seemed to keep relaxing and I got the idea that she liked me and had big plans for what I could help her with in the business, although I have no idea what type of business it was. She became more and more personal in the things she was saying and then she was talking about her partner having not been able to handle her dedication to her business and having left her. It was like she was sharing something very intimate but more to release her demons than to give me an understanding. The partner was her girlfriend and she seemed fiercely proud yet abysmally ashamed about this.

That was about all I remember of that dream. It was weird but it was positive.

I only remember parts of another dream I had. I was with a group of people, and I think my mum was one of them, and we were away at some holiday place. There was a big lunch and lots about who was sitting where. The kids were there and some people were employees and others were family so there was sorting out of if the kids should sit together or with the family and if the employees needed to be separate so they could be given work talks and other items.

Then there was the pack up with everyone picking things up form the pool area and working out what should be left and what was to be taken. The details are fading quickly on this one but it was actually quite a long and eventful dream.

Where am I going with this?

Something I have been trying to sort out in my mind is who I am writing this blog for. At the moment, I am the only one who reads it so theoretically it is for me however I am still writing as if someone else may read it some day and am being much more guarded than I could be. I guess I would rather be guarded than false.

So, is it just a place to record brief glimpses into some events of my life? Can I truly use it to explore all of my feelings? ~Text deleted. Reason: honesty~ Will I be able to find a comfortable medium where I can express my thoughts and feelings without censure and still be able to invite others to peek through the looking glass?

There are many more questions that blogging raises in me and while I don't have the answers to any of them at the moment, I do think I am getting naturally closer with each post. I am very much enjoying the journey and looking forward to where all this many take me within myself.

Temping & Cuddles

*smiling*
I get to cuddle a little baby today!
Nine days old and gorgeous.
Oh, and I'll probably say hi to his mum, too ;-P
I am seriously looking forward to catching up with my friend, even though it has only been two weeks.

Applying for serious work and starting to build energy for a major focus coming up towards the end of the month <|;^)

Yes, lets!

All clocks in the house are now on the same time and things feel a little more *right* with each passing second.

Shall we syncronise our watches?

All of the clocks in the house are set to different times and it's driving me crazy.

Time to start the day!

Sleep, that elusive comodity - second only to good spelling for me today.

Why do I stay up so late?

Why do I get up so early?

OK, I know the answer to the second one - in fact there, are three answers. And they are beautiful, amazing creatures, but for them I have lost the art of and the opportunity for sleeping in.

But, that's how it is and it's a small price to pay for such a wonderful enhancement to my life. So, with a smile on my face and a spring in my step, it's time to start the day!

And, so it begins...

I have resisted and resisted, but idle time creates new adventures for me, it seems, and i have now transcended into the world of blogging.

... feels kinda weird in here ...

... and echos a bit ...

... in fact, it kinda sounds like the hallowed halls of wendy logic!

Yes, and so it begins.