Five Minutes At A Time

With a heart condition that limits my physical abilities and stamina, I have had to come up with a system to get things done that I need to do.  I have always been active, carrying on projects both inside and outside the house.  I love to be outside and work in the yard.  I have little vegetable gardens around the house, instead of flowers.  I love flowers also, but the vegetables taste better.  Anyway, in order to keep up with the work and be active, I take on projects five minutes at a time.  Work five minutes, and rest.  Catch my breath, let my heart quit working so hard, and five more minutes.  Every day is different.  Sometimes I can go a little more than others.  But I get things done, it just takes a little more time than normal.


My concept behind many small vegetable beds, instead of one big garden is simple.  I can manage the small ones, without feeling overwhelmed.  Trying to do one big garden would leave me feeling unsuccessful, and I would give up on it.  Each one I finish is an accomplishment, and I can move on to the next.  Get one done a day, so to say.

I love to mow the yard, and thank goodness for my little riding lawn mower!    It takes about 45 minutes to mow, going at a nice steady pace.  I like to take this time to reflect, think, or just appreciate the beauty of Mother Nature.  Or all three!  I have this really cool hat that my boyfriend's mom gave me, and I have added some embellishments to it. Flowers from here and there, and a ribbon around the brim.   This is my mowing hat.  Sometimes I wear it just working in the yard,  It makes me feel eccentric. 

I use this concept inside the house also.  With cleaning, I pick a room at a time or a project.  For example, if I wanted to wash the windows, I do one or two and rest if I have to.  Five minutes at a time.

I find making a list helps me also.  If I put six items on a list, and have four checks, I feel very satisfied.  This helps me keep things going.  Helps me get things done. 

Flower Moon - May Full Moon

Last night was May's full moon, know as the Flower Moon in Native American lore.  It is the time much of the earth is bursting forth with flowers, encouraged by the warming temperatures and ample rains.  It is also referred to the Corn Planting Moon, as the name indicates, because it is time to plant the corn.  Get your hands into the soil and plant your flowers or gardens.  It is a time of fertility and passion, and has been referred to as the Hare Moon also.  Guess this is the time the little guys are the busiest.  No matter what you call it, there is nothing as beautiful as a full moon majestically hanging in the sky, drawing you towards it with its energy..  Next full moon, get out and just take a nice long look.  Appreciate the glory and energy it has to offer.

Where Have All The Manners Gone???!!!

Today was the annual St Patrick's Day parade for our area.  A nice little affair, that in the minds of us locals, heralds the beginning of Spring.  Even if it is only 40 degrees and raining.  Locals from all over converge on the Beach Road ready for the festivities to begin. Alot of people arrive an hour in advance to get a good seat and a view of all that passes by. 

Here is where my problem begins.  At least today.  I have a hard time believing the audacity and rudeness of people that arrive late to an event and push their way in and stand in front of others.  All without even saying excuse me, is this spot taken, nothing!!  They just push right in.  Today was a good example of this.  I found a good spot to park, making sure to ask the landowners permission to park where I was, and set ourselves up right at the edge of the road.  I put out my chair and the hatch was up on the back of the Jeep.  My boyfriend and his mom wanted to stand and the dog was behaving well.  A lady set her elderly parents up on the down side of the wind, using my Jeep as a wind block.  They got all set with their chairs and blankets and were enjoying the view.  That is until the rude people started to arrive,  First it was a man and woman that were late and just came up and stood in front of everyone.  I couldn't see what was coming up the parade route, until it got right in front of me. They finally moved off, but was replaced with a group of woman and their misbehaving brood tagging along.  They also just stepped in front of the elderly couple and the little old lady had to stand to see.  I swear, they had to be close to 90 years old.

I said to my boyfriend how sad it was that lady had to stand to see because of people standing in front of her, loud enough for them to hear.  One of them turned around and looked, but it didn't register in her brain they were in the way.  Now some people would say that I am rude for speaking up the way I do.  I don't agree.  My mother taught me manners growing up and I remember to use them.  I say please and thank you, respect my elders, will hold a door for someone and appreciate someone holding a door for me.  I play fair, make sure I ask permission to use someone else's things, and avoid making rude noises or smells in public.  Mother said that is what the bathroom is for.  I say something about rude people because I am sick of being walked on, and just letting it go.  Too much rudeness is taking over the world.

Anyway, I just have a HUGE problem with people that have bad manners.  I guess they were never taught.  But there is still no accounting for bad manners or rudeness.  So if you read this and have children, please teach them manners.  If you were never taught yourself, take an etiquette class and share the lessons.

This whole world could use a little more "please" and "thank you"!  Have a great day!