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"What I fear in writing is the safe decision." - Anne Rice

My morning pages have become afternoon pages.

I slept in this morning. I arose around 10 a.m. with Bailey's help, of course.

I got up and got dressed and went for my walk. This is a good sign. Do not think about doing it, just do it. Isn't that Nike's saying? I went the Bush-Ferrell route. I learned that Bush is not Bush Street but Bush Drive.

I should have gone walking earlier in the morning. It was quite warm out and I enjoyed walking in the shady parts. I spoke to most everyone I came in contact with. I also complemented some carpenters' on their handy work they were doing. They were making an over-hang to a house. Just the framing looked good without the extras that will eventually be put on.

While out, I saw a blue dragonfly, one red flower that is from a groundcover plant and one morning glory bloom. Why these flowers were all by themselves is beyond me. If I had been thinking I would have taken a photo of them with my cell phone.

Upon my return home, I went out and took a photo of my one calla lily. I also took photos of my other blooming plants. I may send these to my friends I can text with and let them see my green thumb.

Once done with the photo session, I came in and took care of Bailey. He was very happy about this and stopped his chatter at me for being so neglectful.

I rebooted my lap top since I have had it running for two days. Then I started to defrag. Michael took a look at it and said it didn't need it but I disagree. I will begin again tomorrow.

In reading my "Daily Book of Art" I learned a new word: quotidian. Quotidian is an adjective and means: 1. a) daily; recurring every day 2) everyday; usual or ordinary.

The occurrence of this word was about the Flux movement in the 1950s and the artist Wolf Vostell. To quote the book, ". . . the American artist was especially partial to events involving "quotidian," prosaically routine activities."

I have never seen this kind of art but the description does bring up vivid images in my mind.

Late morning I was able to assist a friend in typing up a document for papers she needs to file with the court. I was a lot worried because I have been out of the legal field over 15+ years. However, it turned out that I had only to aid her in getting her thoughts together and to get them down on paper. Easy Peasy.

My night was spent at my weekly Al-Anon meeting. I have missed the last two weeks and I was so ready to be with program friends. Tonight's focus was on "hope for today." Like most positive thought programs, our focus is to keep ourselves in the moment. Also to notice what is going right in our lives at that moment. I also try to write out a blessings list everyday.

So my list for today is:

1. Michael and Bailey
2. Sunshine
3. Time to go walking
4. My flowering garden
5. Being able to help a friend
6. Having that friend prepare dinner
7. Going to my meeting
8. Time to write
9. See the flora and fauna on my walk
10. I am beginning to see my ankles again
11. I had the energy to clean up the kitchen except for the stove; I will tackle that tomorrow.

mz. em
Currently reading:
-- "Charade" - Sandra Brown
-- "The Daily Book of Art/356 readings that teach, inspire & entertain" - day 18

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