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Life Moves Pretty Fast

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”  ―  Ferris Bueller It's so true. Last week I was checking out my many rose bushes and wondering when they would bloom. They seem late this year.  A few days later I was outside chasing one of my little dogs. She is losing her hearing and sight, but I swear her little legs are running faster than ever. It's never been like her to run off. While I was running after her (or more like hobbling and limping) I noticed a couple of bushes with a few roses.  After I got the pup settled and inside, I went back out to cut a few roses. The bees even took pity on me and allowed me to cut some of their sage blossoms. I placed the pretty little vase from my Mother's collection by a few Paris mementos. 
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Inspirations for the Weekend ...

I cannot take credit for this one, but it sure spoke to me. This comes from the blog, Morning, Computer. 


I Steal Time. 

Walking in London with a friend from America who works in film.  I stopped at a roundabout near Covent Garden, looked up.  He asked what I was looking at.  Everything, I said.  It’s my practice.  I take five minutes every day just for me, to look around and see where I am and be there.  Thirty-five minutes a week.  Over twenty years, that’s something over six hundred hours I’ve taken just for myself.

It’s easy to feel like you’re living on borrowed time, and that time is running out.  For five minutes a day, I like to turn the hourglass the other way.  I’ve stolen six hundred hours from the countdown clock that the world would have drained away from me had I let it. 

  My friend instantly decided that I was Not Normal and regarded me warily for the rest of the day. 




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