Thursday, May 16, 2013


There are two days in every week about which you should not worry;
two days which should be kept free from fear and apprehension.
One of the days is YESTERDAY with its mistakes and cares,
its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. 
YESTERDAY has passed forever beyond our control.
All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. 
We cannot undo a single act we performed;
We cannot erase a single word we said. Yesterday is gone.
The other day we should not worry about is TOMORROW,
with its possible adversaries, its burdens,
its large promise and poor performance.
Tomorrow's sun will rise, either in splendor or behind a mask of clouds --
But it will rise.  Until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow for it is as yet unborn.
This leaves only one day - TODAY. 
Any man can fight the battles of just one day. 
 It is only when you and I add the burdens of those two awful eternities
 - yesterday and tomorrow - that we break down. 
It is not the experience of today that drives men mad
 - it is remorse or bitterness for something which happened yesterday
 and the dread of what tomorrow may bring. 
Let us therefore live but one day at a time.
                                                                                                         --Author Unknown

SPRING CLEANING - a time for renewal and finding serenity

I have been bit - or should I say stung - by the cleaning bug.  It has taken so long for the snow to melt and the air to warm up here in Northern Michigan, and that is Northern as in "above the Mackinac Bridge" that I feel like a child going out to play!

I don't know how you feel about cleaning or other household tasks, but when I am in the mood to do so, I don't want to let anything else get in my way.  I finally had a week with very few commitments, and since the sun was shining, and it was above 60 degrees (F), I got right to the task at hand.  When I was working, I didn't have the energy (or interest) in cleaning my house, room by room, from top to bottom.  But I'm finding that in the few years that I've been retired, I am really interested - shocked, actually - that I enjoy and take great pride in cleaning my house.  I never would have thought that washing the dishes was therapeutic either, but I have been pleasantly surprised by this too.  It is a time for renewal.

When I am cleaning or doing up a few dishes that don't go in the dishwasher, my mind is always wandering.  I'm thinking about things that matter, and often things that don't.  Perhaps I'm remembering the conversations of the past day, or planning what I'm going to do next. 

When I was spring cleaning my bedroom yesterday, I found some