Reinforced Routines

the personal rota of much less ... 

The new routine of deleting the inbox and files 

The cumbersome head busting time today. 

I now have a 30 ish day countdown to pastures different again. The reminder on the calendar, when I remember in the first place to pick up the tickets at the rail station. The print off of the coach, one. The juggle of health, season, time with others, The paperwork. The budget keeping. Alongside swift removal and change again in the inside ambiance. And the better ease in all the usual housework. The dust busting and bashing out the unusual ... 

Solutions in solutions

... the seemingly never ending ones  ... one home, one room and now mine with a scattering in a Cheshire new home set up, and a Cornish study and workshop ...  

The recovery in travel to get there. The learn to leave it at a point in various guises, to have a bit of a life. 

It is not always in the right measures. I seem to achieve more outings when not tied to or distracted by much here 

More forays

into getting familiar with things again .... and not like that! Whether I be back in it or not remains to be seen. My thoughts are lost in time. They are now ghosts in wisps. 

Today is another example. I am here, but not!

The step out on the concrete

after some hibernation time. The dark in evening of the commuters passing through the town ... A scattering of the youth on half term ... 

That was the time of day I did a bit of a shop. A day in undress. The gumption to put on clothes and get out ... albeit in the evening ... when the self scan closes down about 7pm this end of town. The doors too this end close at 9pm ... 

The clockwork time of a twenty four hour store where the lights go down. One security guard at the other end of town. And the stock on pallets come out, all at 9. 

And after another time only the self scans are operational for checking out. The different times I have shopped in this recovery. And many more do so at the festive season soon too ... 

How, What. When and Where

an alluring time in a disjointed time. It escapes you at the best of time. A piece of the personal timeline out of kilter. The lost time grained in the rings of visions hallucinating the blurs further ... 

A world

in a world of none and noose in invisible. The place I knew I be at one time back. That all in thinking I doing what I do. It is good to shake off a hot bed of indelible time. The inky blue instead of the pitch dark. A pinkier time instead of bull red. 

An air of difference within my personal world. And that besides being *** I was minding my own in a different town despite the fact of wearing both wedding bands got chatted up. I must be looking more where I blend in to life again. 

Aside the fact; I talk to thyself. And amuses oneself too.

And the films I tend to watch are monological and alone in space and with a lot of miming ! 

The me and myself of others in stories true and fictional. The conversations with themselves just as I do in clearing the space, here in Kernow and keeping it clear in guidelines in the North too. My family often hear me talking or chuckling away to thyself and in my sleep too .... 

''Tis 6am

the time in slow movement of a world outside ... the jiggle in thy mind of where to start today,, the perpetual just select some tasks ... somewhere 

I tend to find I am taken completely off task, though somehow even in the turmoil created there is mire in enlightenment 

Memories my Mum recounted on thy time last together on being up in the air, among what astronauts see of our planet earth. The more recent aerial photos too of a daughter in the clouds on her flight in the summer. The magnificent memories and photos and the newly formed contact with life again serves to remind me of much 

The fluffy white clouds

in the horizon yet again on a journey taken. The walks out on sunny or cloudy with shower days. The showers rarer than usual. The stride in steps recorded in motion. The days now reminded in still if I care to look at an app or not! 

The supermoons in articles that give dates far in the future. The palindrome in writings and words. The readings in much more varied and interesting. The inroads back to medical and science innovation reads with a bit more earnest again. The gusto in waves of degrees to maybe study ? 

The conflicts of study or work in experience. The pilgrimage outside the home absorbing me right now, 

The current trend with a time in celebrations travel to end a year in more moot change of light 

Sunny Steps taken ..

... today ... in dark thoughts of 1999 ... when a Mum had a mastectomy... 

.. to a breast screening appointment us woman have at the mobile unit parked in a leisure centre with memories of sports activities. In an area really well known once before ....  and of a family home once backing on to this very car park ... 

The sun shining on a walk in Steps recorded like big brother, where I have been, etc etc 

Now the await on those other results in outcome of the many check ups due  ... 

All these checks ups take quite a bit out of these weeks to come again ... 

The steps in walk

I do not waste much time in unnecessary. During a time I learnt to live without more ... the discerning in me lessened ... The brief look at my steps taken in record today ... 

Whilst out today I was quite taken with one of the many conversations around me  ... A young lad in Aldi told his Mum that their crisps did not taste as good. That is good for the amount of S*** in food that requires awareness early on ... 

Though with all the reading I have suddenly taken off with again, clean living can materialise into one  of the many different eating disorders. 

The read in OCD in its different forms like the opposite to hoarding has made for an interesting time ...  The balance in light is never quite right ... 

Hopes in slow

in much ... the transition in spruce en masse. The getting used to being without the hub ... the notifications different ...  The adjustment of planning I have changed to in the housekeep of the paper work not printed in hard copy into the new system of plans  ... deleting to catch up on the junk that can come in the inbox that slips the net when you unsubscribr. And if the tick box for no third party does not register etc etc etc ... 

The evoking and evolving time in using what I have available in my time without you ... I now getting a simple mobile system with much work still to do .. to transfer much in different ...

The beauty in the majority of it being whereever I am in my trots and cantors and ambles in all walks of my catch up life ... 

It will be even better when I get the further work on transferring the rest as I move through the reality clutter to it's various distributions 

My inner grit

in the float through numb and glum and a injured thumb. The place in this long process I am at now. The deaths, illnesses, sillinesses, celebrations, infections, stinky stank, my death wish while Dad was halting his., along the way. 

The time he was in a coma and fighting for his life one Spring and as he struggled on into the sunny Autumn day in the same year he did depart from us, The wish he had died then, before the further suffering and indignity cancer brings ... 

The regeneration in a

town very much needed in what already has been ruined by bad archecture in a tad ... The land owners view in its planning applications is horrendous...

The parts of the recent demolition of a building at the bottom of our road was saved for the important historical legacy at the local historical society ... a shame not a listed building ... the beautiful tower and stain glass window gone forever from public display  ... at least somewhere in the archive ... but will now be dusty ... 

The youth in a town kept from the boredom of the lack of amenities, now somewhat even more diminished again. They who did an amazing project on this town in a lottery funded film project ... on the hidden history of a town in a very positive light on until then a some what negative view in the domain ... of the very same town ...

I may have a messy mind; now a messy town too currently for now ... 

Fascinating in forlornly

a look out of attempts in life to fulfil the moments better The bittersweet conflicts of taking an interest in life from death ... This in friuitlessness feel ... The now rare times more fulfilling in some .. the zillion kisses of a breeze to the howling winds over the skin on walks about 

The best glow in tome on skin recently, and even the drizzle drops of rain showering on me in the misty rolls of steam rising over the trees and fields the spectrum of colour in counties once again experienced