I thought the title rather catchy, however, I must say a bit too over the edge for me.
I think myself more into the slow pace section of this marching.
I have talked a lot of the quiet that we have been experiencing for the last month.
It hardly seems a month now, but it has been.
I am so in love with the quiet.
I grew up that way, where things were quiet, and now it has returned to keep me in the grandest of company.
Himself is a lover of it also.
Life is so stressful, and with 5 children between us, it is often a nerve racking process to sort them.
So all of that being said, I am just whiling away the days, doing nothing.
I mean other than cleaning, and what is absolutely necessary.
Today the sun shines brilliantly, and the traffic is horrible.
I think everyone decided to take their car out for a spin, and a wash.
This is supposed to be a beautiful weather week-end, so we plan on taking advantage of it.
It is shed cleaning time, and picking up dead limbs, and debris from the yard.
It will be good to see things green again.
: )
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I grew up with the quiet also... an only child, a father away 90% of the time, a mother who returned to work when I was 13... left me with long summer days (duringt school holidays) to myself when I would cross the road from our apartment and walk on the beach because in those days you could without fear of strangers or bad things happening. I was happy to spend long winter days of school holidays sitting by the fire, reading, listening to music, crafting. I would sometimes watch the other children in the neighbourhood play together, but never had any interest in joining them. I was a loner, and an outcast because I was the only one who went to a private school, which set me apart. My father's high ideas were all well and good, but he didn't think what it was like for his wife and daughter left at home.
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