on a quiet day

I'm grateful for this lovely, quiet day, and the extra hour to enjoy it!

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Another world is not only possible, she is on her way. 
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing. 
~ Arundhati Roy

where the clouds are far behind me

Plan B (aka "survival mode") is well under way. I'm hangin' in there, trying to keep my world/sanity/spirit/hope intact. 

Some days are easier than others.


p.s. The lyrics above are misquoted: It should say "where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops..."

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learning how to sail

"Okay," she said with a voice full of equal parts determination and resignation (and spoken entirely in her mind), "it's time for Plan B." 


Right. 


"Plan B is a popular term used to mean a reserved, secondary plan, in case a first plan (a hypothetical 'Plan A') fails." 


I'd say Plan A failed in a spectacular fashion. So, onward... 


Allow me to present:

Susan's Summer 2011 Plan B

• Garden

• Organize closets, including shoes and accessories

• Set up home office  

• Lots of manis/pedis

  

• Pool time!

• Porch time!

•  Dog time!

• Family time!

• Us time.

• Get a  job the job I'm meant to have. 

• AND...

• Because:

 

I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship.

~Louisa May Alcott

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