A single figure, a lonely man

A single figure, a lonely man,
Starts to walk along the road;
This trip alone only began,
None of this was in his plan,
Plans, wishes, dreams erode.

Mistakes in life, like all the rest,
Have been his pattern and history;
He did, he tried, to be his best,
In the life picked to invest,
Slips away to naught but misery.

We all are nothing but what we choose,
The lives we live day by day;
Change and time are not a ruse,
Yet strange, unyielding, and confuse,
What was and is does pass away.

He was, he is, he could, he can.
Someplace, sometime yet to come,
A single figure, a lonely man,
Eroded where his hopes and plan.
The man he has a soul now numb.

Needing a Word

Is there a word to describe a feeling beyond anger? Actually more then anger - betrayal, angst, heartache all rolled into one...

Is there such a word, if so, that is what I feel right now...

Ignorance

It is amazing how ignorant so many people are thinking a pending divorce is the end of a relationship when there is a child involved.

What a Night

I went to a new gym tonight to get my first of two free boxing lessons. It was an amazing workout. But, the real fun began when I got home.

Four years ago I planted a vine of St. Croix grapes and today was the first real harvest this year. I picked a total of 70 bunches. Yes SEVENTY!!! It was enough to make 2 gallons of grape juice once pressed. The yeast has been added and in about 6-7 weeks I'll have fully fermented wine. I'll have to siphon it two times, do the finishing work, and finally place it into the apporaximate 12 bottels of wine it will make.

After that, I need to send some thanks up to FlyLady. I shined my sink tonight. I now have a pattern to my days thanks to FlyLady and a plan for keeping my house the way my daughter and I need it. It is so easy to keep a clean home when you have a logical and specialised plan of attach that is not over bearing and unreasonable. I am looking forward to doing what I need to do tomorrow.

Anam Cara

Leannán, a chara,

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Mo grá thú,
Le gach deá ghuí or deá mhéin,
Seán