Back to the whine ...

in silent. That start at the stage in movement in some one touch and removal. The other put aside in adjusting to take apart an area. Then put in place what should be in the lesser items removed space. 

This will take a span of days ... in alignment of that the slow change in the kitchen habits. The cook space to bake and make some recipes not had in a while. 

The slow change in the bathroom space to change bad habits there. In place here is some workings of old and more pleasant times. The appreciation of gifts telling me in subtle ways to relax and get to smell pleasant... 

The entertainment coming into plans made with my late hubby. Alongside the ever changing face in this part of life. TV into VHS into DVDS into the streaming world.... 

I do not record or get into much here now. The leisurely time in and out of my interests. The decisions on crafting or being mobile in nomadic ways. There has been much change in this, while I process in progress through. 

I will pass on the camcorder films for daughter to splice into other media ... The voice recordings she made with her Dad during revision already in order on her set up. And some other ancient recordings there and if still here and about or there or gone in the en masse clear?

The backbone of the dilemmas, what is no longer around. There will be forever parts in miss. This is beyond the usual lost items in a archive of a home. 

This in a place left from over excesses in a world of an undiagnosed mind ... 

I hope in time it will all come into place. 

Coordination in Cloud

The thankfulness in this timely climate. The welcome in ease and burden. As always not without the cons. Those  cons far outweigh my own cons. The pros beneficial to more than much ... 

The Delete, Delete, Delete sometimes much simpler... and for us non techies we can retrieve within a certain time or a chance to undo 

The next phase in experimentation in the entertainment side of it. 

Though I find it all damn entertaining! 

Tis time ...

with all that is available in the tech world, that the visual images you stumble upon of the unsavourily kind have some screen saver to warn before proceeding or not. Especially when my own device settings are sometimes too smart for me ! A prime example ... a news coverage image of a cousin trapped and burnt to cinders in a car crush. Yes from a distance, but I rather have not seen. It is someone's family and friend member, in these images too often too much seen .... 

The same could be said for the newspapers; whence once I read such things, the gruesome images that churns the stomach up bad.  It is also like the top shelf once and still ... in ways different. I am not easily offended in that respect. I just do not wish to see certain images, that the kids had easy access to when my own child was growing up. Those punishment images that so churns up, yet so ready available that people think they could fall from a height and still get up. 

And I have to be in the right frame of mind to see hoard photos like to ... 

Implementing

in the ideas I had away from here ... somehow through the maze in much ... the reclaim of my home space style in force to reckon with. The flings in expletives and the air a spectrum of rainbow colour in moods to the void of depths no one should enter and back in the brilliances as portrayed in the season hues taken in image around and about ... by thyself in this recovery struggle 

The lighter mood

the day after a deep impact of dark foreboding that took over a tad. 

The back to the eternal ...where on earth was I? 

The doing of the next phase and I hope a more clear passage of time to do so. The daily problems throw me off course. Or I go off track. What ever happens something gets done. And every so often the change can be seen. And then the next upheaval is created to smooth the longer term path! 

Very much

getting through the goals we have in place for removal of the gathering of another's habits in OCD One very happy daughter currently. A lot of arduous adjustment in the loss of a parent. A parent who happened to be around more in a daughters life. The rupture too of a time when a daughter too became a carer. This never impacted on the loving close relationship they had. A daughter who aged beyond the tender teenage years. How the wider family are proud of her determination in continuing to care for others and striving for her wishes in being an eternal student too This time in whether to pick up the on hold studies or continue in the new avenue another close death threw up earlier this year. And do a masters in this area from the evolving time life came in ways different beyond the imagined plans we can have in its origin 

We are definitely entering another era where the past will be removed some more 

More of the plan

... more of the attempt in action ... Oh boy! This is a massive movement. The panic sets in from those days will I achieve it without more bother ... ? 

And then the realisation that all is different and enjoy the now ... 

But first ... the supplies one needs to substantiate a life 

Into the swing

of what I say ... and I mostly do ... the faith in thyself ... where there is not, there is! The touching base  and all the words that mean nothing to me, with people and appointments ... My own plans for the life in flurry slow. 

The turn around of dark into light. Or not necessary. The sensational in truth of life beyond the inner sanctum. The fact I can now sync my movements even more. My movements tracked if I wish it for record in recovery ... 

The fact too that what I have lost in reality, does it really matter in virtual too. One is not scared of the ghosts of time imprinted in these walls, more the fact my Siri or other voice applications can predict me. The tracking of movements and much behind the walls of 

The work of the misleads  in life all around us very much too back in a tad a sync too. The remember that when one is vulnerable not everything is true. The cold callers. The adverts that mislead and people too ... 

The maze in

the mess of chaos ... the diversions of life and death impacted the way. Only today again I have settled in the time all over the place ... The whirl in whirl wind swirls through the home thwarted in gradual each minute that passes. 

I am settling for the night. I have a busy few days. I hope to be rested enough to cope with the hope in swift and slow removal and tidy in life health personal care clothes and home ... etc etc etc

The fundamentals back in place to get to the next phase that seems so slow ... 

The implementation

of what I have achieved putting in place on this time. I have noticed yet again after a time in movement in new environment and experiences of old new.

The problems to solutionise. The worries still constant in barrage on the senses keen. The hub of communications in tremendous change. The few days in these adjustments. The work out of much in diary, calendar, budget, spreadsheets, appointments important in health and space in home. The plans to put in place anew new and old timetables and systems in the tech available. A source of those ideas others put in implementing in electronic form. We all have ideas, only some get it in place.

The loss of hub old into a new brighter easier way too ... The face time and device in sync. The back ups and way round in new. The mistakes. And the how did I do that? The slow continue on in a sister assistance to flowing through the maze of best mobile wifi that goes on my movement too now.

I am not tied to the home one day in recovery. The notice in my social world of more well travelled when actually I am in fast and furious catch up before I too am condemned in a slow death like my ancestors unless sudden takes me ...