Moment by Moment

My journal is called Page by Page.  Right now I’m taking life Moment by Moment.  The decision to move has precipitated a vast amount of activity.  We have “decluttered” and cleaned and preened; and we are still at it.

Sunny Poplar in July

Funny old world.  As we prepare this house for new owners, I am feeling more and more attachment and affection for it.  These sentiments are not new, but they have come to the forefront now that our decision to leave has been made.  I do love this house, as I loved the little house in the City that we lived in before moving here.

Tonight Attila is using his bandsaw to cut an old TV tower into sections small enough to transport to the recycling plant by car.  We inherited the TV tower, which we removed from the side of the house and stored behind the house until now.

I am working at the little shop tomorrow, the third day this year.  It isn’t the happiest place this year, I suspect business is not as good as had been hoped.

The heat wave broke overnight and this evening is mild, breezy and just about perfect.  The mosquitoes were decimated by the heat and there are very few to contend with during the day.  I even ventured onto the deck earlier this evening to prune some of my deck garden plants.  I was not bothered by even one mosquito!

I have gone into overdrive with the job applications.  I am sending out two or three well crafted cover letters and resumes every day.  What I find shocking is that suddenly the world is polite, the way it used to be.  For no reason that I can explain, people have suddenly learned manners.  I have received acknowledgements that applications were received, that has not happened but a few times over the last fifteen years.  I am receiving responses to my applications, letting me know that interviews will be scheduled in a few weeks; again, this is new to me.  All of this doesn’t mean that one will be awarded an interview or the desired position.  What it does mean though, is that the process of looking for work ceases to be a soulless, draining experience.  Thank goodness for small mercies.

Worldly Distractions

Weather

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Quote

“We all have strength enough to endure the misfortunes of others.”
Francois de La Rochefoucauld
(1613 – 1680)
There are so many ways to interpret this quotation.
I had to laugh as I thought of the certain way that some people are able to endure the misfortune of others. Black humour. When presented with someone else’s plain bad luck, they respond by saying, “Life is what you make it.” I’ve never heard this from someone who actually had to overcome serious obstacles to success; in my experience this saying is always mouthed by those who succeeded by merely riding the wave of their good fortune, attributing all of their good fortune to their own prowess [hubris]. These people would consistently respond to the misfortune of others with “life is what you make it”. I’ve actually grown to despise the statement “life is what you make it”, although I do acknowledge that in certain contexts it reveals the power of positive thinking.

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