Yesterday, I didn't do a very good job of being wealthy. I don't think that spending an hour playing a game on msn is a wealthy way to spend time, but I did it anyway.
Decide. I keep thinking of "today I choose to be wealthy." Well, maybe "choose" might be a better selection, but "decide" is what happens after choice. Eenie, meenie, minie, choose, I decide this.
Today was a bit better spent. I got the presents and the paperwork ready for Park and Rec and drove up there. The bronze deer at the round-a-bout were decorated with wreaths and ribbons, and the buck had a red clown nose on, and its eyes had a different, glaring look that I didn't recall in the summer.
The parking lot had so few cars in it, and the receptionist sent me back to my former supervisor's office. There were Christmas cards and decorations and a tree in the lunch room. There were about ten who were hanging out, waiting for the 4 p.m. dismissal. They ignored me, but the group at the table in the trailer all said, "Hi, Barb!" when I walked in. So it was nice, and my supervisor was happy to see me.
I mailed my time sheet, deposited some Christmas checks, bought vegetables for the diner.
We had dinner with another family, who lives down the road. I remember when she was afraid of losing her house a few years ago. Her mom was moved out a nursing home into her house, and she took care of her, and was paid to do it. When her mom died, her husband got a full-time job, and a couple of her children moved home, and had jobs, helping to pay the mortgage, and the stress and fear seemed to be gone.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
One of my daughters is making a gingerbread castle, and the dog is begging for someone to play with her, and I finally mended some clothes (and forgot to mend some others), and I made the royal frosting, and tomorrow I will get up and call and write and do work that I've been procrastinating. I put up a small tree on the table in the front room, a stuffed toy one, and I ran Christmas lights around it, so now it seems a bit more like Christmas.
To my mind, the wealthy do not procrastinate.
Decide. I keep thinking of "today I choose to be wealthy." Well, maybe "choose" might be a better selection, but "decide" is what happens after choice. Eenie, meenie, minie, choose, I decide this.
Today was a bit better spent. I got the presents and the paperwork ready for Park and Rec and drove up there. The bronze deer at the round-a-bout were decorated with wreaths and ribbons, and the buck had a red clown nose on, and its eyes had a different, glaring look that I didn't recall in the summer.
The parking lot had so few cars in it, and the receptionist sent me back to my former supervisor's office. There were Christmas cards and decorations and a tree in the lunch room. There were about ten who were hanging out, waiting for the 4 p.m. dismissal. They ignored me, but the group at the table in the trailer all said, "Hi, Barb!" when I walked in. So it was nice, and my supervisor was happy to see me.
I mailed my time sheet, deposited some Christmas checks, bought vegetables for the diner.
We had dinner with another family, who lives down the road. I remember when she was afraid of losing her house a few years ago. Her mom was moved out a nursing home into her house, and she took care of her, and was paid to do it. When her mom died, her husband got a full-time job, and a couple of her children moved home, and had jobs, helping to pay the mortgage, and the stress and fear seemed to be gone.
Today I decide to be wealthy.
One of my daughters is making a gingerbread castle, and the dog is begging for someone to play with her, and I finally mended some clothes (and forgot to mend some others), and I made the royal frosting, and tomorrow I will get up and call and write and do work that I've been procrastinating. I put up a small tree on the table in the front room, a stuffed toy one, and I ran Christmas lights around it, so now it seems a bit more like Christmas.
To my mind, the wealthy do not procrastinate.
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