A MagiQal Life

Perpetual Motion
Chris come this way
Chris come that
Get your shirt on
Grab your hat
Got things to do
In a short time
So grab your stuff
And get in line
Chris come this way
Chris come that
Get your shoes
Forget about that
Got a million things
For you in store
When you get through
I’ve a few more
Chris come this way
Chris come that
Get all your things
Wherever they’re at
Don’t dillydally
And do not waver
I have one more
Itty-bitty favor
So Chris come this way
Chris come that
There are things to do
Wherever you’re at

 My life has been overly hectic over the last few weeks as I have prepped my Mothers house for her to move in, helped her move in, fixed, mended, installed, and built the things shes needed. I’ve been out to eat more times in the last month then I’ve been in the last year, been to more stores looking for curtains, brackets, and shelves then I think I’ve been in my entire life, and have installed more “things” then I think any normal person should.

 While all that busy work has it’s rewards and while I am more then happy to do it and do more, I can not help feeling worn out, as while I am doing all of that I am trying to maintain my own set of chores which have often gone by the wayside.

 Its important that my Mother is happy down here in the home that Cyndi and I picked for her. It is a wonderful place, but it does need work. I know that most of it is done, and I look forward to it’s completion. Though I also know that I’ll soon be moving my sister into her apartment, and shortly after that my Father will be down with more stuff and more stuff to do.

 As long as the chickens are fed, laundry is done, and I get to sleep in the arms of the woman I love I know it’ll all be OK…I’ll just be a bit tired.

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I had an epiphany
Some nails, a hammer and me
Pound, pound, pound – hammer to wood
I’ll sink these nails all real good
Tap, tap, tap – this plank to plank
With nothing but tools to thank
There’s not a flaw to detect
Said the two year old architect

I had to fix a few spots on my Mothers back patio. One spot was an issue with the floor planks needing support, the other was to replace a missing railing. I got started by whacking off the existing pieces of wood to hold the railing because they needed replaced. I took one end and nailed it onto the other for added support. Once that was done I got to measuring the new boards that needed to go up so I could cut them. While I was doing that Perrin was very helpful. He got me the box of nails, he got me the tape measure, and he resituated the boards for me. Then he got the hammer to make sure that all of the nails I just put in were pounded in far enough…

That’s him with the hammer just banging away at the railing… He is such a good little architect. I’m sure he’ll grow up to be an excellent god So wake up Christianity, you have a new ‘chosen son’ moving in ~ this one just happens to be a GRAND son. *smirk*

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Find some peace of mind
Before I give you a piece of mine
Walk it out
Now shout it!
Get it out
Live without it!
Your baggage is holding up the line
So just carry on with carry-on
Walk it out
On without it!
Get it out
Stand and shout it!
Now never ever give up hope
There is not enough rope
So walk it out
Just leave it!
Get it out
And then believe it!
I know it’s in you…

 Some people look around the world and see everything but themselves which to me is sad, as it’s often these people that are the ones truly worth seeing. They need to find a figurative mirror so they can give themselves a long look. Maybe then they will see they are worth the effort.

 I’ve known several of these people and when I can, I try handing them little compliments like a compact, but they are unwilling to accept such a gift. At times I’ve bent over backwards helping them in hopes they could see worth in themselves, but that has never worked.

 Sometimes I wish life was like it was on the television so I could just say “Chin up there dear, you are super” and that would just solve all the world’s problems. But life is not television, so all I can do is hope that my FRIENDS understand that I do care and that I am here for them, should they find it within themselves to reach out for my aid. I will do my best to give them enough rope…but not enough to hang from.

 Life is not about looks, and beauty is truly measured from the inside out…sadly too many people have that backwards. I judge a person by their actions, and their beauty by the sparkle of life within their eyes. If the people I think rather highly of could see themselves though my eyes they too may see the beauty that is within them… till then, I can only do my part to be a friend.

 Sometimes I think all that is needed is a good rant. A few moments (or days) to vent off the pent up steam. Not quite an explosion, just something to prevent an implosion. I once had a friend that I hugged till they cried…which did a world of good, as I got lucky, and that was what they needed. Another time I pissed them off enough to actually let the anger out. I got lucky angain and made the correct call.

 Most of the time however, I am at a complete and total loss as to what to do. So I end up with a quick quip or lame joke. Humor is more of a band-aid then a cure, even if laughter is the best medicine…but then, we all know that OTC drugs truly cure anything, and that’s what humor is.

 So either way, know that I am your friend, and if you consider me one, know that I am here for you. Truly…

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