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Peach State says: Dreaming…I Must Be Dreaming!

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What if we all lived in a dream…

Coffee:
A perfect cup…just the way we like it…whenever we wanted it!

Dream Houses:
No cleaning required! No piled up laundry!

Dream Views:
Peaceful and perfect!

Dream Jobs:
Pay and promotions and recognition!

How about “Politician running on their own merits?”

Dreaming…I Must Be Dreaming!

Sorry…Have a nice day!

Peach State

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Peach State says: It is Time for Coffee and Vacation Planning!

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Eyes open…check
Breathing…check
Coffee in hand…check

It has been an exhausting week of schedule altering activity. I am able to sit down and actually put my feet up without finalizing any lesson plans or cutting out small, intricate pieces for artsy activities and games. My faithful companion and I have missed each other this past week…[No Food or Drinks, except water, are allowed in the building!] …and the small amount of quality time in the morning was just not enough. It Is Time For Coffee and Vacation Planning!

I have missed being able to finish my latte’ every morning…which may explain why I felt like I was dragging a bit. “I usually have a regular cup of coffee and my heavily dosed latte’ richly laced with over the top espresso shots.” [translation…I have enough Espresso in my latte’ for 3 individual drinks!] I love coffee and will not apologize for being able to sleep at night.

I have started drinking iced coffee, in the afternoons, now that the temperatures have begun their uphill climb. The Lazy Days of Summer have finally arrived and I will be more than content to sit on my porch swing…alright! It is a glider… and sip away the day while enjoying my favorite author. I love my sweet tea…but my rich and creamy delicacy, poured gently over soft crushed iced, just spoils me better. “Who doesn’t want to be spoiled!”

Now I will have more time to prepare for the trip of the decade! Well…it feels like it is for us! As you know, my family had a few financial setbacks over the past five years and now…things are better. My hubby told me the business, he works for, will be closed on July 4th. The holiday falls on his normal day off…which means he has another day either before or after. [insert roaring cheers and fireworks!] So I suggested…”With your normal days off of Sunday and Wednesday (July 4th) can you get that Tuesday the 3rd as your day off and ask for a vacation day for that Monday?”. My hubby seemed a bit surprised…so I clarified! “You could have Sunday through Wednesday off and only be asking for one day of vacation!” My hubby acted as if I had just cured cancer! Long story short…He asked and his boss agreed! [Instant Vacation!]

My hubby quickly called and gave me the good news and then delegated the selection of destination and accommodations. I will not bore you with the pain staking methods of selection criteria. The virtual dry-erase boards with endless possibilities starred and crossed through seemed endless. The good news is that I decided on the Smoky Mountains! I then proceeded to search for accommodations with a pampered resort feel. I had narrowed the list to two destinations when I received a travel guide in the mail. I flipped through this colorful and detailed description of this beautiful mountain area and found a cheerful and rustic Resort. “Condos!” [Four Nights for the price of Three!] “Hmmm!” Let’s check out the pictures… The pictures were incredible! There was also a queen sleeper sofa for our 11 year old in another room which was a big plus.
Mountain view…check
Separate sleeping quarters…check
Home away from home…OOO Ahh!

I could not wait to show my hubby. He came home and settled comfortably into his chair. I showed him the other choices first saving the condos for last…once the picture of the balcony came up I had his full attention. Within 20 minutes the condo was reserved!

“I think I will make a countdown for the fridge…”

With my coffee companion close by my side I will begin the final preparations and packing. It Is Time For Coffee and Vacation Planning! This trip will be a first for our family…well…now that three of the four boys will not be going. They each work and my oldest does not live at home. My sons that still live at home will be guarding the homestead and taking care of my “Precious Princess”. “My hubby and I have already begun the subliminal programming, of their minds, suggesting no parties or gatherings.”

The dryer has just beeped telling me…FOLD CLOTHES! I will refill my coffee and do as I am commanded…and then begin making my list. “I cannot wait!” I hope you can find time to enjoy the day and it’s simpler pace! I am definitely up for that challenge! Until next time…Have a great day!

Peach State

Peach State says: The Sounds of My Morning!

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Fortunately my ears woke up this morning. My “Sounds of Nature” had faded giving way to the sounds of light snoring coming from the other side of the bed and from my Precious Princess on her oversized pillow. I peeked over at the large numbers, lighting the side table with a blue glow, and squinted…”Crap!” I had forgot to push the always set alarm…and would have overslept. My body woke up right on time…well 2 minutes late…but who is counting? Thankfully I got up without the numbing and stirring tones of my shuffled song list that usually start “The Sounds of My Morning!”

I traveled the pre-set path to the front door as my body began it’s auto piloted routine. The sound of the front door opening followed by the Beep…Beep…Beep, of the door sensor, brake the silence. My precious princess came down with me this morning and needed to tend to her duties…”Out you go!” I step out onto the front porch and take in the waking morning. There is the sound of large trucks rumbling through the darkness as the birds begin to sing. A Rooster stirred from his sleep and gives his “Cockle doodle do” wake up call. I turned the handle with a squeak, as the frame of the heavy glass door opened, and let my precious princess back inside. I lock the front door and head off to the kitchen…open the treat jar with a gentle snap and wait for the clicking of nails against the wood floor to stop. “Good girl!” “The Sounds of My Morning!”

The refilling of the various machines begins…water flows in and out of my container as I refill the water kettle and espresso maker. The rattling sound of the Oatmeal packets as I set them in a bowl next to the water kettle. The microwave chimes…”Ahh! Coffee!” The refrigerator hums quietly as it cycles on…I turn to fill my youngest’s cereal bowl. The ping-pong sounds of Cap’n Crunch and Crunch-berries against the plastic bowl lessen as the bowl fills. I set it at his place on the table and take another sip of my coffee. The laundry room…I check the washer, with a click of the vacuum sealed door, and notice my 21 year olds blue jeans lying wet in the drum. “He will need these today!” I reach over to the dryer door and click…pressure released and door swings open…my 19 year olds clothes are all dry. I reach in and remove his clothes placing them on the dinning room table, presently known as his closet, in hopes he will take them to his room later. The jeans and a couple of shirts are put into the dryer as the buttons clank against the drum. I set the desired temperature with chimes and clicks as the tumbling and clicking begins.The house is filling with“The Sounds of My Morning”!

Checking the time…”I have plenty of time!” I go over to the recliner and sit with my coffee…the tags on my precious princess’ collar tinkle and clank as she shuffles over the wood floor behind me. She stretches and yawns…up in the other chair she jumps. She will be snoring soon! I follow my routine and read through various places…My Bible app, Facebook, Swagbucks, Blog stats….and play one card game! Releasing the latch from the difficult recliner…I am back in the kitchen for the swirling and swishing sound of the espresso maker. The boiling water in the kettle begins only to fade as I click the switch off. The stirring of the spoon against the bowl, grainy at first, as I mix the two packets of oatmeal. Up the squeaky stairs to the office door…a gently series of beeps as I punch in the code for the lock…and in I go. “Little hands loved seeking and finding things that did not belong to him in my husband’s office…thus the lock!” I retrace my steps back down the hall and turn on the light for my youngest. He greets the day with a crinkled face and moans as he rolls over. I move quietly to the door at the end of the hall as the threshold creaks…flip n the light in the bathroom and gently tell my husband “Your breakfast is in the office!” I head back down the squeaky steps to enjoy my latte’ and listen to the series of knocks and creaks as the two begin to move around upstairs. “Good…they are up!” I think to myself as I hear “The Sounds of My Morning!”

Here is the point where the noises increase in full combat mode. I do not understand how so much noise can come from one little boy…”The fact is…I had 3 small children, close in age, eating and getting ready for the day, at the same time, all quieter than this one little boy!” The cascading stomps down the stairs hide the squeak as he moves into the kitchen. The milk is poured over his cereal in a rush…”Sorry!…overflow!” The crunches and slurping mix with conversations and unique tones and pitches, unknown to man, as he eats his breakfast. He finishes and throws his bowl in the sink. He begins his lunch preparation and fills the kitchen with sounds of shaking potato chip bags and digging in the large, almost empty, cookie container. The lid to the peanut butter jar is flopped onto the counter so that it spins like a top. He comments about that sound and does it again. Off to the refrigerator for the jam. Mumbling comments as he removes the lid from the jam. Clink…onto the counter! Laughter as the lid performs it’s “top maneuver”. The quick snap from the plastic bags, as he closes them, lets me know he is done. He is off again with the stomping up the stairs to brush his teeth and then the return stomping down the stairs. The multitude of zips and clips as he readies his book bag and the continuous pleading for candy to take to school fill the remaining minutes till he walks out the door. “Like I am going to send a child to school with candy after all the noise and flurry of activity I have experienced!” He moans and groans, questioning my parenting nature…but the No’s have it! He heads out the door. “The Sounds of My Morning” are reflecting the peaceful calm now that the “tropical storm” is waiting for his bus!

My husband is almost done as his shoes sound across the tile on the bathroom floor. Off to the kitchen to fill his commuter mug. The glass against the metal on the base clink as I pull the coffee pot out and replace it on the base. Beep…Beep…Beep! I open the door going into the garage and open the car door. Back into the house I go! The closing of the office door and mechanical locking let me know my husband is coming down. The creaks and squeaks of the stairs and our normal series of hugs and goodbyes. The garage door rises as the metal panels move and shake like a large roller-coaster slowly clicking it’s way up the first hill. The car is started and the seat belt alert chimes…he leaves! I return to my coffee!. A few moments of solitary silence…

It won’t be long and the other two, still snoring upstairs, will start their day. My 19 year old has an interview this morning at a very large exercise chain facility. “Keep him in your prayers or keep you fingers crossed!” The 21 year old works late today at his Jewelry Store job. It will be almost noon by that time and the morning, which was packed with sounds, will give way to a slower pace of normal activity. I will settle back in my chair, with my cup of non-package oatmeal, next to my snoring princess and finish my latte’! I have a list of things to do today…I will be walking plenty today and lifting heavier than normal objects. “OOO…exercise!” I will not hear these sounds again…not until tomorrow…then once again I will hear “The Sounds of My Morning!”

Think about it…what sounds are you hearing everyday? I bet they are the same as mine! Have a great day!

Just in the time I took to proof and eat my breakfast my 19 year old left for his interview. This was his third interview and he just called…He got the job! PARTY! Whoop…Whoop…Whoop! Sorry…he has been looking for a job for quite a while!

Peach State

Peach State says: I Would Rather Be There!

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With my list of chores already laid out before me today I receive this picture of a friends vacation spot. I simply replied…Jealous! I Would Rather Be There in that place by the sea! The fresh salty air and the mist from the breaking waves as they crash against the white sand. But I grab my coffee and continue with my day! I am not finding any solace in my daily doldrums. I need to escape! Don’t get me wrong…I love being a housewife and taking care of the castle. I just need to get out past the walls of the fortress…by myself…and breathe in some fresh air. I know…I know…I got out last night when I went to church. I will get out again on Sunday morning. Maybe I should have titled this post…”My Pity Party!” I will leave in a little while and search for a useful wedding gift for my niece. “Her wedding is Saturday!” Once that retail exploration is complete I will return to the castle…and clean!

The floors of the castle are laden with traveler’s dust and collections from their journeys….(translation)… The floors are covered in the tracked in dirt from the boys and the dog along with scattered debris, like clothes and balls and water bottles and doggie toys, as they came in. The movie images of the servants sweeping the castle’s dirt floors was hilarious to me as a child. Sadly…that is the way my floors have been lately. I know they are not dirt floors…but with the constant pollen and laying down of new mulch comes yard work which leads to a constant flow of mud and grass throughout the house.

The boys have their chores (which all seem to fall on me) that are completed during the day. With their new schedules and revolving door routine the chores never get done. My youngest…well he can’t be expected to do them all and he would forget to do them anyway. Besides…what beautiful Queen would want to live in a dirty castle! This Queen will not have her King come home to a dirty castle…he would not be happy! We are not a poor kingdom…but the concept of servants only exists in dreams. The shinning of the marble and crystal must be maintained. The polishing of the silver is not an everyday activity. The Royal Gardens are still under seasonal construction and will be completed in the summer. The ever present plague of dust must be removed by hand and Pledge. “A fresh scented Pledge dusting spray not a vow!” A short solitary escape is what I desire…I Would Rather Be There!

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Walking along the shore as the sun’s glow touches my skin. The sound of the waves fills my senses and drowns out all other interruptions. The warm water covers my feet as the loosened sand embraces my toes.

Snapped back to reality as I sip on my latte’! Two have already left and two prepare for their day. I will soon be alone…able to accomplish what needs to be done. Is there a nap on that list? Funny, I always want a nap but never have the time for one. I will need to keep moving this morning to avoid stiffening up like a suit of armor in the castle halls. I moved the wrong way yesterday and twisted when I should have bobbed. The pain will fade…”I hope!”…as I continue my Royal Itinerary.
I should add a visit to the Royal Baker to my list…(the local Panera Bread) for my free Mocha refreshment! This will be a pleasant addition to my retail exploration. I peeked at the bride’s list of treasures and have a idea of a wonderful gift. “I received a very large oversized bowl when I got married and use it all the time.”

My stomach growls increasingly as I wonder if the Royal Cook has any brown sugar oats. Wait…I am the Royal cook…time to fix my breakfast. Do you want to escape? Where Would You Rather Be? For the time being…this Queen will continue on the path in front of her…until the King gives her some funds from the overflowing Royal Treasury. Ah! There lies the rub! The Royal Treasury is lacking and has not been overflowing for quite a while. Oh well! Have a great day!

Peach State

Peach State says: My Recurring Patterns?

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Today is Friday and I found myself not thinking about Current Events. Instead I found myself going through a preset, habit formed, group of functions. I find it curiously comforting as I take a closer look at this routine. There are differences…but only slight ones…with interruptions thrown in!
The endless spiral of events, that connect my actions as I flow through the daily motions, are structurally needed. You will probably notice a similar pattern in your own life. So…here is My Recurring Patterns!

Alarm off
Put on fuzzy socks
Head for the coffee pot
Check Facebook
Check Chat
Check email
Check Swagbucks
Check Blog
Respond to early risers on Facebook messenger or text
Fix lattes and breakfast
Training of 11 year old on correct behavior
Check blog
Check Facebook
Start laundry
Load or unload dishwasher
11 year old to bus stop
Start the daily blog
Pour coffee in travel cup for husband
Continue blogging
Respond to messages and text
Complete blog post for the day
Check Facebook
Conversations with friends
Move laundry
General cleaning
Check blog stats
Get other two sons out the door for the day
Fix another latte
Check Facebook
Play music (sometimes to learn music)
Focused cleaning
Move laundry and fold clothes
Respond to texts
Check blog stats
Plan dinner
Move or fold laundry
Check blog
Check email
Help with homework as I cook dinner…

By now you are sitting there shaking your head…don’t be to quick to judge! You have your patterns too! This list would be far shorter and would not be filled with check blog and Facebook if it weren’t for convenience of my type of phone and iPad. They are always with me and I can quickly maneuver the familiar apps and pages with little time spent. The delightfully unique and personalized chimes and tones associated with each notification add music to my day and keep me updated as I move through the average housekeeping duties. At the push of a button I can be instantly aware of Facebook changes and texts as well any calls I may have not been able to answer. “I am actually doing things that cause me to miss phone calls…or texts!”

I must confess that the act of checking my blog stats has been filled with excitement and anticipation. I was thrilled this past week to find my daily blog post listed as a “Featured Post”! I surpassed the previous records this week and just can’t help but watch the numbers increase each time I check the stats.

“I would like to thank each of you for your likes and views…and those of you who now follow this Blog…you put a smile on my face and brighten my day!”

My daily life, as average as it is, contains many out of the ordinary tasks. The adoption of a Special Needs child, the economic upheaval with our family owned small business, the activities surrounding my singing in various groups as well as the continued ups and downs of life, as experienced by my three older sons, are the center of my structurally routine existence. I may not conquer the business world or find a cure for disease but, I am happy! “I have my low points just like everyone…yet…I am at peace in my little corner of the world!”

We each have those habits and ways of doing things as we go through our day. From the morning wake up call to the setting of the alarm at bedtime we are engaging in the same routines as we care for our families. The order may be different but there is a pattern…a general consistent flow…that is the basis of you daily scheduled life. We may not consider the little routines as important but we would be wrong! These little connections with family and friends keep us current and offer us an emotional boost as we continue through our pre-set day. This satisfies the basic need of belonging…we all want to be part of something!

Consider your day to the smallest activity. What do you find yourself doing when there is a pause in your schedule? I would make a guess you are just like me! It is now time to recheck my Facebook and catch up with those who are now starting their day. I hope all of the status updates are good for you and yours today! I am off to follow My Recurring Pattern!

Have a great day!

Peach State

Peach State says: Sunrise Reflections

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No light is shinning from behind the trees this morning. The birds are silent and still. The fragrance of rain fills the air as the scattered droplets touch the varied surfaces. It is Saturday morning and I wish I was still in bed…but the day will march forward carrying me in it’s flow. I will sip from my tall pink cup and close my eyes. Thoughts of this past week have been knocking around in my dreams, bringing to life these events already lived. They were not spectacular in nature and tedious to most. But this is my life…and this is my Sunrise Reflections!

Singing and music was a large part of this weeks activities. Everyday the songs flow through my head, repeating the tune and lyrics. “This always happens when I am memorizing the music.”
I was at the church on Sunday, Monday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday. Thursday and Friday did not revolve around singing, except for the special that three of us went over Thursday while working on the choir room. We successfully cleaned the choir room and rearranged the furniture too! “I can’t wait to hear and see the reaction tomorrow!” This has been a long week but this coming week will be longer…we have the final practices leading up to the dress rehearsal and performance next weekend.

Another warming sip of my latte’ as a smile creeps across my face…my youngest has been out of school due to the county wide 2-day break. Economic cutbacks! He was with me at the church on Thursday and Friday…he was a real big help! Someone watched as he took the boxes and boxes of choir robes and miscellaneous music from the choir room to the music library. He was so excited when he was able to use a Dollie to move more than one at a time and use the elevator. Yesterday he received am iTunes card from the person who had watched him working. She said it was so good to see a young man work so hard…she wanted to give him something to tell him “Way to go!”
I was thankful and proud…”He spent the rest of the day writing a list of songs to download.”
At least he was busy…and out of other people’s way.

Spending time with friends is a wonderful activity. This past week gave me the chance to do just that. Thursday and Friday from about 8:45-2:30 (a guesstimate on the ending time) I was fortunate enough to spend time with a dear friend. We sing together and share the love of Starbucks and our daily coffee and poke fun at each other on Facebook. The similarities are numerous and have created strong ties between us. We found that our previous skills in the workplace prepared us for a challenge set before us yesterday. The making of copies for the sound personnel and the worship leader and a smaller notebook for the praise team…of the Easter Music…so that these people would be able to lay the book flat and not have to struggle and fight the pages. The copier was not our friend…in the beginning! We came to an understanding…it would make copies and I would not blow it up. I thought that was fair! One of the songs in our Easter Music is called “O Great Redeemer!” I was singing it in my head and got to the chorus and out came a loud “O Great..” before I could finish my friend turned around in fear…”What happened?” “everything is fine…why?” She thought I was saying Oh great…like something is wrong…with the copies. We both laughed and began singing song snip-its to fit the situation. She joked that this would end up on my blog…and she was right! Time passed quickly and so did the work!

I was able, for the most part, to keep up with the laundry at home as well as the other tasks. “I did good!” It will be a typical Saturday for me and I am looking forward to a slow day. Pausing to drink some more of my latte’ and listen to the squeaking floor as my husband walks across the bathroom floor upstairs. The birds are awake now as the thick cloud cover hides the suns warm glow. My shadow and constant companion, a black English Cocker, is curled up in the chair next to mine. She is 13 years old today! She will be spoiled…but then again she is spoiled everyday. The house is quiet but that will change as my two older sons get ready to go to work. It will be a quiet day…hopefully!

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This is Brittany…timing is everything…it looks like she is smiling but she had just sneezed. “I like to think it is a smile.” Enjoy the day you have ahead of you. You will only have this day to live once and then it will fade as the morning fog in your Sunrise Reflections!

Peach State