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WHEN WILL BE MY TIME?

As I sit waiting,
For something,
To approach me,
And interact,
I think to myself,
When,
What time,
Will be my time.

In these times, we just wonder, what’s next? Can I have a time to shine that’s not taken away. And we sit and we wait, just not knowing.

Photo by Erik Mclean 

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AS THE WEEKEND APPROACHES

As the weekend approaches,
What is there to do?
Sit a home,
Quarantined,
Looking so down,
I can see my shoes,
I can also see my feet,
Going nowhere fast,
I wish I had chase,
When waiting it out,
Until everything past.

#AtLeastIAmNotALone

Let me know what is approaching for you this weekend?

Photo by Jeff Kepler

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SPENT 4 HOURS GARDENING WITH MY GRANDMOTHER – JULY 22ND

Okay, so I have an uptight grandmother. She is super picky and reckless with her mouth. But there is a sweet side to her, not really, but I can see it though. It’s more about telling her to stop being stubborn and actually doing things for her, and tell her to go hold a sit.

I know that’s not the best intro of my grandmother, but its 100% true. So I had a day off from work today to technically not have a day off, for I went to help my grandmother with gardening. She loves flowers. She loves your kitchen and bathroom. If you ever going to appeal to her soft side, it’s in these 3 places. She cares about nothing else in the world, and trust me, I know.

So yea, I help her do this, and it was a lot of work. She was like oh you didn’t have to do this, and I said to her, go sit down and let me work. She laughed and it was a good day for her. She loves hate me, and I am okay with it.

Photo by Benjamin Combs

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