Hi friends! Keep reading…I promise you this is not a downer post even though this is not the cheeriest nor clear-iest of photos.
It’s 3 PM as I write this. Taking a break after spending several hours on the floor surrounded by masses of paperwork that need sorting and filing. Pretty much every body part I have aches right now, but, oh well. Sat down with a thud of sorts feeling every one of my sixty years and wondered. Wondered about how I had spent the last ten hours of my life -making my body ache over paperwork. Felt dull and blah.
Surfed my way over to Ida’s blog, Wishes, Dreams and Other Things, and saw she had linked up with Kathy from You’ll Shoot You’re Eye Out. Apparently, every Tuesday Kathy hosts this thing she calls SONG-OGRAPHY. She provides a snippet of song for a prompt, and you come up with a photo -your interpretation of said snippet. Or at least that’s one way of looking at it. There are others.
Today Kathy provided the snippet from Pink Floyd’s song TIME as follows:
“Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way…”
Immediately recalled what I had thought when I had eased my aching bones into the chair to take a break not five minutes prior: what a dull day, a wasted day, really. Really? The photo I would used if I linked up immediately came to mind.
The man, Kenneth J. Mount, referred to on the card in the photo, was my son-in-law’s father. A police detective in life. A quiet man of observation; the father of five children. He died on Easter Sunday this year. As a detective -and as a father- he said it was the little things you had to look for.
Before this gets too long: I took the photo to remember the little white flower. My seven year old grandson gave it to me at the funeral so I could keep it, “Forever and ever.” I stuck the memorial card in so I could remember why I took the photo of the white flower in the first place. I’m glad I stuck the card in because as I wondered about the waste of dull hours today, in my mind’s eye I saw Mr. Mount -a man who lived a good life in a small town, quietly attending to what seemed like the little things, even when his bones ached.
I know what you mean about feeling like days are wasted. But if you remember to look at the little things (I’m peeking at you, Josephine) that make you smile, and the times in the course of the day that you made someone else smile, or made an animal (looking at you again, Josephine) feel loved, you’ll know your day is not wasted.
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Oh I’m so glad you joined in. It’s true life is full of “little things” which even though we think they may be dull they are actually part of what makes it all worthwhile. Hang in there.
it’s a naturalist’s approach too, look for the little things, pay attention to detail….
I like the philosophy behind that’little things’ Maureen.
So glad you joined this linky, it’s one of my favs!
There is magic in the “every day” IF we take the time to stop and see it :). My dad was a police officer too, so your whole post resonates with me on many different levels. Thank you so much for sharing at Song-ography….happy to have you with us! FYI, the FIRST of the month I give a song prompt (which is what you saw when you hopped on over). The remainder of the month Song-ography is any song you choose and decide to interpret. So it’s 3/4 free style, 1/4 prompt. I hope you’ll consider joining us again. I so enjoy finding new blogs to visit 🙂
Ahhh the little details…. so very important
I loved this, it really spoke to me. Life is all about doing little things in a grand way!!
It’s so true, Maureen, that we need to take time for those little things in life. Something, I too forget to take time to do.
Attending to the little things…plugging away daily… little noticed… little appreciated… little applauded… shows character and faithfulness. Those are the real people, the backbone of our society.