I seem to be lacking in perception in my golden oldie years. I have become a logistic specialist, I organise. Of course I perceive that something has to be done and how you do it that is the clue to the whole experience. I have realised that the burden of home life rests on me. We are both not getting any younger, and our mobility has suffered. Mr. Swiss has become my advisor if I have a perceptive blackout, but he is not Mr. Action. That is where I have to combine my perceptive ideas.
I went for a wheelie in my chair this afternoon and I organised it so that I would be home latest at 4.30 p.m. I was even 10 minutes earlier. Mr. Swiss was reading a book whilst I was away. I arrived and began to perceive, no organise. I had planned on a mincemeat pie for the evening meal. The preparations would take about half an hour, The flaky pastry was one of those ready made efforts, already rolled. Afterwards I would even have half an hour before I put it in the oven. It worked, and now it is baking (see photo) whilst I have time to write my daily challenges.
My life seems to be based on organisation, saving time to have time for other chores. And I even have time to read in between and managed an hours sleep after lunch. This morning I even managed to give my many orchids water in between cooking lunch, it was all a matter of planning.
I now perceived that I will be uploading my 80 photos that I took on my mission to town this afternoon and wheelie home along the river. Oh, I perceived today that Spring is almost here as the flowers have begin to open and the storks have at last taken possession of their nests.
