Changes and challenges

Oh, but I dislike change!

Yes, I'm fretting.  Why?

Another blogger said it best:

"We work so hard at being in control while things just keep being hurled at us, proving that we're not."  So, we worry.  We fret about the things that scare us.  And then we worry some more.

Due to a coveted lobby renovation, the comfortable spot I've called my 'home-away-from-home' these last 14 years is going away ...

....in favor of a 1-in-4 pod (aka, Cell block B)

... Never mind that construction may not begin for another year, I can't help but feel I'm getting the bum's rush.  Silly, perhaps, but the first thing that popped in my mind was, "This is the first time in 47 years I won't have a desk of my own." 
There, I said it.  Ego, party of one.

As management prefers the 'simplistic' look (absolutely no pin-ups), I found a simple silver picture frame plus an old ash tray that belonged to my dad for holding paperclips and the like.  
I need a private, tangible reminder of my parents who worked so hard, so long without complaint.  Because of their example, I don't know how to give less than 100%.

But! If all goes according to plan (there's that 'control' thing again), I'm not long for this particular arena.  This down-sizing should be a good practice for our own move.

Meanwhile, instead of visiting blogs while eating lunch at my desk, I'll be going to the designated breakroom; and when (if?) the weather cools, taking a seat on the grassy knoll out back.  Pretty, isn't it?

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On the home-front, we've finally(!) new flooring in the great-room.
We opted for ceramic tile (v. laminate or hardwood) for simpler maintenance. 

No, I'm not fond of the transition piece -- but truly it was the best of the lot.   Since ours is an open concept floor plan, I may see about ordering the same pattern for a kitchen back-splash to tie things together.  (OCD, much?)


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In other news ....
Sassy B.J. (at Sweet Nothings) recently shared this Farmer's Prayer on her Facebook page.  Oh, what wonderful lessons I'm blessed to receive from friends and strangers, alike!

Anyway, in light of those who are facing real challenges, I couldn't wait to share it here:

A visiting Priest was attending a men’s breakfast in Farm County. He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say grace that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began ...

“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”
The Priest opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.
   
Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”
Now the Priest was overly worried. However without missing a beat, the farmer prayed on,

“And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.”
   
Just as the Priest was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued,
“But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, I do love fresh biscuits. So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are sayin' to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘till You are done mixin’, and probably it will be somethin' even better than biscuits.
   
Amen.”

  

Hugs from Phoenix, and 

... have yourselves a wonderful new week!

Myra