A nice Sunday

As with most weekends, I am doing work around the house. Yesterday, it was concrete work. Today housework. Something I have come to understand is that I don’t really like housework. I love being able to work towards something I like to do like the psychic but I don’t and I mean don’t like doing housework.

So why is it that I have been doing it almost my whole life? And why is it I chose to become a woman this time so that I would have to be responsible for the house? Well, we all have our spiritual lessons and this must be mine.

I don’t mind working really hard either but, and you know what I am about to say…….I could do without any housework.

Another thing I don’t really love anymore is cooking. Claude says I am a wonderful scratch cook but it time it takes to do the cooking seems to take time away from what I really love doing. And I think I have come to an age when time is very important. I keep hearing that old song…Tiiiiiiiime is on my side, yes it is.

Hope you have had a nice Sunday too.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the ghost in my bathroom. While I was mopping the floor, this man kept showing his shadow about three feet from mine but he was racing across the floor. He wanted me to see him. I just learned from Cathy that the man who named her died about the time I was moping my floor. Of course he would come to see the child he had named.

Da Juana