31 Day Challenge Day 8

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What are your worse habits?

OK I confess! Procrastination. Sometimes I go so slow I almost stop (a reason also I don’t have a driving licence). It’s not laziness in my case (promise, fingers crossed) nor is it a lack of ability to go fast. I can move at great speed sometimes once I’m sure what I’m meant to do. No, it’s more being overly cautious, afraid of making a mistake, which can be intensely frustrating to faster souls.

Hmm… what other bad habits do I have? Putting my elbows on the table when eating, it’s just so much more comfortable. (I hate folks who lecture about this with a mouth full of food swilling around! Ugh!)

Going barefoot (I still do it as much as I can get away with) but that’s a summer only habit and personally I don’t consider that or the elbows as bad (they just happen to be some folks pet peeves).

Interrupting what someone’s saying because I just have to get that statement that’s burning my heart up out. This is a bad and unloving habit showing a lack of concern and respect that I’ve tried many times to stop with varying results, guilty as charged!

Can’t think of any others right now (had plenty of years to work on things) but if I asked my kids they probably give me a longer list LOL!

Visit with “Angels”

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kids act

Such simple things, a visit with old friends, warm and loving, old fashioned concern and manners breaching our three generations.

I get to eat delicious home made Indian food along with a lesson in how to make it. Children eager to show their newly learnt dancing skills enlist my help as the audience. I’m taken to see a splendid tent made of sheets and quilts strung precariously from bunk bed to wardrobe. A modeled clay train (with a failed request to put a real fire inside) and paper and felt craft projects delight my senses. Small hands dutifully take water to the pet rabbits and hamsters. The table is set, the dishes washed, by young fingers while mum sits down to talk.

Not an Ipad, phone or TV show disrupts them from their happy creativity. No boredom here, no winge or murmur, just projects and fun, piano and guitar playing, circus acrobatics, badminton in the garden and table tennis on the dining room table and all around smiles. Can they be this good all the time I wonder? I’ve never once seen them naughty, but their parents assure me they have their moments. What then is this wonder of creative harmony? Ah yes, of course – they are home schooled.