My Life As A Keithly

This blog is intended to keep me sane and tell some stories relating to my life as it is being lived in the present. My previous life is way too graphic for publication, unless someone is willing to pay me 'cause I don't work for free. To those who will take their time and join me I offer no big thrills only glimpses of what it's like to have become an undefinable brown woman. :-)



Tuesday, April 30, 2013

SIGNS OF A GOOD WEEK, SO LONG AS THE WEATHER HOLDS UP.

I've been away and wonder if I've been missed.  The sorrow of it all is that I've been so lost in my own disheartenment and despair that I haven't given any thought to what others have been up too.  To be truthful I guess I've been somewhat selfish and restrained in my own world that I've closed myself off in fear that those or that which seeks to search and destroy would find me that much quicker. 

All my free time has been divided between my passion for reading and my urge to continue to formulate my 'book-writing' skills, I'm not any closer than I was a few months ago; but the desire is still prominent.  I'm aiming for a best-seller!  It'll be non-fiction: Rambo meets Forrest Gump or vice-versa.  Promised to be a great read, either way!

The family is doing quite well in spite of this madness regarding the state of our union.  It so makes me ill what's happening to this country.  Is there anyone up on the hill that hasn't questioned why this country is not mentioned in the end times.  Never mind, all will be lost regardless.  Yes, I am channeling my fatalistic personality and claiming that all will meet their ends...some worst than others; but we must not dwell on these thoughts, rather focus on the moment and what we can make of it given our own standards and limitations.

I will end my rambling now.  The hour is late and I must continue to conjuror before I grow weary if I am to continue in my endeavors to entertain and/or enlighten those that find even the slightest interest in what I have to say...however ridiculous!

AT DAY'S END...

Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
The day is almost over and its toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word to you?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said?
Does the man whose hopes were fading now with courage look ahead?
Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that’s slipping fast,
That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed?
Did you waste the day, or lose it?
Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God will say,
"You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today."