Wednesday morning bouncing ball

As we head toward the weekend once again, I am looking at the business ahead and what will get the week's expenses handled. I am looking forward to weekends in the future with Kate's homecoming, weekends spent among the scarlet and orange of the Autumn in North Georgia. I am even looking toward the opera in Cobb County this weekend. The only part of this which is a little of concern is the efforts of Cindy to get the rooms cleared out for installation of flooring in the living room, dining room, master bedroom and the two bedrooms upstairs which makes me think about the oncoming efforts. Cindy would like to me her mother in this regard. But I would like Cindy to be herself and lets gain a balance between rest and relaxation and the things which need to be done.

Last weekend was nice. We took care of things and still had time to watch (or listen to) a little football and browse through the Barnes & Nobles in Jonesboro. Cindy got to extend her birthday for another weekend and we got to see my family.

I am looking forward to the new flooring in the house. I think it will make our house look nicer. However, I would like to have some time of enjoyment among the leaves and cool breezes of the Fall. I do like the Fall and the Spring. They are my favorite seasons. However, I also like the Summer and Winter. I don't really like to have to pick. There are good times to be had and remembered in every season.

I guess the main thing is to find the enjoyment in every season. To grab the sweetness of every day. To turn the everyday into the unique by keeping your eyes open and your heart available to the things we lose sight of when we lose ourselves in the business of living. That poem by Wordsworth, "The World is too much with us; late and soon" always springs to mind. I guess I always return to the Romantic poets in the end. Wordsworth, Coleridge, Keats, Blake. Even Shelley and Byron, although they are definitely second tier.

"THE WORLD IS TOO MUCH WITH US; LATE AND SOON"

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

By William Wordsworth, 1806.

It may be cheap to quote Wordsworth, but this poem is definitely one of my favorites, one that springs to mind quite often. And it conveys the essence of my heart this morning.