Strong Head Winds

 A bright and beautiful late spring afternoon turns blustery as the sun begins its journey west. 
Leaves swirl, dust flies into my eyes, hair and hat blow asunder.
A chill permeates the warmth of the sun. 
I lower my head and press on.
Grading, cleaning, organizing, food shopping, bank, gas, veterinarian, check.
Head down, stick with it.
Write my responses, clean my mud tools for tomorrow, answer emails, straighten.
Listen to my husband recount his day, offer support. 
Head down; stick with it.
Child home with broken phone = broken life.  Get it swapped with an old one, merge contacts, change passwords, jump through a million hoops. 
Head down; stick with it.

It's mid-March and the head winds are strong...



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  1. AnonymousMarch 16, 2019 at 2:11 PM

    We are having beautiful weather in the Pacific Northwest this weekend. We are entering the last week of school before Spring break and your words ring true: Head down; stick with it.

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    1. KathrynMarch 16, 2019 at 2:14 PM

      Thanks for you comments every day. You always seem to "get it" and I appreciate your support. It's amazing how much the little bit of feedback helps a first time slicer. Thanks again and enjoy the weather!

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  2. drferreriblogspot.comMarch 16, 2019 at 4:25 PM

    Your post is a lovely depiction of Saturdays, everywhere, for most everyone. The "heads down" repeat is so powerful and so what I SHOULD be doing now as the vacuum awaits me....as well as the laundry....

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  3. UnknownMarch 17, 2019 at 6:35 PM

    I like your mantra of "Head down; stick with it." Hang in there, spring break is just around the corner.

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  4. Club sponsorMarch 19, 2019 at 12:17 PM

    I so love the "head down; stick with it" line. Great use of repetition and lists as I can really feel all that is on your plate!

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