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Daisy Mae does this every time we start setting up for dinner.
She stays like this till we are done and the table is cleared.
My morning routine seldom varies. I get up, put on a pot of coffee, feed the cats while it is making, and then retrieve my morning paper. Then I sit with a cup of coffee and the paper for perhaps half an hour, while I slowly wake up. I prefer not to talk to anyone for that first half hour.
Six days a week, I read the newspaper from front to back, looking at every page except those in the sports and advertising sections. On Sundays, though, I deviate and begin with the comics. Then I read the magazine sections and then randomly browse the rest of the paper. After my first cup of coffee, I usually eat something and then head for the shower. Inside the shower, a transformation takes place; I truly wake up and leave the room filled with energy and ready for the day. .
There is no routine without this routine: my morning coffee.
View this image on my blog: www.youvegotflair.com/blog/week-4-routine-2019-project-52
Norio's routine now consists of waiting in my room until I sit down at which point he jumps on my lap to be pet until he's satisfied. He then repeats several times a day.
A photosequence for... a university project once again :P in which I depict the daily routine seen on feet...
Convincing a group of women who are in exercise gear to allow you to pull out a camera was an exercise in itself.
odc: routine
Saturday, March 18th, 2017
Evening Routine
This week's prompt is "Evening Routine" for the Instagram project #portraitsofme. Every school night for as long as Anna has been going to school, we have the same evening routine. At 7:00 p.m., I start herding Anna to the shower. She is getting more independent with getting undressed and washed, but I still have to help her remove her bra sometimes and I always have to help wash her hair. She just can't quite get the hair clean around her face on her own yet. After her shower, Anna dries off, puts on her nightgown, we check privates, then she puts on her pull-up. Finally Anna brushes her teeth and takes her pills. After she is completely done, she climbs in bed and I lay down with her. We usually watch funny videos for about 10 minutes then lights off and cuddles. She craves the cuddle time at the end of the day and I consider myself lucky that at age 16, she still allows me to cuddle her. I think she needs the physical contact in order to let go of her anxiety and relax. She is usually asleep by 7:45 p.m. It's part of her routine on every school night and she does it with my mom when she sleeps over there on weekend nights too. She can do her routine completely on her own but after a few days, her hair is oily and her girl parts need attention. She still needs her momma, yknow?
I love my sweet Anna-booski. She is my special girl. <3<3<3
No matter what anyone says, but routine is the foundation on which life is built.
Everything is made up of little things...
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We participate in the process of creating our lives, we make decisions every day that affect our future, and this is a huge power.
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It depends on us how we react to simple daily tasks – as a boring pastime or still as an important part.
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Let's find meaning together, for example, in cooking 👩🍳 food, let's look at it from a different angle.
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So, cooking is not only a way to get enough, but it's also taking care of yourself, your family, maybe for someone it's a hobby, an opportunity to create and immerse yourself in a kind
of meditation...
We can always make sense of routine actions and our attitude to them determines our path ♥️
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What do you think?
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A lone seagull flies Valla Beach, a daily chore. A layered pic. The bird being separate to the beach scene. taken with FZ35 Lumix.
Every now and then we walk but mostly we drive. I fancy walking outside in cold days. But not when it rains, and, sure enough, it's raining almost everyday. When we walk he takes my hand and he seldom talks to me. We say the numbers aloud, from one to twenty, both in Spanish and in German. At some point we cut our path short through a lovely park where dozens of ravens slowly move on the ground in little jumps, eating all sorts of insects. Despite we get quite close to them they don't seem to care. We spend a little time deciding which route to take, the upper one, closer to the sun and the clouds, or the lower one, when feeling less adventurous and when our most immediate concern is to kick the pine nuts lying on the ground. He chooses. We see the usual bunch of dogs with their corresponding owners, old people chatting and strolling at a slow pace. Dog-powered friendship. I remind him of the little dog, a she, which always moves the slowest, always following an undefined wake left behind by the rest of the group. She looks at us. We look at her. We cross the road and climb the steep-sloped path alongside the church overlooking Bayern Munich's training football lawns. Isolated blackbirds eventually hide, hurriedly, as we pass. We barely see them flying. They seem to spend the whole day on the ground, searching for food amidst the bushes which separate the walkways from the lawns, splitting the parks in multiple islands of green. Blackbirds move gracefully among the bushes, on the damp ground, over a sea of rotten leaves, brown and dark, in the company of the inevitable fragments of broken glass from bottles of beer smashed to pieces, used kleenex, empty cigarette boxes, plastic bags, cans, all sort of debris and junk. Plenty of hidden trash piling up in every hedge of every street, that is the disgusting environment where blackbirds let the days go by. We left the park turning first right and then left to enter the street at which end we see a dog's head apparently floating in the air. I say the head's cut. He says it's not. As we get closer we see the head's attached to a body. A fine dog's brass sculpture at the door of the Kindergarten. And then he rushes to the door and rings the bell that will let the door open, which I push with some effort. He gets in and, abruptly, I feel he's another boy. He's been replaced all of a sudden by his cautious self, his discreet self. We both take his winter clothes off. He changes his shoes. I greet his Tantes and I kiss him goodbye.
That was once part of our daily routine, back in April 2001.
This old cleaning routing is up on the wall next to the upstairs binding room at York Road Library.
Daily
1 - Waste boxes to empty into sacks.
2 - Full sack to go downstairs
3 - Bindery floor swept also kitchen / staff room.
4 - Guillitine stick downstairs if full.
5 - Kitchen waste bine emptied (bin outside)
Weekly
1 - Front & Back steps swept
2 - Balcony / Landing sweep floor wash/
3 - Bindery window sills, presses, machinery dusted.
4 - Ladies + Gents toilet - Kitchen cleaned, Floor washed.
Monthly
1 - Front - Back Steps washed.
2 - Light shades cleaned / washed.
From time to time, it's good to just let go and do something out of your comfort zone, shake off the routine of daily life and just enjoy the moment :)
Saturday, August 12th, 2017
Morning Routine
This week's prompt is "Morning Routine" for the Instagram project #portraitsofme. After a month off from blogging for this project, I am excited to be back! One very special part of my morning routine is taking a cup of fresh, hot, black coffee to my mom. I love that she lives a few steps away from us and that I can do this special thing for her most mornings. It's such a darling routine... the dogs hear the keys jangle as I take them off the key rack and they start prancing around my feet. As I pour a cup of coffee to take over, I have to hush the dogs because they go so excited to go to Nana's house. I quietly open our dining room slider and notice the breeze, the sunshine, and the morning sounds of the birds chirping. After unlocking her front door, I turn off her front porch light and creep into her room. Cricket and Kitty McGee are always arranged in some form or fashion around mom and they blink at me blearily as I set the cup down on my mom's little bedside table. Some mornings, she is still asleep and I try to leave quietly without waking her. Most mornings she is awake already and singing "Coffee Angel" as I enter her room. Sometimes we chat for a few minutes, sometimes I'm so foggy that I mumble a quick "good morning" then stumble back home for my own cup of coffee. It's a tradition that I love and adore and will always remember the rest of my life.
When the routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
but emotions won't grow
And we're changing our ways,
taking different roads
This photo is in response to the 2019-P52 Group Week 4 prompt of "Routine"
This is a little routine I have to treating myself for making it through another pay period at work. I get paid every other Friday and on Saturday I take a trip about 15 miles away to a wonderful Asian market just to treat myself to these yummies. The round ones are Char Sui Bow and the Clover leave shaped one is a hotdog bun, though I am pretty certain there is nothing traditional Chinese about them I don't care they are fantastic.
To all out there Feb 5 2019 Happy Chinese New Year
Preparing the engine for the day's work.
Cass, WV - May 2012
Check the detail in the light box or on black.