VISTAS: An awareness of a range of time, events, or subjects. A broad Mental View.
February 1

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Little Mice mouse drawn by B. J. Carper from Tutorials at Designs by Midnight

I've never made a fortune, and it's probably too late now. But I don't worry about that much, I'm happy anyhow.

And as I go along life's way,
I'm reaping better than I sowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

Haven't got a lot of riches,
and sometimes the going's tough.
But I've got loving ones all around me,
and that makes me rich enough.

I thank God for his blessings,
and the mercies He's bestowed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

I remember times when things went wrong,
My faith wore somewhat thin.
But all at once the dark clouds broke,
and the sun peeped through again.

So Lord, help me not to gripe,
about the tough rows I have hoed.
I'm drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.

If God gives me strength and courage,
When the way grows steep and rough.
I'll not ask for other blessings,
I'm already blessed enough.

And may I never be too busy,
to help others bear their loads.
Then I'll keep drinking from my saucer,
'Cause my cup has overflowed.


Sometimes all the days just seem the same, they are just hours passed blending with all those have passed and nothing happens to recall them years from now as significant. Today was one of those days.


The man who views the world at fifty the same as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.
- Muhammad Ali -


today in the mist of haze left from a short sleep, and sweet dreams I thought of you and the way things once were, and for some reason realizing how much time has passed and how many years the knowledge of your existence has been within my mind


a sort of stunned silence prevails, a sadness caused by the days events. The Space Shuttle being lost and the life of the seven aboard.


Kind of a wasted Friday
Spent working and sleeping
tired for some reason but not sure why.


preparations of the move
to many mixed emotions


He acted as though he cared
He held me in the pain
and I could feel his heart break as did mine


Dancing out of step
moving through the days
one upon another
nothing changes just the number
lost and drifting
missing what was granted


Life passes by so quickly
we find that tomorrow is already yesterday
thoughts and dreams are lost
washed away like the soil on a hill
and all we are left with are
the memories and the regrets


The computer is a moron.
- Peter Drucker -