In The Life Of Me.

A little while ago one of my daughters set me a challenge on Facebook to:

Day ? in the life of me. 
Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.
No explanations.
Challenge a friend everyday.
Today I challenge....

Now it could possibly be a sort of chain letter like what used to be sent out in years gone by.

A chain letter is a message that attempts to convince the recipient to make a number of copies and pass them on to a certain number of recipients. The "chain" is an exponentially growing pyramid (a tree graph) that cannot be sustained indefinitely.

Common methods used in chain letters include emotionally manipulative stories, get-rich-quick pyramid schemes, and the exploitation of superstition to threaten the recipient. Originally, chain letters were letters sent by mail; today, chain letters are often sent electronically via email, social network sites, and text messages.

But as it really is up to the person challenged, as to whether they take on the challenge and no-one is being threatened or hurt by participation or not, I thought I would give it a try. At least it gave me an excuse to share a bit of my life instead of just other topics of info.

And then I thought I would share it on here with the coloured pic and a bit of info ... just to show I wasn't tied to it and its demand!

so...

 Day 1 in the life of me. 

Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.

No explanations.

Bible reading in the morning.

Day 2 in the life of me. 

Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.

No explanations.

Work (Must have deleted the coloured one of above)

Day 3 in the life of me. 

Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.

No explanations.

 Unfortunately I must have deleted the colour one of these.

It's taken on the road back from a Lay Ministry training day in Otorohanga

Day 4 in the life of me. 

Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.

No explanations.

KFC Greeting table - Kid's Friendly Church, Sunday Mornings.

Day 5 in the life of me. 

Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.

No explanations.

Milly in my exact favourite spot - I always have to move her
and she gives me 'that look'!

Day 6 in the life of me. 

Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.
No explanations.

The view from my favourite spot (above)

Not the exact photo. I seemed to have saved the black and white ones but not the original.

Day 7 in the life of me. 

Seven days, seven photos, all Black and White of everyday life.
No explanations.

Baking, Jam and Walnut Muffins, Chocolate Caramel Square,
Lemon Loaf in the oven, Pumpkin Soup defrosting and
bread crusts to dry as the oven cools down for bread crumbs.

Once again not the exact photo. I seemed to have saved the black and white ones but not the original.

And after posting these I had realized that each day really is the same, but occasionally with something different like a course or visiting family or friends, errands and shopping to make them differ, but it is all good.

My Mum used to ask me each time she rung on a Saturday morning, how my week had been and I'd say "Just the same."

Now I could have given her details of everything I had done that week but sometimes she just didn't need to know.

She used to respond with something like "A bit boring then" and after awhile it got to me and made me ponder what my days and weeks were like.

It occurred to me that I was happy with how they were as I was open to anything happening over the week that would be different no matter how little and so I would respond to her comment, "No, not boring or I would do something about it." 

After a few weeks she wouldn't say that any more.

But I did like the way my weeks were pretty predictable and I could arrange things around that. It meant that there weren't unpleasant surprises and there was a sense of rhythm in my day to day life.

But now at 89, my mother sits in her lounge chair at their home day after day with not much happening apart from her daily care by others, and although that is fine and she doesn't seem to want to do anything else when I ask when I visit, I wonder if she comprehends a sense of boredom. 

I hope that if she does she will take up the offers of others to do something and if not she is content in just sitting and pondering.