Looking Glass

 The job hunt continues. I received two rejection emails recently. One responded to my question on why I did not further advance in the application process, and the other could not comment. Reason for not being processed, "minimum Bachelor's Degree required." That is okay and I appreciated the gentleman responding to my inquisitive email. I am not surprised, as I knew lack of a degree would hinder me. I have had tons of people tell me to apply for those positions, despite my non higher education. So I am. I am only three weeks into unemployment, and I am not panicked, yet. My 3.5 weeks of vacation pay was sent to me. I rolled my pension plan into another IRA/investment type plan, but can access money as needed without penalties. I will just be deducted the income tax amounts which is fine.  My children are well. Heck, my middle child, my daughter, turned 27 today. We had a wonderful conversation when I called her to wish her a happy day. I am happy that she is actually t...

This is in honor of my friend, kden. Here is one I have not posted to facebook. I have many male friends, too, that I didn't want to offend. But someday...I will figure out a way to post in jest.

  It is one of those nights. The kind of night where you see the deep darkness outside, shrouding the sky and the land. It is like a villain, sweeping his garment across his face in a strong, threatening manner. It is one of those nights where your mind grapples with sleep, though relaxation is hiding, just behind a curtain of nervous energy.   This alertness is pending, despite a productive day and evening. It is pending, even after an enjoyable lunch with a newer friend. She was all the fascinating, witty and practical company I expected. I will remember her long after she relocates to Arizona, later this year. Her characteristics intrigue me. She is a realtor, an author, a cancer survivor, a divorcee', a mother and an authority on many other topics. I have an interest in real estate. I love to write, which includes a secret aspiration to step into that world. I have known a lot of people w...

Discovery of an unpublished "Draft" from 5/31/2012:  This last six weeks has sped past. I turned in my resignation on April 17th, ending my employment on May 30th. Six weeks notice with plenty of time for the agency to replace me and hopefully, have time to train the replacement. No such luck. Out of 5 applicants, they hired our former caregiver/supervisor/trainer. She will do well and when she gets her feet wet with the office waters, again, she will do fine. Her name is Jean, and I adore her. I trained her in 2006 as a supervisor in my office. In 2009, she laddered to an agency trainer for our caregivers.  On my last day, yesterday, I was turning the reins over to the floating supervisor, who I also have helped train.She is the fourth supervisor I have had under my wing. Yes, that will go on my resume. My decision finally came around the 13th of April. Again, as usual, I was scrounging the remaining money from my checking account to fill my tank for the last two days befo...

  The month of February swept past, as though I was skating on a frozen lake, slippery with new ice. My surroundings changed, as if I had awoke one morning, and overnight, fall harshly turned to winter. It is the feeling of looking out your window one morning, and there is ice, snow, gray skies and stillness that befell the landscape, which hadn't been there the previous night. You are not surprised, as you knew autumn would turn to winter. Yet, there is that moment of catching your breath when you first see the drastic change in this view. The whiteness of the snow on the yard, in the trees, on the roofs and fences. How odd, really, loosing my mother, but not being totally surprised by her passing. I did catch my breath on several occasions during my journey home, to be with her, in the early morning of her passing.   She just didn't...take another breath.   I have an unusual acceptance of it, actually. It was...

 February blew through my life like a wind blows through a demesne, leaving some debris, some clean up, some changes. These winds also leave a landscape in need of remembrance, review and revitalization. This is the feeling that sits internally, while I think of my mother's passing, think of my 5 days in Hawaii after her passing, and coming back to work after 2.5 weeks were swept away to my past. I only worked for 9 days this month, and I do not recall ever working that little.  The passing of my mother has left debris of her estate in need of order, of which I am Executor, and of course, the change of not having a mother at all, and the fact that my children have lost their last grandparent, is a change in our life, that must be acknowledged.  I do not feel the full impact of this yet. I have learned from personal observation and professional wisdom, that the details of such a passing, occupies one's mind and physical abilities for a month or two. I ...