Looking Glass

 To my blogger friends, though we all may not have met, for some reason, we have become interested in each other's blogs and sharing of information, whether fact or fiction. We have chosen to spend a bit of time reading these stories, and often, commenting on the posts in show of support or enjoyment. This is an interesting connection, I think. We have "befriended" each other in a non physical form. We are friends for the sheer intelligence or visual appeal that technology has offered through this platform. Interesting, really.  Facebook is another social media site that allows you to connect with strangers or friends, through another, technological format. This pile of pigeon poop starts with that format.  Last year when I was housesitting for my friend, overlooking that lovely body of water from a comfy deck on those sunny days, I posted some landscape pictures to my Facebook page. Many people commented, including a gent named, Mark. I did not know this Mark...

 Those droppings of shit that those little birds leave on your windowsills, your car or splats against the glass or on the sidewalks. Yep, that's what I am talking about. But, not the literal, physical shit. The pigeon poop that splatters your life and depletes the charm of it. Those annoying droppings of life that force you to watch where you walk, or change your stride & steps. Yep, that's what I'm talking about. Pigeon poop.  I spent a couple of days at my niece's home, to help with my sister and their remodel job of their garage, into her mini apartment. We actually had a nice visit and they have done a lovely job on the renovation. I was able to help my sister unpack some boxes of her trinkets and collectibles, and hang up pictures to cozy up the joint. It was nice.  On Tuesday at 8 am, a few hours before my departure, I get a text from my eldest son. I looked at it and it was he, standing in front of a mirror to snap the...

 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...