Looking Glass

That is all the pigeon poop I have to share at this time. Consider yourself lucky. I have put that shovel away, until futher notice. Mark is still in ICU and is being monitered. He still has his wits about him, though he cannot talk much more than a whisper. He is alternated between breathing on his own accord for a couple of hours, to breathing with the bi-pap machine. He is hanging in there. My friend's hubby was transferred to a rehab facility for therapy purposes. He is doing pretty good. I had a job interview Wednesday morning. I felt confident with the process and I feel I would be a good fit with the agency. It is called the Area Agency on Aging, which was one of my partners during my career. I applied for the position;Receptionist/Administrative Assistant. That would suit me fine as I could handle running the front desk and being support for the 12 case managers. I would not have to deal with the details of client situations, or worry about caregivers' schedules. H...

 After my friend Mark had been in ICU for a few days, I happened to be on line chatting with my dear, friend, Jean. The gal who was hired in my position as supervisor, hence my resignation. I learned through our conversation, her husband had been admitted to the hospital, on the other side of town, from Mark. He was admitted for the EXACT, same condition: a perforated lung due to the bursting of an air bubble, from inside. Of course, Mark has emphyzema, and Jean's husband has weakened lungs, as well. His stay and recovery is one week ahead of Mark's. Interesting to see a 60 year old and a 70 year old with the same condition. Jean's husband, is the 70 year old and is doing well. Rehab placement is pending for him...within a day or two. (breathe relief, here.) Mark has had the respirator pulled out now, and close monitering of his breathing is occuring. It has been a couple of days since I visited. It is on my list of tasks to do. Updates are he is hanging in there and the...

 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...