Looking Glass

 I almost forgot. I was going to share a few random "to do's" from my list of life goals.  9. Travel to Paris, 20. Learn guitar. 32. Have multiple properties. 44. Creative writing class. 50. Take a cruise. 61. Be a paid blogger/x-tra income. 68. Ride in a private leer jet.

 Despite having another year under my belt I am not fifty five years old. That will be two years from now. Why did I title this blog referring to that age? You might ask? Or, you might not ask. It doesn't really matter because that title has a significance for me.  It is the title of an event, so to speak .  It is the title of many things that will hopefully tie myself together in preparation for the next fifty five years. Of course that is unreasonable, as that would put me at the age of 110 in the year 2069. That is well beyond my life expectancy .  Look how futuristic that number seemed from our childhood in the sixties. Look how I can write that number with a sense of reality and can loosely see it in the future. I am sure hitting these landmark years are the same ones all grandparents or aunts and uncles joke about; '' middle aged." I am there really, or have probably hit them 10 years ago. I thought being fifty wa...

It will look better with a push up bra and girdle and proper shoe wear. But this is the dress I found as my Mother of the Bride Dress. Per texting my daughter throughout the ordeal, it was her favorite as well. Hope it's not too matronly.

 I am five weeks into my new position as a Front Office Supervisor at a community health clinic. So far it seems to be going well. I am providing leadership which makes my director happy, am developing a relationship with my 11 staff members and seem to be liked. I am so appreciative of their support and help during this learning curve. They know their stuff and answer questions for me as needed. I received a compliment from my director during a conversation recently when I told him I was willing to take on more  tasks. I told him I felt as though I needed to alleviate some tasks from him, and he said, "You're doing great. I want to take this slow so you don't get overwhelmed, but I don't want you to get bored." I mentally thought, "he doesn't know how much I had on my plate in recent times." But, I will go with his flow. I must say, it is kind of weird being on a 90 day probation. I may assess things differently than this cooperate world who employ...

 I have had some fleeting thoughts this morning as I sit on my patio enjoying the view and sipping those first cups of coffee. They are moments and memories that have passed in time and softly blow through my mind, as the subtle breeze toys with the atmosphere now. They are those passing thoughts that have no significance, like the breeze that is neither warming or chilling the air, just passing through with no affect one way or another, simply an addition to the surroundings, like so many times before.  I thought of the fact that a caregiver paged at me at 9:13 AM to say she may not be able to work her eight hour day today. She was having day care issues and despite her son's father supposedly sharing in the custody and care for him, she doesn't trust him and has concerns for her son's well being. She was to return a call to me at 10:30 AM and let me know if her sister in law could babysit, and I even suggested a few hour deal as oppos...

 Thursday, 7/31/14 became another pivotal day and a tough one to have under my belt. I turned in my Letter of Resignation with dignity, confidence and a bit of sadness. It was an odd day, to say the least.  I approached Kim and Brian (the director and his administrator wife) while they were both in Brian's office. I had a copy of my resignation letter for them both. I handed each one of them their copy in an envelope. Kim, "What's this?" Brian in a joking tone, "A letter of resignation?" Kim laughed, "Yea, right." I shook my head and said in a quiet tone, "It is." Kim, "What?" They both tore into their envelopes at the same time and read the letter. When I could see them reading it for the second time, I sat in a nearby chair, unsure of what was coming next. The opening line of my letter was, "It is with a heavy heart that I give you this Letter of Resignation and notify you that my last day of employment with GTBHC...

  I sit on my patio after a long day of work and driving. The warm evening air cuddles me like a shawl while the subtlest of breezes bounds at me, enticing a cooling affect, but failing. The vegetation remains green and healthy despite the lack of rain in recent weeks. It proudly stands to the evening sky; the rhododendrons, tall wild grasses, the ivy growing at a hare's pace, all embracing the boundary of the lawn and adding a variety of greens in worship of the sun. The water is a clear reflection of the sky with  shore side trees and the bright blue sky mirroring it. The sunset is still hours away. A distant lawnmower is the only sound heard and this is a perfect time for reflection, not just for the water.  I think back on this last year and am still grateful for the job offering I had and clutched. I think of the many things I learned, the excitement of new supervisor responsibilities and the connections and respect...