I knew him only from the pages of Blogland.
For 4 years he faithfully followed my blog smattering my comment box with humor and encouragement.
His name was Bob. I referred to him as Bob-a-roo. Bob seemed too plain a name for such a warm, wonderful human being.
I received the news tonight I knew was coming yet it speared through me.
Bob lost his fight and slipped from this world.
I cannot imagine not seeing another post from him.
I cannot fathom not ever seeing his name pop into my comment box, never failing to bring me a smile even on my darkest of days.
He will be missed.
God. Will be missed? I miss him already.
I know life has to end at some point but I was not ready to lose Bob-a-roo.
My friend.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
Friday, May 27, 2011
Tiny Thank You
A few days ago, I let the dog out for his morning bathroom break. I followed behind him to guard against any rogue coyotes that might view him as a snack. We had seen a couple of coyotes slinking around in the daylight hours...quite alarming as we had, up until the sighting, allowed our little Bichon to roam the back yard, unguarded.
While waiting for the dog to do his business, I noticed the hummingbird feeder had gone dry. I unscrewed it from its tree tether and filled it with red hummingbird juice and reattached it to the tree.
A few hours later, armed with my hello kitty blanket, a soda and a People magazine, I snuggled into the chaise lounge on our terrace to soak in some afternoon sunshine.
The wind had a bite to it, hence the hello kitty cover, but the sunshine felt divine on my flu/cold/plague body.
Deeply immersed in my People magazine (it was the photo shoot of the royal wedding *girl squee!*) I became aware of an odd little squeaking noise. It sounded like a cassette tape being quickly rewound (for those of us old enough to remember what those where...).
I peered over my magazine to find a tiny hummingbird fluttering in front of me chirping away!
I stared at it for a moment in amazement. It was so close I could have reached out and touched it.
"chitter chitter chitter" it said. Its wings fluttering like a fan blade set at high speed.
"Your welcome" I said. And the hummingbird zoomed off.
I sat for a moment while my brain tried to catch up with the moment. I had the odd feeling of being in a waking dream.
Did that just happen? My brain asked.
That was so freaking awesome! The forever child who lives inside me answered and pumped her fist in glee.
While waiting for the dog to do his business, I noticed the hummingbird feeder had gone dry. I unscrewed it from its tree tether and filled it with red hummingbird juice and reattached it to the tree.
A few hours later, armed with my hello kitty blanket, a soda and a People magazine, I snuggled into the chaise lounge on our terrace to soak in some afternoon sunshine.
The wind had a bite to it, hence the hello kitty cover, but the sunshine felt divine on my flu/cold/plague body.
Deeply immersed in my People magazine (it was the photo shoot of the royal wedding *girl squee!*) I became aware of an odd little squeaking noise. It sounded like a cassette tape being quickly rewound (for those of us old enough to remember what those where...).
I peered over my magazine to find a tiny hummingbird fluttering in front of me chirping away!
I stared at it for a moment in amazement. It was so close I could have reached out and touched it.
"chitter chitter chitter" it said. Its wings fluttering like a fan blade set at high speed.
"Your welcome" I said. And the hummingbird zoomed off.
I sat for a moment while my brain tried to catch up with the moment. I had the odd feeling of being in a waking dream.
Did that just happen? My brain asked.
That was so freaking awesome! The forever child who lives inside me answered and pumped her fist in glee.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Reflections from my Sick Bed.
I have been ill this past week. After 2 visits to the doctor the diagnosis is "a bad virus". Prescription? Gatorade.
Seriously?
Yup.
And it worked like a miracle drug.
I feel myself beginning to crawl out of the pit of sickness back into normalcy.
I am still coughing like my body is trying to turn itself inside out.
I'm still terribly weak and cannot quite fathom how I am going to survive an entire day at work tomorrow...
But, I am on the path to wellness.
You know the strange thing about being ill? Everything around you becomes skewed.
The little things take on more meaning. The things you thought were so important, you find were just burdens you put upon yourself and really didn't need to carry.
I think this revelation comes when you are forced to stop moving. Forced to lay still for hours at a time with nothing left to do but reflect.
I know as soon as I am fully well again I will be embracing life full speed again and these fleeting insights will get shoved back into a memory drawer.
But today, today I am too weak to move faster than a snail on a bed of gravel.
Today I shall document my reflections for my busy self to read when I am well again.
Dear Busy "healthy" Self:
Sunshine is divine.
The feel of it soaking into my skin feels better than the sip of an iced mocha I spend trudging through lines of people and traffic to acquire.
Time is relevant.
Rushing full tilt to try and ring every precious minute of a day makes the day seem shorter and less pleasurable.
Spending an hour laying still, drinking in a story a clever author has spun seems to suspend time.
Why is that?
These are the revelations I have come to today.
I shall try to remember this when I am well and chasing life by its tail.
But for now, I must crawl back into my sofa nest and reflect while my body twists and heaves to remove this dreaded virus from its pores.
Seriously?
Yup.
And it worked like a miracle drug.
I feel myself beginning to crawl out of the pit of sickness back into normalcy.
I am still coughing like my body is trying to turn itself inside out.
I'm still terribly weak and cannot quite fathom how I am going to survive an entire day at work tomorrow...
But, I am on the path to wellness.
You know the strange thing about being ill? Everything around you becomes skewed.
The little things take on more meaning. The things you thought were so important, you find were just burdens you put upon yourself and really didn't need to carry.
I think this revelation comes when you are forced to stop moving. Forced to lay still for hours at a time with nothing left to do but reflect.
I know as soon as I am fully well again I will be embracing life full speed again and these fleeting insights will get shoved back into a memory drawer.
But today, today I am too weak to move faster than a snail on a bed of gravel.
Today I shall document my reflections for my busy self to read when I am well again.
Dear Busy "healthy" Self:
Sunshine is divine.
The feel of it soaking into my skin feels better than the sip of an iced mocha I spend trudging through lines of people and traffic to acquire.
Time is relevant.
Rushing full tilt to try and ring every precious minute of a day makes the day seem shorter and less pleasurable.
Spending an hour laying still, drinking in a story a clever author has spun seems to suspend time.
Why is that?
These are the revelations I have come to today.
I shall try to remember this when I am well and chasing life by its tail.
But for now, I must crawl back into my sofa nest and reflect while my body twists and heaves to remove this dreaded virus from its pores.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Peace...
She has gone to her friends house. For how long, I don't know. Perhaps for the duration of her visit? I hope...
She didn't say goodbye and LV said she was oddly distant when MW came home from school.
Considering it's been a year since she's last seen him, I have to shake my head at her.
Many MANY kudo's go to my beloved LV for enduring 2 days with her while I was at work. He is a clever man and eased my stress by totally "getting" her proliferation of lies she weaves like poisoned threads.
I did not for one moment feel I had to backtrack through conversations he had with her while I was out of defending ear shot. I know with all sincerity that LV knows me, understands me to my core being and not only loves me but likes who I am.
Do you know how precious that is? How dear?
The quiet peace of our home is restored and the balance of gentleness and goodness is settling around me filling in the cracks she left behind.
I love my life.
I love my little family.
I love the home we have built together.
I love...being able to breath again.
She didn't say goodbye and LV said she was oddly distant when MW came home from school.
Considering it's been a year since she's last seen him, I have to shake my head at her.
Many MANY kudo's go to my beloved LV for enduring 2 days with her while I was at work. He is a clever man and eased my stress by totally "getting" her proliferation of lies she weaves like poisoned threads.
I did not for one moment feel I had to backtrack through conversations he had with her while I was out of defending ear shot. I know with all sincerity that LV knows me, understands me to my core being and not only loves me but likes who I am.
Do you know how precious that is? How dear?
The quiet peace of our home is restored and the balance of gentleness and goodness is settling around me filling in the cracks she left behind.
I love my life.
I love my little family.
I love the home we have built together.
I love...being able to breath again.
Sunday, May 08, 2011
Jagged Thoughts
It is late but I don't want to go to bed.
If I go to bed it means today is officially over and I'll awake to the day I dread.
She is arriving tomorrow evening.
EWO.
She is 83 now. So old. So many years of life.
She plans this arrival on the day after Mothers Day.
I don't want to celebrate her being my Mother.
I don't want to hurt her...but how does one say, "I don't want to think of you as my mother?"
I spend every day of my life squashing memories of the time she wore that label and had me under her control.
I did not feel this anger. This sadness...this disgust until the day I held my son in my arms for the first time.
Every year that passes (in raising my son) opens my eyes to just how horrible of a "mother" she was.
I fight with my entire being to prevent my son from feeling pain. My soul lights up when he laughs and his eyes dance with happiness.
I kiss and hug him as often as he will let me.
I cannot understand how a Mother would feel or do anything less for her child.
But she is 83.
She is at the ending years of her life.
And I cannot make myself say the words to her I feel rolling around inside me like jagged pebbles.
I cannot hurt her.
As she has so often hurt me.
If I go to bed it means today is officially over and I'll awake to the day I dread.
She is arriving tomorrow evening.
EWO.
She is 83 now. So old. So many years of life.
She plans this arrival on the day after Mothers Day.
I don't want to celebrate her being my Mother.
I don't want to hurt her...but how does one say, "I don't want to think of you as my mother?"
I spend every day of my life squashing memories of the time she wore that label and had me under her control.
I did not feel this anger. This sadness...this disgust until the day I held my son in my arms for the first time.
Every year that passes (in raising my son) opens my eyes to just how horrible of a "mother" she was.
I fight with my entire being to prevent my son from feeling pain. My soul lights up when he laughs and his eyes dance with happiness.
I kiss and hug him as often as he will let me.
I cannot understand how a Mother would feel or do anything less for her child.
But she is 83.
She is at the ending years of her life.
And I cannot make myself say the words to her I feel rolling around inside me like jagged pebbles.
I cannot hurt her.
As she has so often hurt me.
Wednesday, April 06, 2011
Lives Within a Life
I do not believe in reincarnation...but I do believe we live many lives within this one fragile life we have been given.
In my 45 years on this earth, I have been many different people.
A baby known as "the non thriving one" who became the "foster one" who then became the "adopted one".
The adopted one who became the possession of an odd menagerie of other "adopted ones" mashed into one unit called "family".
Finally grown, I left the mashed adopted family unit and became the "American girl" who lived on a tiny island in Holland. I was the "foreigner who became Urkish."
Later, I moved to college in Minnesota and became "the college girl".
Then later, the "young married girl" who married her college friend.
I was "the nanny" of a beautiful baby girl who grew into an adorable little girl.
I was a "Minnesotan".
Fleeing the harsh winters of Minnesota I drove to the Northwest and became a "Washingtonian".
I searched, found, embraced and became "the found one" when I reconnected with my birth family.
I discovered, rejected and became the "divorced one" when I discovered the one I loved--was busy "loving" multiple others.
so many lives...too many to list...
now I am living a life I do not wish to lose.
I do not wish to change.
I am Mom. Lover. Friend. Daughter.
But life moves forward.
Endlessly forward...
Until it stops.
In my 45 years on this earth, I have been many different people.
A baby known as "the non thriving one" who became the "foster one" who then became the "adopted one".
The adopted one who became the possession of an odd menagerie of other "adopted ones" mashed into one unit called "family".
Finally grown, I left the mashed adopted family unit and became the "American girl" who lived on a tiny island in Holland. I was the "foreigner who became Urkish."
Later, I moved to college in Minnesota and became "the college girl".
Then later, the "young married girl" who married her college friend.
I was "the nanny" of a beautiful baby girl who grew into an adorable little girl.
I was a "Minnesotan".
Fleeing the harsh winters of Minnesota I drove to the Northwest and became a "Washingtonian".
I searched, found, embraced and became "the found one" when I reconnected with my birth family.
I discovered, rejected and became the "divorced one" when I discovered the one I loved--was busy "loving" multiple others.
so many lives...too many to list...
now I am living a life I do not wish to lose.
I do not wish to change.
I am Mom. Lover. Friend. Daughter.
But life moves forward.
Endlessly forward...
Until it stops.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
6 Minutes...
It seems I have blinked and another week slipped by.
How quickly the time flies. How fleeting the friableness of life.
I watched a video of the Tsunami in Japan. It was 6 minutes long.
In that 6 minutes buildings and homes were wrenched from their foundations and tossed about like toys.
6 minutes.
The time it takes you to run to the bathroom during a commercial break, fix yourself a snack and plop in front of your favorite show.
We toil, we gather, we create.
We laugh, we love, we yell, we debate.
We live quietly or with great passion.
And do all this now with the knowledge that in 6 minutes everything we have worked for. Everything we know can disappear.
We are no longer innocent. The tragedy in Japan has taught us, the observers, the frailty of life.
6 minutes.
How many of those have I wasted on:
Silly arguments
Complaining
Laziness
Wishing...
I think I am going to make a vow. That for 6 minutes each day I shall:
Devote myself to working on a project I have procrastinated on.
Sitting down and playing Mario's with my son.
Sitting down beside my man and listening to something he is fascinated by.
Kneeling on the floor and giving the dog a belly rub.
Picking up a toy and playing with the cat.
Pausing for a moment and calling a friend just...because.
6 minutes.
For those whom have lost all in that fragile bit of time.
How quickly the time flies. How fleeting the friableness of life.
I watched a video of the Tsunami in Japan. It was 6 minutes long.
In that 6 minutes buildings and homes were wrenched from their foundations and tossed about like toys.
6 minutes.
The time it takes you to run to the bathroom during a commercial break, fix yourself a snack and plop in front of your favorite show.
We toil, we gather, we create.
We laugh, we love, we yell, we debate.
We live quietly or with great passion.
And do all this now with the knowledge that in 6 minutes everything we have worked for. Everything we know can disappear.
We are no longer innocent. The tragedy in Japan has taught us, the observers, the frailty of life.
6 minutes.
How many of those have I wasted on:
Silly arguments
Complaining
Laziness
Wishing...
I think I am going to make a vow. That for 6 minutes each day I shall:
Devote myself to working on a project I have procrastinated on.
Sitting down and playing Mario's with my son.
Sitting down beside my man and listening to something he is fascinated by.
Kneeling on the floor and giving the dog a belly rub.
Picking up a toy and playing with the cat.
Pausing for a moment and calling a friend just...because.
6 minutes.
For those whom have lost all in that fragile bit of time.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Sunday
Darkness presses against the windows of the family room.
Frogs are croaking love songs from the terrace fountain.
The fire whispers a lullaby inside where I and the ones I love are finishing up our day.
It is the end of my weekend. I am packing my mental bags and getting them ready for the start of my work week.
One more item to do and then I shall close the book on this weekend and crawl inside my flannel sheets and close my eyes.
Spring forward. Time change today.
I feel a tingle of happiness that Spring is rounding the corner with Summer a few car lengths behind.
Winter is hanging on though. She blew around today stomping her feet and beating against the freshly budding trees.
She is moody...for she knows her time is short.
I share her moodiness. I am clinging to the last dredges of my weekend trying to wring the last few moments from it.
But it is time.
Sigh.
Time I am off to bed.
Frogs are croaking love songs from the terrace fountain.
The fire whispers a lullaby inside where I and the ones I love are finishing up our day.
It is the end of my weekend. I am packing my mental bags and getting them ready for the start of my work week.
One more item to do and then I shall close the book on this weekend and crawl inside my flannel sheets and close my eyes.
Spring forward. Time change today.
I feel a tingle of happiness that Spring is rounding the corner with Summer a few car lengths behind.
Winter is hanging on though. She blew around today stomping her feet and beating against the freshly budding trees.
She is moody...for she knows her time is short.
I share her moodiness. I am clinging to the last dredges of my weekend trying to wring the last few moments from it.
But it is time.
Sigh.
Time I am off to bed.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Saturday
It's raining.
The Columbia River is speckled with fishing boats filled with soggy hopeful people.
The coffee pot is chugging its final chug. The inviting smell of fresh perked coffee wafts from the kitchen and into the family room enticing me.
Two birds squabbling over something just smacked into the window with a alarming thud. They swooped away again in a dizzy drunk man wobble. I'm much relieved.
Both my men are sleeping. Gabby Abby sits beside me staring out the window and chattering at the birds.
The dog is snoozing on the sofa, nestled in the folds of my Hello Kitty blanket.
The day yawns before me. Things are still wondrously quiet and peaceful. The morning is still mine alone.
Soon the sounds of life, family and love will fill the walls and my day will officially begin.
But in this moment. It is as if my world is holding its breath. Time is suspended.
And I am floating on a soft cloud.
The Columbia River is speckled with fishing boats filled with soggy hopeful people.
The coffee pot is chugging its final chug. The inviting smell of fresh perked coffee wafts from the kitchen and into the family room enticing me.
Two birds squabbling over something just smacked into the window with a alarming thud. They swooped away again in a dizzy drunk man wobble. I'm much relieved.
Both my men are sleeping. Gabby Abby sits beside me staring out the window and chattering at the birds.
The dog is snoozing on the sofa, nestled in the folds of my Hello Kitty blanket.
The day yawns before me. Things are still wondrously quiet and peaceful. The morning is still mine alone.
Soon the sounds of life, family and love will fill the walls and my day will officially begin.
But in this moment. It is as if my world is holding its breath. Time is suspended.
And I am floating on a soft cloud.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Rain Rain Rain and more Rain...
I awoke to the sound of rain dancing against the windows of our home.
I scampered out of the house and made a run through the pounding rain to my truck.
I drove to the Park and Ride while it slashed at my windshield and swooshed against my tires.
I flicked open my umbrella and darted from my truck to the Bus.
I sat in the bus on the way to work while my sodden umbrella dripped against my pant leg.
I clambered out of the bus and splashed into a puddle on my Portland bus stop.
I slogged through the down pour hunkered under my umbrella to the train stop.
I rode the train while my umbrella left a trail of water trickling down the aisle of the train.
I splashed through the rain soaked sidewalk and into my building.
I walked with my umbrella covering my boss and I as we trudged to Starbucks for our morning coffee.
I spent the next 4 hours wiggling my toes in my soaked tennis shoes while I plinked data on spreadsheets on my computer and sipped my coffee.
I tugged on my coat, grabbed my gym bag and hid myself beneath my dripping umbrella as I headed out to the gym on my lunch hour.
I stood under the shelter of my crying umbrella while I awaited the train.
I dropped my iPhone and watched it bounce in a stream of water running along the sidewalk.
I left the shelter of my umbrella to rescue my phone and shook the rain from my hair while I sighed with relief that my phone was unbroken.
I slogged back from the gym to work through the sodden streets of Portland and sat in my cubicle wiggling my toes in my soaked tennis while making a note to wear boots tomorrow.
I exited my work and splashed through the streets to my bus stop.
I stood in a miserable line of umbrella sheltered humanity while we waited for our bus to take us home.
I sat in the bus reveling in the heater blowing on my water logged feet.
I wiped condensation and fog from the window and stared at the water splooshing and splashing on the ride home.
I pulled up and trudged to the front door of my home and stood shaking the day from my shoulders in the entry way.
Now I sit in warm socks while the fireplace is dancing with warm orange flames.
Lord V sits reading while the cat lays curled upon his lap like an orange blanket and the dog lays snoring on the sofa.
The rain slashes against the windows but I don't care.
I wiggle my warm toes against the carpet beneath my feet and I can't help but...
Smile.
I scampered out of the house and made a run through the pounding rain to my truck.
I drove to the Park and Ride while it slashed at my windshield and swooshed against my tires.
I flicked open my umbrella and darted from my truck to the Bus.
I sat in the bus on the way to work while my sodden umbrella dripped against my pant leg.
I clambered out of the bus and splashed into a puddle on my Portland bus stop.
I slogged through the down pour hunkered under my umbrella to the train stop.
I rode the train while my umbrella left a trail of water trickling down the aisle of the train.
I splashed through the rain soaked sidewalk and into my building.
I walked with my umbrella covering my boss and I as we trudged to Starbucks for our morning coffee.
I spent the next 4 hours wiggling my toes in my soaked tennis shoes while I plinked data on spreadsheets on my computer and sipped my coffee.
I tugged on my coat, grabbed my gym bag and hid myself beneath my dripping umbrella as I headed out to the gym on my lunch hour.
I stood under the shelter of my crying umbrella while I awaited the train.
I dropped my iPhone and watched it bounce in a stream of water running along the sidewalk.
I left the shelter of my umbrella to rescue my phone and shook the rain from my hair while I sighed with relief that my phone was unbroken.
I slogged back from the gym to work through the sodden streets of Portland and sat in my cubicle wiggling my toes in my soaked tennis while making a note to wear boots tomorrow.
I exited my work and splashed through the streets to my bus stop.
I stood in a miserable line of umbrella sheltered humanity while we waited for our bus to take us home.
I sat in the bus reveling in the heater blowing on my water logged feet.
I wiped condensation and fog from the window and stared at the water splooshing and splashing on the ride home.
I pulled up and trudged to the front door of my home and stood shaking the day from my shoulders in the entry way.
Now I sit in warm socks while the fireplace is dancing with warm orange flames.
Lord V sits reading while the cat lays curled upon his lap like an orange blanket and the dog lays snoring on the sofa.
The rain slashes against the windows but I don't care.
I wiggle my warm toes against the carpet beneath my feet and I can't help but...
Smile.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Golden Moments
It's Midnight.
The house creaks around me as it settles in for the night.
My little family is asleep.
The animals are softly snoring, dreaming of bacon, large balls of string and fields to romp in.
My eyes are tired but I find myself reluctant to let go of this peaceful private time and trudge onward to bed.
These are the golden moments of my life. When nothing pressing demands my attention. No stress is rumbling in the recesses of my belly.
A weekend of family and friend time lays ahead of me and I am gloriously content.
Much loved.
And blessedly happy.
The house creaks around me as it settles in for the night.
My little family is asleep.
The animals are softly snoring, dreaming of bacon, large balls of string and fields to romp in.
My eyes are tired but I find myself reluctant to let go of this peaceful private time and trudge onward to bed.
These are the golden moments of my life. When nothing pressing demands my attention. No stress is rumbling in the recesses of my belly.
A weekend of family and friend time lays ahead of me and I am gloriously content.
Much loved.
And blessedly happy.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Bah Humbug...
By the time I dropped MW at his Dad's and turned my truck towards home, the sun had hidden itself behind drizzle clouds.
The Winter winds picked up and my plans of tromping through the Japanese Gardens moved to my future "TO DO" list.
No problem. I had a back up plan in case it rained. Liam Neeson's movie UNKNOWN opened this weekend so Lord V and I headed out at 2:30 to go see it.
There were only 2 seats left (sigh) so we bagged that plan.
Undaunted we headed out to Borders books. I didn't buy a book though as LV gave me a Kindle for Valentines Day and I'm so in love with it I didn't want to buy a book that I couldn't read on my new device.
Next we stopped at Beacock Music store where I snagged a Guitar book and then home again.
I tried out my new book (not impressed) then went online and found some "how to play the Blues" videos on line and shazam! I'm so in love!
Yeah...so that is my new thing I am trying. The thing I pulled off my dream list and exposed to the light of day.
I bought an Acoustic guitar and am learning the Blues!
I. LOVE. It! I'm so glad I took it off my hidden list and made the big purchase.
Thanks for the encouragement, Peeps :)
Y'all are a grand bunch of Bloggy friends!
The Winter winds picked up and my plans of tromping through the Japanese Gardens moved to my future "TO DO" list.
No problem. I had a back up plan in case it rained. Liam Neeson's movie UNKNOWN opened this weekend so Lord V and I headed out at 2:30 to go see it.
There were only 2 seats left (sigh) so we bagged that plan.
Undaunted we headed out to Borders books. I didn't buy a book though as LV gave me a Kindle for Valentines Day and I'm so in love with it I didn't want to buy a book that I couldn't read on my new device.
Next we stopped at Beacock Music store where I snagged a Guitar book and then home again.
I tried out my new book (not impressed) then went online and found some "how to play the Blues" videos on line and shazam! I'm so in love!
Yeah...so that is my new thing I am trying. The thing I pulled off my dream list and exposed to the light of day.
I bought an Acoustic guitar and am learning the Blues!
I. LOVE. It! I'm so glad I took it off my hidden list and made the big purchase.
Thanks for the encouragement, Peeps :)
Y'all are a grand bunch of Bloggy friends!
Sun!
Another surprisingly SUNNY day here!
Lord V and I are going to head out to tromp through the Japanese Gardens in Portland today.
CHANDA field trip! :)
WOOP!!
Lord V and I are going to head out to tromp through the Japanese Gardens in Portland today.
CHANDA field trip! :)
WOOP!!
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
The List...
You know that list you hold in the secret place inside you?
The one you pull out and ponder from time to time.
You know, the one that starts with, "Someday I'll...?"
I pulled an item off my list today and exposed it to the light of day.
I think I'm going to erase it off my "Someday I'll..." list and move it to the
"Today I began..." one.
I'm not ready to share it yet. It's still my secret.
I think I shall keep it in classified status until I am sure it can endure sunlight exposure ;)
What made me pull it off my secret list?
This quote that someone had carved into the side of a building downtown Portland.
"Friend, it's time to turn the corner and find where you began. Begin again with all you lost but never forgot."
Wish me luck, Peeps.
I'm taking a brave step forward.
The one you pull out and ponder from time to time.
You know, the one that starts with, "Someday I'll...?"
I pulled an item off my list today and exposed it to the light of day.
I think I'm going to erase it off my "Someday I'll..." list and move it to the
"Today I began..." one.
I'm not ready to share it yet. It's still my secret.
I think I shall keep it in classified status until I am sure it can endure sunlight exposure ;)
What made me pull it off my secret list?
This quote that someone had carved into the side of a building downtown Portland.
"Friend, it's time to turn the corner and find where you began. Begin again with all you lost but never forgot."
Wish me luck, Peeps.
I'm taking a brave step forward.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
New Job
An official week has been completed at my new job and...
I LOVE it!
After a grueling 16 years I find myself smiling when I wake up in the morning and smiling when I'm stuck in the rush hour commute home.
I keep looking over my shoulder waiting for the "bad" thing to happen where I will lose my happiness but so far? So far, it just keeps getting better.
Good good times, Peeps. Good good times.
I LOVE it!
After a grueling 16 years I find myself smiling when I wake up in the morning and smiling when I'm stuck in the rush hour commute home.
I keep looking over my shoulder waiting for the "bad" thing to happen where I will lose my happiness but so far? So far, it just keeps getting better.
Good good times, Peeps. Good good times.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
Sunday, February 06, 2011
The Fog
The fog descended last night like a giant eraser, removing all color and replacing it with a white palette.
Beyond the border of our yard we could see nothing but white.
This morning it still lays thick around us but images are slowly appearing like an unfinished painting.
Beyond the border of our yard we could see nothing but white.
This morning it still lays thick around us but images are slowly appearing like an unfinished painting.
Saturday, February 05, 2011
The Culprit
I was stricken last night with a horrid tummy ailment. I assumed it was from the codeine medicine I took in the afternoon...but now I suspect the flu had been looming and the codeine spurred it into action.
This morning I awoke thinking I may yet survive and was tentatively cooking up some rice cereal to fill my fragile tummy.
The water had just begun to boil when a horrible retching sound came from a corner of the family room behind me...
Gabby Abby, our little red bulimic kitty had deposited her breakfast on the carpet.
My tummy clenched and rolled and I found myself once again a prisoner on the sofa for the day :(
She does look a wee bit guilty, doesn't she?
*sigh*
This morning I awoke thinking I may yet survive and was tentatively cooking up some rice cereal to fill my fragile tummy.
The water had just begun to boil when a horrible retching sound came from a corner of the family room behind me...
Gabby Abby, our little red bulimic kitty had deposited her breakfast on the carpet.
My tummy clenched and rolled and I found myself once again a prisoner on the sofa for the day :(
She does look a wee bit guilty, doesn't she?
*sigh*
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