feeling crappy

I picked up a nasty cold virus somewhere. I'd be more than willing to give it back if I knew who gave it to me. Got home from work last night and went directly to bed. For me to miss a meal you know it has to be something serious. Time to trudge through the day, cold or no. No work, no pay and that just won't work for me.

Speed bumps

One of my friends has a son in law in the Navy. They have been stationed a short three hour drive away but will be going to Hawaii. I do feel her heart break. I remember when my Air Force Daughter moved from the Florida panhandle (a 7 hour drive) to Oklahoma. I was quite sad that I could no longer jump in the car and see her over a weekend but I felt blessed to have had her in Florida for six years after three years in Italy. Oklahoma, while not paradise was not Iraq or Afghanistan. Now she'll be in Idaho, even farther away but again not Iraq or Afghanistan. I am horribly envious of my friends whose children and grandchildren live around the corner but I have gone places I would have never gone had I not had family there. I look forward to her retirement back in Florida. I also believe one should not wish their life away so much as I do look forward to the time when we'll be closer together I hope I make the most of all the time before that also.

Would you stop to listen?

One of my girlfriends sent me an email about a street musician playing the violin and what the response was of the passers by. The end result was that very few paused to hear him play. It was a social experiment. The violin was one of the most expensive in the world being played by one of the best violinists in the world and he was playing a very famous very beautiful piece of music. Music people paid very well to hear in a symphony hall. So would you stop to listen? Not only would you stop to listen, would you stop to see...what if the man on the corner speaking wasn't some "lunatic" but Jesus, would any of us pause long enough to hear the words and know they were worth slowing our steps for? We are in a constant state of hurry when in truth we have no idea we are hurrying to or what we have hurried right by.

sore feet

My job is helping me with my exercise and weight loss program. I most of the day walking the halls, getting residents for activities and the rest walking from one end of Walmart Super Center to the other (and back) getting the ones that went shopping back to the van to go back home. I eat whatever the kitchen prepared for lunch then Special K for supper when I get home. So far it's working. Too bad my feet aren't appreciating all the walking. New sneakers helped but unfortunately not enough, maybe I can get a feet transplant (just kidding, surgery of any kind would not be my idea of fun).

back in the swing of things?

After being out of work for four months getting back into a work day routine has been a little interesting this week. I'm working different hours than I'm used to and spending more time on my feet and walking than my last job. I like it but adjusting to changes is always difficult. Invested in a new pair of Vans and ended up doing surgery on the tongues. They had like 3/4 thick foam in the tongue, man, I couldn't get my feet by it without practically taking the laces out. By the time I got them off last night the tops of my feet hurt. I made an incision about a half inch from the perimeter on the underside and extracted the foam. I should have just sliced it to half as thick and put it back but I had it kind of demolished before I thought of that. What the heck they're more comfortable now.

what now

I started a new job yesterday. I feel a little unbalanced with the change in routine. It's always a little unsettling learning a new job and all the new personalities involved. Four months is a long time to be searching for work, although I know a lot of people who have been looking a lot longer. I'm not sure how it's all going to work out with the change in "living standard" but it will, it always does.

Talent Show

I went to a talent show at the local high school last night since I know a few of the kids taking part. For the most part it was fabulous but I am turning into a cranky old lady and the lack of respect and common courtesy around me gets to me sometimes. I was brought up to never interrupt a performance. If it was necessary to get up before intermission you at least waited for the end of a song or break in the action. People were talking and walking in and out throughout the evening. The kids were acting and singing their hearts out and they deserved better. Then the MC's used flags as part of their "routine". They did a great job only one exception....the flags. I guess the way to treat a flag isn't taught in school anymore so it's probably understandable but never does the flag touch the ground or floor. It wouldn't bother me so much but I still remember taking the flag down at night and no matter how windy it was gathering it up so none of it fell out of my arms onto the ground. People are dying for the country that flag represents, show it and them some respect please.