This is our new dog, she is a Shih Tzu. My husband Steve picked her up Thursday night while I was working. We our having a hard time coming up with a name for her.
What is the silliest thing you have heard people say about you? I’m sure there are lots of silly things people have said to me. A time that comes to mind was when some friends and I played a game called “Sad and Solemn Occasion” in high-school. I can’t remember how the whole game went, but, you had to be truthful to your opponent. My opponent told me, she thought, I should be a bushman with my head of hair!
Which of your personality traits have been most useful? I would say my gift of discernment. My boss and I have a decent relationship. She tries not to wear her feelings on her sleeve. I will ask her how her day is, I can tell though, if she’s lying, about feeling fine. I will ask her again, what is really going on. She sometimes gets upset because she doesn’t understand how I can tell something is bothering her.
Another time, I let my son go down the street from where we lived, to play. I told the other child’s family, I would come back in an hour to pick him up. I started doing my dishes and a picture of my boys face kept going through my mind, I called their number twice and no answer, I hung up the phone and could barely breath. I took off out the door, got in my car, and drove down their house.
Low and behold I was right on the money.
Are you an early bird or a night owl? I have worked the evening shift for years. When I come home at night, I like to watch a movie on Prime or read all your blogs, while the rest of the house is sleeping. I hit the hay around 1:30 or 2am.
a friend of mine asked me “Shelley are YOU going to the class reunion?”I had went the last few years mind you, and none of my friends, whom I went to school with, and still hang out with now, attended the reunion. There wasn’t a lot of people who showed up at the reunions in the past.
I said: no I think I will pass this year.
“Shelley you should go”
Why, no one went last year?
“Shelley this is the year people start dying, and Shit”
The other morning, when dropping him off at school. He makes his way to the middle, where he is sitting next to me. I’m thinking he’s going to give me a goodbye KISS…
“Mom, when you were a kid did they have televisions in the olden days”
Um Gabe, yes, it was not that long ago. Get out of my car!
Her daughter, told us she would take our picture together. We give her the camera, scoot in close, and smile. She just stands there giving us a-deer-in-the-headlights, look.
Her Mom says: “what are you waiting for?”
“You guys need to do duck lips or do something in the photo?”
We purse our lips, she shakes her head, we give each other bunny ears, she shakes her head, we stick our tongues out, She shakes her head, we grab one another laughing uncontrollably, and she hands the camera back to her Mom, and says: “never mind!”
Coffee with a neighbor
SHE got on the subject of talking about Sex. I joined in on the conversation, and was agreeing with her about certain techniques, and she says: “Oh, so you and your husband still do it?”
Yea, we do
“that so Awesome”
Umm we have only been together nine years were freaking newly weds for crying-out-loud
Last Night At Work
I made a wise-crack to the cook. I’m sorry I cannot remember what I said (It’s a part of my old age.) He told me what you said you reminded me of “Steve Marten on Saturday Night Live he always used to say that same phrase.”
“Do you remember?”
No, what year are you talking about?
“In the seventies”
No, I wasn’t born until 1977!
“Oh really, how old are you”
“Really, when did you turn forty?
Monday, I turned forty, three days ago!
I’m working overtime today. Which is nothing new. I was in a funk when I first clocked in.
First, because today is my day off.
2.) This is my eighth straight day in a row.
3.) Once again, I was offered day shift. After sixteen years of working evenings, I had to decline. The way my husband, and I have our schedules work with raising Gabe. My husband works mornings, and I work evenings.
Working evenings, here at the home never ceases to amaze me. I’m always reminded, why I chose this shift.
My schedule was not my only reason.
1.) I wrote of LAUGHTER in my post: She didn’t leave me hanging
2.) I wrote of FAITH in my post: Nosy
3.) I wrote of LOVE inside both of those post.
Back-paddle to earlier: I’m in a funk making my rounds around the building. One big circle. Karl is in his doorway
Ms. Lady Ms. lady
Could you come over here and help me write a letter?
Sure I can.
Karl, has developed Dementia these last few years. I’m sure most of his memories are real. I’m just not sure of the timeline. As in, I’m not sure if these people are still living. I will do my best to find out, and I will mail the letter.
In the meantime I want to share with you good people.
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Baldwin
When I first came to Fairfield many years ago. I heard the voices of you and your wife. Her name is Jen. I heard her voice first. I hope you two are enjoying your retirement? My name is Karl Graff. I would like to tell you about the circus we went to a long time ago. I’m trying to find somebody who knows how I can get the Guidepost on cassette. I forgot the gentlemen who took your place? I always enjoyed your voices on the radio they sounded so good!
Your friend, Karl Graff
I read an article on the Daily Post, encouraging us to post from our phones or tablets. (Which is well worth the read). I’m at work this evening. My showers are done, my medicines are passed, and one resident is walking the halls, and another resident is in the snack room. I have a bit of time on my hands.
Here is a tiny story.
If you follow me, you know I work in a Supportive Living Facility as a Nursing assistant. I work with the Blind, and talk about my residents on occasion. If you’re new to my blog, and have a minute, read here to close in on the buzz.
Friday, our nursing supervisor talked to Emmett about how she needed to cut back on the amount of soda she’s been drinking. She told her to only drink soda on the holidays.
Emmet, agreed and went back to her room.
A few hours later she came out of her room, passed the nurses office, and into the snack room where the soda machine sits.
She puts her first quarter into the machine, and says:
This is for Veterans Day, second quarter, this is for Thanksgiving, and her third quarter this ones for Christmas!
Open the shutters
Halloween decor all over
Dust as thick as thieves
Cobwebs swaying to and fro
Time to gut all these pumpkins
This is my first attempt with Tanka, I participated in a challenge offered by: Ramblings Of A Writer
week 16 – Decorations & pumpkins
Thank you, for this challenge, I enjoyed myself!
I’m hoping I did all of this right?
I have a small count, of the amount of books, I have read in my life. I wish someone like Bernie Freeman would’ve introduced me, to a love of books, in my childhood. I can’t help to raise my eyes into the rearview, touch the road behind me, wishing for a portal, to change my “who has time for reading attitude”.
A lot of my high-school years were spent looking through windows of others trying to seal up their cracks, even if there was nothing to seal. I stood there creating a persona of support knowing support would create friendships.
School was not easy for me educationally, socially, or physically. The friends I did have, and still have today, I worked hard for. I wonder if I was able to go back, and change the person I was then. To whom I’m now, in this second. If I would end-up with the same results. I think I would, but I would have saved some energy for the reading, writing, and other educational subjects.
Five years ago, I took a basic English class. The teacher had us first free-writing: she told us to set the timer, and for fifteen minutes write whatever came to our minds. She said: “Don’t worry about any grammar, just write”. We did this for a few weeks in and out of the classroom. She would also have us reading “Dead End in Norvelt” Which I instantly drew interest in the American author: Jack Gantos. She would have questions for us after every chapter and then ask us to describe in detail how we felt about the chapter. She also brought in a jean jacket, of hers. The jacket had been personalized. She wanted us to pick one material item, meaningful to us, and describe in detail what the material looked like on the outside, but also what the piece meant to us on the inside. She had us write our first draft in the beginning of the class, the second in the middle, then the third, fourth and fifth. Then at the end of our last class she showed us how far our writing had come from the beginning.
The final came around, and of course the topic the teacher had for the essay, took me all of the two hours. I poured my heart out writing about an old colleague of mine. After she told me “times up’. She met me at the door, and took my paper. I was embarrassed, because I cry when I write. I was hoping to bow my head, put the essay on her desk, and get the hell out of dodge!
“Shelley I know you’re going to school for nursing, but I think you should continue an education in writing. A lot of people have a hard time tuning into the characters of books they read, and you seem to do this well. I have enjoyed reading your work and hope to see you when time allows. Keep practicing”
I then found this platform and met others who encouraged me, as well.
A little over a year ago I started reading a blog about a mother, who writes to her daughter. She writes beautiful content, about life and the lessons she has learned. She led me to self discovery when she wrote about an old flame here. And how she ended the relationship without any explanation.
“I stopped talking to him altogether. And it was the cruelest and kindest thing I could think of”.
When commenting on her post about this particular line. I explained to her how she showed to me his side of the story instead of my own. Then she wrote a post on poetry where she removed another road block. One, I had put up myself. I used to think certain poetry was above me, and I wasn’t smart enough to read and understand certain poets and the poems they wrote.
“Poetry, though, is like a window on train: You see through it what you want to see, while simultaneously, the glass reflects you back. What I mean by “you own it,” is that your interpretation is equally valid to the poem’s meaning as that of the Poet’s. Too many people read poetry as if they’re trying to get to the right answer”.
“You assume I chose the most painful path, That my actions hurt you the most, but you’ll never know the sacrifices I made to spare you much grater heartache, sometimes that is the best love can do”.
Through these writers I was able find the peace from the past of my first love.
A while back Alyssa, you wrote a letter explaining where you’re with God. I try not to preach, although in person, you may tag me as such. I do not spit out verses because, I have never read the bible. I have gone to church and feel I have given my life to God. A while back I fell off the wagon of attending church.
I tried befriending a family from the church I was attending. They shot me down, snubbed me, and on my third attempt I could have sworn, I received an eye roll. I thought to myself. This place is full of shit! However, I continue to pray and thank God for my family. I don’t have answers on why bad things happen or why he lets them happen. I do know, as you have shown me, in many post, like the examples I gave above. There is another side of the story.
When you wrote Leaning-into-the-lyre-on-the-occasion-that-you-need-hope, again with all your links you helped me understand depression, which my mother (step-mom) has suffered half my life. On this particular blog post you posted another link to a blogger who takes you “down the rabbit hole” of Sexual abuse. She compares her life to Virgina Woolf another writer I have heard of, but knew nothing about. When reading Woolf’s suicide letter. I instantly heard my moms voice. She never committed suicide, but there were many times she wanted too. I was sorry for thinking one could come out of such hell so easily. I thank my mom, Lin from those depths, for loving my father all these years the way she has. I know you have made my father a happy man.
I’m no longer standing outside people’s windows to try to seal up cracks. I’m sitting here looking out my own window. Reading, writing, and getting educated. So, maybe one day, instead of trying to support the world. I can support myself and in turn. Be the person, I have always been.
I have been down in the dumps. Instead of posting “what’s on my mind” on social media I would rather post here in front of most who don’t know me. I’m searching for words or a post of encouragement. To flip my flat as a pancake spirit over. Feel free to leave an uplifting comment, link to post, joke, or words of wisdom. I’m looking for anything to lighten my mood.
I was nominated by Dru, to post three quotes for three days. This was a challenge. I thank you for thinking of me!
Feel free to take part in this challenge if you wish!