Monday when I was younger was the beginning of the school week. Five days to be spent with classmates, learning and playing together under the supervision of our teacher(s).
Monday when I became an adult meant the beginning of the work week. Five days to be spent with co-workers creating, and chatting together under the supervision of or boss(es).
Monday now that I am in forced retirement means the beginning of another week. Five days to be spent looking for work. Passing time between resumes, reading, surfing the Internet, and chatting with old friends from the past, under the supervision of no one.
It was 32 degrees when I woke this morning. Imagine 32 degrees on the 20th of October. A real treat -- to me at least. The powers that be in this house (of which I am not one) turned on the heat. I immediately closed the vent and will open my window shortly. Why live in the northern clime and try to make the indoors sub-tropical? Makes no sense to me -- no sense at all. My theory is when the water in your glass begins to freeze over, set the thermostat to 55. I think I might have been an Eskimo in another life.
Thought for the day: “Whether the weather be fine, Whether the weather be not, Whether the weather be cold, Whether the weather be hot, We'll weather the weather, Whatever the whether, Whether we like it or not” -- anonymous
Monday, October 19, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Blue Sky this Morning - Lets Hope it is an Omen of Things to Come.
It is 43 degrees at 9:11 a.m. and the sky is blue. Perhaps it will stay as such the live long day.
Having just moved up here to northern Georgia, I am loving this cool weather.
You see I use to reside in south Florida where there were two seasons -- Early Summer and Late Summer.
The only annoying thing about my location is I share space with what sounds like a murder of crows. Caw! Caw! Caw! I have not seen a cornfield, but suspect there must be one in the vicinity.
All is silent at the moment . . . listen. The gentle murmur of trees swaying in the breeze. An acorn dropping to the ground with a thud.
In the distance, the sweet sounds of a songbird -- no sirens, no bass speakers, and no low flying jets.
What this day has in store for me -- I do not know -- just hope it is all sweetness and gentle Autumn breezes.
Thought for the day:
“Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.” -- William Cullen Bryant
Having just moved up here to northern Georgia, I am loving this cool weather.
You see I use to reside in south Florida where there were two seasons -- Early Summer and Late Summer.
The only annoying thing about my location is I share space with what sounds like a murder of crows. Caw! Caw! Caw! I have not seen a cornfield, but suspect there must be one in the vicinity.
All is silent at the moment . . . listen. The gentle murmur of trees swaying in the breeze. An acorn dropping to the ground with a thud.
In the distance, the sweet sounds of a songbird -- no sirens, no bass speakers, and no low flying jets.
What this day has in store for me -- I do not know -- just hope it is all sweetness and gentle Autumn breezes.
Thought for the day:
“Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile.” -- William Cullen Bryant
Friday, October 16, 2009
TGIF - has no meaning when you are unemployed
Spent the morning at the library, researching children's literature. I have three or four stories, that I would like to fine tune and send off to a publisher. Rejection at this point in my life would not come as a surprise and definitely could not add insult to injury.
We have a fairly nice library here in Canton. Do wish there had been a place to plug in my laptop (forgot to charge it up before going). They have a Genealogy Room (all Georgia related) -- perhaps I can find and tie in the branch that headed to Georgia instead of Kentucky. But that is another day and the laptop will be charged and ready to go when I start that one!
The cold I was suffering with seems to be letting up (knock on wood). Still sniffling a bit and the old throat tickles now and again -- pop in a lozenge and tickle gone like magic.
Thought for the day: A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea. Jules Renard
We have a fairly nice library here in Canton. Do wish there had been a place to plug in my laptop (forgot to charge it up before going). They have a Genealogy Room (all Georgia related) -- perhaps I can find and tie in the branch that headed to Georgia instead of Kentucky. But that is another day and the laptop will be charged and ready to go when I start that one!
The cold I was suffering with seems to be letting up (knock on wood). Still sniffling a bit and the old throat tickles now and again -- pop in a lozenge and tickle gone like magic.
Thought for the day: A cold in the head causes less suffering than an idea. Jules Renard
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Definitely Been a Long Time
Actually I totally forgot about this blog.
Since my last entry, my life has gone from mellow to a puddle of Jello - someone throw me a rope!
I am now a resident of Georgia, north of Atlanta, in the town of Canton. It is beautiful here. I just wish my mood reflected the scenery. I feel painted into a dark corner with no way out. I am out of work like the rest of America (perhaps I should move to India to find a job). In my line of work (bookkeeping/clerical) everyone now wants a candidate who is bi-lingual with at least an Associates Degree. It is amazing how I worked as a bookkeeper for over 20 years spoke one language -- English, and the only diploma I had was high school. Now I find myself a senior citizen with no retirement, no home, no job and at the mercy of my family to keep a roof over my head and food on the table. Getting up each day is such a joy.
Thought for the day:
It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it's a depression when you lose your own. - Harry S. Truman
Since my last entry, my life has gone from mellow to a puddle of Jello - someone throw me a rope!
I am now a resident of Georgia, north of Atlanta, in the town of Canton. It is beautiful here. I just wish my mood reflected the scenery. I feel painted into a dark corner with no way out. I am out of work like the rest of America (perhaps I should move to India to find a job). In my line of work (bookkeeping/clerical) everyone now wants a candidate who is bi-lingual with at least an Associates Degree. It is amazing how I worked as a bookkeeper for over 20 years spoke one language -- English, and the only diploma I had was high school. Now I find myself a senior citizen with no retirement, no home, no job and at the mercy of my family to keep a roof over my head and food on the table. Getting up each day is such a joy.
Thought for the day:
It's a recession when your neighbor loses his job; it's a depression when you lose your own. - Harry S. Truman
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Lets See Where This Takes Me . . .
Hmm. Have been in a mellow mood all day. My life seems on an even keel, but I am not sure what revelation came over me to cause such a feeling. Perhaps the little bit of exercise I have started doing, has awoke some inner part of me. Could be. Who knows. I like the feeling, hope it stays around for awhile, I could use some eveness in my future.
Watched the movie "27 Dresses" earlier, predictable, but cute, "feel good" romantic comedy. I'm a sucker for that type of film. Another "feel good" romantic comedy I watched recently was "Catch and Release," I didn't think the acting was all that great, but the storyline and the characters were and more than made up for the acting.
Learned a new word today, confabulate. I heard it used the other day and the context in which it was used led to believe that perhaps it was not really a word, just a mispronounciation out of ignorance. Today I got out the old dictionary and what do you know it is a real word.
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confabulate
verb
1.
unconsciously replace fact with fantasy in one's memory
2.
talk socially without exchanging too much information; "the men were sitting in the cafe and shooting the breeze"
Enough.
Thought for the day: To me the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make. Truman Capote
Watched the movie "27 Dresses" earlier, predictable, but cute, "feel good" romantic comedy. I'm a sucker for that type of film. Another "feel good" romantic comedy I watched recently was "Catch and Release," I didn't think the acting was all that great, but the storyline and the characters were and more than made up for the acting.
Learned a new word today, confabulate. I heard it used the other day and the context in which it was used led to believe that perhaps it was not really a word, just a mispronounciation out of ignorance. Today I got out the old dictionary and what do you know it is a real word.
WordNet - Cite This Source - Share This
confabulate
verb
1.
unconsciously replace fact with fantasy in one's memory
2.
talk socially without exchanging too much information; "the men were sitting in the cafe and shooting the breeze"
Enough.
Thought for the day: To me the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the music the words make. Truman Capote
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Hair Cut!
At long last a haircut! Well past two months overdue, today, I finally get a haircut!
One of the drawbacks of easy hair is short hair. One of the drawbacks of short hair hair is having to get it cut on a monthly basis. One of the drawbacks of getting your hair cut on a monthly basis is having the money to do so. One of the drawbacks of having the money to do so, is having a job. One of the drawbacks of having a job, is finding one. One of the drawbacks of finding one, is presenting yourself in the best possible light. One of the drawbacks of presenting yourself in the best possible light is having easy hair. Viscous circle I would say!
Thought for the day: "You're only as good as your last haircut." Fran Lebowitz
One of the drawbacks of easy hair is short hair. One of the drawbacks of short hair hair is having to get it cut on a monthly basis. One of the drawbacks of getting your hair cut on a monthly basis is having the money to do so. One of the drawbacks of having the money to do so, is having a job. One of the drawbacks of having a job, is finding one. One of the drawbacks of finding one, is presenting yourself in the best possible light. One of the drawbacks of presenting yourself in the best possible light is having easy hair. Viscous circle I would say!
Thought for the day: "You're only as good as your last haircut." Fran Lebowitz
Monday, September 15, 2008
Over At Last
Tired is not the word for how I feel today. I started a project on Wednesday last and little did I know how tiring a project it would become, both physically and mentally. My emotions have been at the very edge of my being for five days and I am so glad it is finally over. The memorabilia has been sorted, filed, mailed to people who would appreciate, scanned and logged into my "Family Tree" information, and discarded if not important. That wasn't enough I also rearranged the furniture in my room, as I did a thorough cleaning and dusting behind, under and above everything. My allergies run amok! My body aches!
I have about eight library books out at present, on various subjects, so I think I will spend the day, today, just perusing such books.
Thought for the day: An ordinary man can surround himself with two thousand books and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy. Augustine Birrell
I have about eight library books out at present, on various subjects, so I think I will spend the day, today, just perusing such books.
Thought for the day: An ordinary man can surround himself with two thousand books and thenceforward have at least one place in the world in which it is possible to be happy. Augustine Birrell
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