Tuesday, April 10, 2007

cold, cold spring

Why is it that if you think about something---sometimes you fate it to happen? Just last week, I had the thought that I had not had a cold all winter long. I was actually feeling quite smug about it! Then-last friday, it started-the sore throat! I plied myself with many a cup of hot apple cinnamon tea to ward off its spell. All weekend long, I nursed that dog gone sore throat. I thought I really had it licked. Yesterday I went to work and still supplemented my diet with nice hot cups of herbal tea. It persevered. Last night, I stayed snuggled up under a blanket as hubby and I watched a movie--still sipping those hot cups of goodness. I took my share of aspirin, slathered on Vick's vaporub and dragged my hiney into bed. I awoke this morning even worse---the sore throat is so painful I can barely swallow. Also my ears are full and hurting and my old nose is running and running. I resigned myself to a day without combing my hair, laying around in my old ratty pajamas---reaching for more aspirin, smearing Vicks all over, and drinking hot Peach Passion tea. Oh--the steam is a comfort, but I can not smell its lovely fragrance. I hope this cold gets out of my system soon.
Outside, it is overcast and raining. Spring is not here yet. It arrived in March with 80 degree weather and lovely little tulips and hyacinths. Everything was turning green and leafing out. I was getting excited about all the plants at the market I was going to buy...but then old Man Winter rolled back over and gave us another blast--and the flowers froze, the petals fell. They even said we might get snow this weekend--one model said perhaps 8 inches--ugh! So, the weather fits my mood--or should I say that my mood fits the weather.
I just looked out the kitchen window near my patio as I was waiting for the kettle to boil. A sweet little mourning dove is resting in the brown grass---raindrops hitting her on the top of her head--and she winked at me. Then she waddled over beneath my feeder to get a little bite. The promise of spring will be fulfilled and she is waiting--just as I. Patience is a virtue and I am not alone in my wait for better days ahead. I find comfort in that. God bless that sweet little bird. She soon will be singing...and I will be awaiting her call.

Monday, January 15, 2007

A Day To Myself

Today was Martin Luther King Day and I had the day off, which I really needed. I putzed around the house with my can of furniture polish and windex. Then I did a bit of laundry. But most importantly, I was alone with just the kitties.

I am losing my job as of the first of May and I am really trying to get myself together about all of that. There is a chance that I may be able to apply for a position that would be similar, but that may not open up until later this summer. Perhaps if they really want me, they could keep me on until then, but I am not going to put my faith into that. I have applied for two positions already at my workplace, but I have heard nothing about the first and only received an email regarding the second that they received my resume. It is difficult to try to begin again after all of these years. But I will consider this as a challenge and do my part. The job hunt will begin in earnest the first of March. Until then, I am going to write and get copies of my transcripts and search the online environment for employment resources.

My uncle also called me tonight and told me that he wants us to plan a birthday party for my mother who will be 80 next month. Her brother and some of her sisters are planning to come into town in March, so he wanted to give me fair warning. I do think this is do-able. Tomorrow I will find out if I can rent out space at the Retirement Home she lives in. If not, then my uncle said he can request the club house at his apartment complex. It would really be a wonderful thing to get her family and friends together. I must start making lists of people and food.

Today while I was home, I caught my neighbor lady cleaning off my sidewalk and my driveway with her little snowblower. Her little boy was assisting her with his toy shovel. It warmed my heart to know that I have such kind neighbors. I have been truly blessed.

Monday, January 1, 2007

Happy, Happy New Year!

Wow-I can't believe it is already 2007! Where has time gone? Better question-Where has my life gone? LOL. I decided to start a blog so I could take time to smell the roses (or the coffee), to reflect and to learn about myself and others. OK---big breath here. And it begins. :)