Monday, April 23, 2007

That day in April

It's a new week, not a better one necessarily, but so far not as bitter as last week. There's hope in that. Of course, it's only Monday. But I'm still shaking, thinking that this has become a pattern the news media seems to thrive on...the worst shooting in US history. Every ten minutes I heard that. Like a dare to the next lunatic. Stop it already! We heard you. We know.

As a mom I can't help but feel for those lost. As a human being, I can't help but feel lost. There's no where to hide. The world and all its crazies are out to get the rest of us. They're depressed. Who isn't? Why do they need to kill?

I think about my boy's future daily now. Will he have one, or will he come in contact with the other side of the world and the people who live there? The ones who want to die with as many as they can take with them. How can I protect him and also let him discover the earth around him?I feel there's no way to do both. I remember when I grew up we didn't think of that. We wondered about what our future held, not whether we would have one. I remember those days. But now I will never forget that day in April.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

It's time

That was a long cup of coffee. Somehow it just doesn't taste the same anymore.

Of course, nothing does these days. I'm retired. At least from my old career. This last layoff, brought about by a maniacal miscreant, buried my livelyhood, as well as my retirement prospects, my family's security...and, of course, our means of living. But am I bitter? Damn right I am.

Still I have to look forward. To something else. I know it's not writing. After all these years, it has let me down...again. I almost dissolved this blog. I thought I had nothing left to say.

Maybe I'll be someone's secretary. Secretaries are never among those who are laid off...at least in my experience. Just like managment. They live on. They actually retire with pensions! Only the talent is pushed off the cliff. The middle class. We always get it in the end.

So I'll forget I had a contented career. I have to begin again...for the 4th time. Only this time with a brand new resume sent to a different group of people, looking for a different kind of job, certainly with significantly less compensation, but hopefully in the same state (for a change), and maybe with a different kind of ending. One that's not in sight.

After 25 years of doing the same thing, I think it's time.

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

First sight

It's spring and it's still cold and I've nothing better to do today so I thought I'd step my toe into this new blogging mania. OK, it's hardly new at this point, but neither am I. I tried family newsletters in the past; they never caught on. I tried Web sites for specific reasons; don't know how they fared. Even a sustainable cookbook that wasn't sustained. Why not a blog? No theme really. Just a bunch of thoughts off the top of my head...or yours, of course. A mind diary. Something on your mind? Put it here and save that precious brain space. Be you family, friend or potential penpal. Of course, foes will have a separate blog to come. Anyway, I need to make coffee first. Ciao.