Back-saver

Had to have it.
Don't care if I'll look like an old lady.
Just can't carry groceries into the apartment and the garbage out anymore without having to sit and rest the back afterwards.
I'm sure it will come in handy for a lot of things.
And I got it through Amazon.com.
Hmmm? I wonder if I can take it into the library.

A New Perspective....

.....I have one.
It didn't take alcohol, drugs or sex.
All I needed was one night, sitting on the patio staring at the stars. And one morning sitting in the sun.
The fireflies are gone -no little lights among the large pine in front of the apartment. But the birds are many and sing in the morning, swinging the birdfeeder back and forth after the squirrel takes his breakfast.
I saw a House Finch this afternoon - his little russet brow shining in the sun.
I can see the sun's slant changing and feel the freshness of fall in the air.

I've changed my intentions.
I'm looking forward - with love for all the joy around me. I just forgot how to see it. I remembered this weekend.

Tired

No politcial commentary.
No smart remarks about celebrities.
No pleadings to Paul McCartney.
No cute pictures.

Just a simple comment. I'm tired.
Physically, mentally and emotionally drained. My job has wrung me dry. I have nothing else to give. I cannot do my job and be the "sixth"Regional Nurse (since that position)was eliminated). I cannot drive three to four hours round trip and do my work in the facility several days a week.

I've been to Musikfest three times this week and all three times my back ached from the day's work and I went home early. I will rest in between household chores this weekend so I can start all over again on Monday.

I see no end...to the job...to the work problems (no nursing staff to be had)...to the pain (I do NOT want surgery or epidural injections because of the risks of both - paralysis) which is aggravated by my job.

So, like Alice's Red Queen, I just keep running in place - because I can't stop - there's no one to catch me.

The Bush Administration latest

Op-Ed Contributor
Our Veterans’ Missing Medals

By JOSEPH A. KINNEY
Published: August 8, 2006
Pinehurst, N.C.

Captain Brian Chontosh is the kind of soldier who, in years past, would have received a ticker-tape parade down Fifth Avenue.

To read more go to:
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/08/08/opinion/08kinney.html?th&emc=th

Our Next President

I'd vote for her. She's got to be better than what we have. And the White House would finally be rat-free.

My Nightmare

This picture ran in the New York Times this month during the hottest week of the year - maybe on record. The story stated she was a "retired nurse" in her apartment, saving on electricity by not running the air conditioner.

A retired nurse - how many people had she cared for during her career? Who's caring for her now?

What people won't do....

...to be in Congress.
Florida's (and they can have her) Katherine Harris and "friend."
Maybe the PETA people should see this picture - or maybe I should just email it to my 'possum pals. Maybe a pissy 'possum named Chad.

"Apocolypta"

As Jay Leno said to Hugh Grant: "What were you thinking?"
The boy has a major problem - major.
Enjoy retirement, Mel.