McCain Picks....

Tina Fey!!!!

Oh, wait...It's NOT Tina Fey?
Crap!

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Purging....

...not, not THAT kind.

I'm moving so I'm getting rid of stuff - lots of stuff.
Almost thirty bags of books to the library for their book sale.
Five boxes of books to one of our nursing homes to start their own library.
Bags of books to friends at work.
Bags of clothes and shoes being tossed or given away.

The move is a relatively small one - just to the next county but it's necessary for my sanity. I'll have a first floor apartment with an enclosed patio where I can plant anything I want without the landlord digging it up or throwing it out. I'll be less than five minutes from work - no more driving in rush hour traffic on Rt. 22 - where a young mother-to-be on her way home from work was just killed by someone going the wrong way. I'll be closer to my best friend.

But moving is a reason to toss, to re-evaluate, to get out of my comfort zone.
It's the first step towards the BIG move in a few years - the one across the country.

I'll smudge the new place after I smudge the old - to make sure none of the negativity hovering around Greenwood Avenue follows me. I'll scatter pure tobacco along the patio and my very small patch of ground. I'll design a tiny English garden and set stones along the fence so the cats can enjoy the outside with getting out.

I'm purging so my life will feel better.
I feel better doing this.
I'm even losing weight.
See purges DO help you lose weight - all types of purges.

Coming back with a rant...

So it's been three weeks since I blogged and I start with a rant:
I'm sitting in a "free breakfast room" in a hotel in Grove City, PA (the only place I can get online) and I see a family of two teenage boys, one Dad and one Mom sit down to eat - after The Mom brings down ALL the luggage. Then The Mom takes all the luggage out to the car. The boys talk sports, Dad gets another cup of coffee and The Mom acts as pack horse.
So glad I had a daughter.

Forty years and counting.....

Pop used say to me, "You never finish anything." So much for increasing my self esteem. That phrase went along all the dissing about my weight -(for another post).
I went to nursing school in 1965 and because of that phrase, I graduated in 1968 - August 1968. I wanted to quit so many times. I hated it, hated it, hated it. But every time I thought I had the courage to quit, Pop's voice would ring in my ears. He'd spent $500 on my education, not counting driving the 200 miles to see me once a year and the $5/month spending allowance. I was afraid to quit. I knew I couldn't go home. So I stayed, thinking maybe one day...
One day never came. I got my RN license in Feb 1969 after passing my state boards. I've worked full time every since - not counting sick time for surgeries (usually cancer) and a very short maternity leave (unpaid).
At 61 I'm stuck. I still hate the job - "But you're so good at it...." coming from people at work doesn't help. My heart is sore from what could have been. But I'm trying to think positively and living for the time I can retire. I can't do it at 62 - no health insurance. So I'll wait and do the best I can.
In the meantime I'm trying to jump starting a writing career - hoping that finally in my old age I can do what I really wanted to do.


As for never finishing anything, Pop:
Scores of articles - published in various venues
One novella
Three completed manuscripts.

So there!!!!

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