A Journal of Sorts
"no matter what they take from me they can't take away my dignity..." ~ Michael Masser - Linda Creed ~ so let's see... mundane details of life belong in a journal too, right?... and since I've been away like forever (or so it seems to me), then this renewal of squeezing out journal time should include some stuff that would bore Mother Teresa I suppose... supposing can be a dangerous thing in a journal, huh?... these days (and nights), I spend most time at work and then in transit or cat napping in the car... I've been working 17-18 hour shifts a lot, sleeping in the car (to get extra sleep instead of spending time driving as work is some distance from the places I can call home right now... it's my choice so don't throw any pity parties for me... unless of course I moan and whine about aches and discomforts and all the other inconveniences of living on the road... it is much more fun shared and I do miss long showers and a comfortable bed, but then I haven't had one of those in years and I've lamented enough about that so I'll just get back to the mundane details and stop this aside)... ah, soon I shall find a place closer to work and "go home" more often J I am checking email less and less often... my primary group address {webbot} was bouncing as of the 6th, yipes... could be thousands of messages in the hundreds of groups I've created or joined over the years wandered off into cyber-oblivion over the last few days... I've got to find some time to catch up on mail (personal) and groups... that is the goal for the next week or so... at least my primary and website email addresses did not fill up or bounce (not that you're using them all that much huh?... well, a few of you are) J thanks J on the sad side, one of my adopted family members (like I have any other family members?... but that's another story) here in Orlando is in the hospital again... the doctors say she won't make it this time, but they've said that before... keeps me offline and I must find more time to visit with them... alas, the life cycle must continue, but it's sad to watch one inch closer to it's end no matter how inevitible the end is in the end... sighs life is not all sad though... all work, for the moment, but not all sad... and there may be (should be) more info about worklife in worklife (links below), for the record (and in case you're interested) I work with people called "at-risk youth"... children and adolescents who, for a variety of reasons, have behavior and psychiatric problems that require a level of residential care and treatment that their family can not or will not provide... the pay is not so great, so much overtime is needed for the moment... but it's challenging and rewarding in many ways and a good stepping stone position as I return to the health care and human services world... helping is one of my favorite things to do, so that's "what I do" in the working sense of the question too J I am still determined to be a happy child and still too stubborn not to get what I want... so sigh and alas and pick up and deal with life as it comes or goes... and that's a big part of my philosophy (self-reminders are helpful), for starters... so anyway, let's see what else might be happening... one of this week's mails tells me a couple of really cool fun people from across the Atlantic are visiting here in June... it'll be their second visit and I'm looking forward to it... visitors are always welcome and encouraged (hint hint) J and in the end, at least for today I'm feeling good overall, tired but happy with me |
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