As It Was In The Days of Noah…

Yes, I know it is Easter time and Facebook and blogs are filled with words remembering the significance of this week.  Yes, I heartily agree with all of this, but, no, this is not a spiritual post.  Just a reference.

Noah built the ark, and the rains started.   Last night I was thinking of pulling out the plans for a boat, just didn’t know how quickly I could get it made.

The rains started yesterday afternoon, as expected.  The winds blew, the rains came and stayed.  It was cozy inside.  We donned our slickers and took the dog out a couple of times for a wet walk.

Last evening we looked at the pond.  It’s not a particularly lovely pond anyhow, more like a culvert with water in it.  There is an area of brush at one end of the pond, the brush stands at least ten feet in height.  Last evening the brush was half covered in water.  The pond was almost full.  The roads were full, as was our front yard.

Now, I know the house is raised just a bit for times like these.  I understand that.  My concern in all of this?  The three alligators who live in the pond.  Two of them are pretty little and I half expected to look out this morning to see them on my porch.

But, as the sun attempted to shine today, I looked out to puddles, a pond that had drained and no gators on my porch.  So, now we are waiting for the next round of storms and again we will watch the pond.

Have a great Easter weekend.  Thanks for stopping by, DAF

On Saying Good-bye…

September 2, 1983 I was nine months pregnant.  I had a 4 1/2-year-old girl.  My hubby was on what would turn out to be an 8 1/2 month deployment.  On September 2, 1983, we moved into our home.

The home was not my dream house.  It was not what I had imagined living in.  But, live in it, we did.  Our girls were raised there. They had their birthday parties there, the slumber parties there.  First dates.  Prom dates. Food fights while making Christmas cookies. We laughed there, fought there, lived there.

On Friday, our house will belong to someone else.  We are holding our breath that nothing changes, that the sale will continue to go through with ease.  There is no reason, at this point, something should change, but, still, we hold our breath.

The decision to sell was an easy one for us.  We made the decision and that was that.  We decided on a realtor, which was an easy thing also.  He faxed the papers and we put our signatures on the papers.  That is when it became hard for me.

After signing the papers, we took our puppy for a walk.  As we walked up the hill by our house the tears started.  The tears weren’t the gentle falling of tears that are poignant.  NO, these were heart wrenching sobs that escaped violently from deep within.   Hubby was stunned.  I was stunned!  He gently asked if the tears were tears of sadness, of relief or of joy.    I realized they were all the emotions.  Relief that we no longer would have to be responsible for property thousands of miles away.  Relief that we would no longer have to deal with dead beat renters.  Relief that we did not have to worry with each fire season.  Joy is still laying dormant in my emotions, though.  I know it is there, it just hasn’t come out yet.

The sadness was the emotion I was not expecting.  It has followed me in the weeks since we signed the papers.  It became clear once more when I saw the pictures of the house when it was for sale.  The rooms that had been filled with life and laughter and family  looked sad and alone.  The decks that we had sanded over and over looked forgotten.  The bedrooms belonging to our daughters looked empty.  No clothes were piled on the floor, no half empty water bottles were lying around.

I looked at the pictures and heard the echoes of a life.  Echoes of a family that once lived there.  Echoes that are now memories to cling to.

I know that this is a new season of life for us.  It is an exciting time for us.  Changes are happening everywhere.  Good things.  But, my heart is a little broken and it is hard to say good-bye even to something  you were ready to say good-bye to.

DAF

12 years ago….

dearanonymousfriend:

A year ago I wrote this. Today, my thoughts were filled with my sister, her life and her encouragement. I wanted to share this one more time with you.

Originally posted on dearanonymousfriend:

Earlier this evening I was on Facebook.  My sister posted a simple sentence that said,”How can 12 years seem like yesterday and a world ago at the same time?  A hand print on my heart…”

I read the post, looked at the date and realized why I had a phone call from her today.  I then derided myself because I had failed to remember and to ask how she was today.

12 years ago tomorrow, my dear brother-in-law, Frank passed away.  12 years ago tomorrow was Easter Sunday, tax day was delayed for 24 hours since it was a major holiday.

I received the phone call from my sister at around 9:30 ~10:30 p.m. pacific time.  The call was short, and the words were hard to hear.  My sister told me that her Frank had a very happy Easter and died peacefully in his favorite chair at 11:30 p.m., eastern time.  I…

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Exhausted…

Well, I have been at work for a little over a week.  I am getting into a schedule of getting to bed and getting up on time.  That is the easy part.

I had hoped for an adventure in working.  I should clarify that, a good adventure.  One where I would get to know new people, learn new computer programs and even feel positive about myself.

This week I have felt like I was trapped in the part of a fun house with doors.  Doors that open and lead right back to the same place you were originally.  That is fun and understandable when you do it a couple of times.  It can even be humorous.  When locked in a room where you go in circles and do nothing is maddening.

I would like to see this situation six weeks from now.  I would like to get a glimpse of it resolved and settled.  Just a glimpse, then I think I would have the stamina to continue to go through doors that only lead right back to where I was five minutes ago.

No, not much has changed.  Still no desk.  Still no chair.  I actually do have a key.  No phone though.  Had a phone for a day and then today I don’t.  I hear my computer is coming.  Open door.  Walk in circle.  Come back to door.

Yes, I am frustrated and a bit discouraged.  But, I will head to bed, hopefully sleep, and get up and try again tomorrow.   Maybe soon I will have clarity of thought so that I can think to write about something that is not a rant and complaint.  Until then, continue to pray and know I will be appreciative of you.  Thanks, DAF

Everything is connected…

I know it has only been two days since I started my job.  I know the first few weeks are crazy at any new position.   I get that.  I understand that.

But…

And you thought I wouldn’t find fault on the first week…

This is a brand new office.  Brand new as in never been set up before.  This is a branch office with corporate being in the Midwest.  So, here is my everything connection.

My own office is not set up, it is used as an overflow room while the conference room is being finished and the main office is being finished.  I have no desk.  I have no desk because the place where my desk is coming from and being completed has moved their locations and will not open until this Saturday.  So, no desk for at least another week.

But, that is okay because I don’t have a phone for that desk. One is coming to me, just like the key to the office is coming.

Corporate is supposed to send me an email to start my official training and background stuff.  I was supposed to have this by Monday, Tuesday at the latest.  No email yet.  It is after 10 p.m. on Tuesday, hopefully I will get something soon.

Since there is no email for me, I cannot begin my training.  Without my training I do not get my computer because I cannot use the computer until I get trained,  because of the nature of the business.

So, to review, I have no desk, no phone, no laptop, no sanity.

I really hope this improves soon.  I may need another 14 year weekend!  DAF

And Day 1 is done…

I have chronic insomnia.  It’s a pain, literally.   I do everything I have read in articles.  I avoid foods, I avoid caffeine, I quiet myself down, I turn off my computer a half hour before bed.  I also do what brothers and sisters in the Lord have suggested.  I pray.  I thank God for everything I can think of, I quiet myself before the Lord.

Last night I went to bed before 11.  Very early for me.  I was determined to get a good night’s rest.  I had done everything on my lists.  I had my clothes ready for my first day at work this morning.  I had my dinner planned for this evening.  I had my lunch packed.  I had forgotten nothing.  I was just wanting to sleep.

So, off to bed I trot (well, at my age and weight, it’s more like plod).   I lay there  for a while.  A long while.  Hubby falls asleep immediately.  The dog is snoring.  The trains are loud and I think someone laid tracks through our back yard.  The stupid owl starts hooting.  I actually think the dog slipped out, opened the front door and invited the owl inside.    I still lay there.  At 4 a.m. hubby wakes up.  He has had his sleep for the night and is ready to go.  I growl.  Five a.m. and finally I doze off.  Six a.m. the alarms rings.

So, this is the start of my first day at my new job.  Not one that I had planned for.

I made it to work.  I managed to not doze off.  I took lots of notes.  I tried to remember everything I could.  Tomorrow is another day.  I just hope some sleep is involved between now and then.

Thanks for listening to me whine a bit today.  DAF

Hi Ho, Hi Ho…

Fourteen years ago this past October 31st, I left my job.  I was the executive assistant to the director of a not for profit organization in San Diego.  I left to have free time, to write, to paint and to travel with hubby.

I loved this.  I loved having free time and being able to carry out some of these things.  I am obviously writing now, consistently, I have painted a few pictures, and I had a season of cross-country road trips with my dear friend.  Life has been filled with blessings, laughter and joy.

All good things come to an end, though.  I have written several times that I would need to return to the work force.  As of last night, I have returned.  I start my new job on Monday morning.

Part of the crazy weeks I have had since returning home has been the process of getting this job.  I heard about the possibility of this job right before leaving for my week with Little Man.  I applied, sent my resume, and wrote my cover letter.  I actually did not expect to hear anything else.  I figured that I had at least accomplished this and it was a milestone for me.

Upon returning, I heard back from this company.  Early this week I had a phone interview with someone from the corporate office.  I managed to be relaxed and comfortable on the phone.  I amazed myself.  I had also prayed hard about this phone call.  The Lord is faithful.

From the phone conversation came an appointment for an first interview with the person whom I would be working for.  The 45 minute interview went well.  Again, after much prayer, I was comfortable.  I have come to an age where I am myself.  Gone are the days of fretting about how others think of me.  What you see is what you get.  If you don’t like me, oh well…

From that conversation came another appointment for a third interview.  This happened yesterday afternoon.  Again, lots of prayer before heading into the room with two other people.  I talked about myself (which is what they wanted to happen) for about thirty minutes.  I answered their questions.  I left the interview exhausted.

I am introvert.  This week has been tiring.  But, last night I heard from the woman who is my boss.  She is a delightful person, full of enthusiasm.  She asked me to come work for her.  I start at 8 a.m.  the day after tomorrow.

I am looking forward to this new challenge.  I hope I can keep up with her.  I keep thinking that I am like one of those rusty old pumps you see in movies and pictures.  The kind that is well-built, but needs a bit of priming.

So, off to work I go…  I will continue to blog and write, I just won’t be doing it lazily while sitting and enjoying my second or third cup of tea in the morning.

Thanks for stopping by, and if you think of it, say a prayer for me that these old rusty work joints of mine get loosened up.  DAF