Just shooting the poop with Lori
He travels the world on the backs of others|
Insignificant in his stature and size
His journey carries no mission
Randomly roaming at the will of his host
Sated enough to never question his trek
Life is an open adventure without worry
If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls
Another bus awaits to grant passage
With a furry friend to carry him home
Ah the wonderful life of a flea
|I think what I dislike the most about 2020 is the uncertainty of everything. I was just informed that another patient I cared for is positive for COVID. He had no symptoms and was only tested before going back to the nursing home. Every nurse on the floor was in contact with this person because of his confusion and our desire to keep him safe. We were up close and personal with this man because he was a sweetheart and very scared. We wore the basic masks and gloves as required but he was very hard of hearing so the mask had to come down at times to help him understand. The hospital did not inform us. Now after my last day there, I came home to my family taking the ordinary precautions of bathing and changing my clothes immediately. It wasn't until the next night that I was told. I was scheduled for four days off and had plans to see my extended family.We were celebrating the birth of a new baby. It was for the grandchild of my sister who is immunity compromised due to chemotherapy. So I cancelled my attendance, not wanting to risk contact with anyone. I wasn't crazy about my sister having a gathering with her health as it is but the baby is 6 months old and they missed baby shower and normal newborn greeting parties.I think she just wants life to be about living again.
So here I sit, wasting my precious time off and afraid to go anywhere. It is too early since exposure to be tested and I have no symptoms. It is a lonely existence. And it has been repeated over and over again.I don't know the answer, Do I go about my life until I get sick or do I quarantine with each new possible exposure. I must tell you that it is a weekly occurrence. The hospital's stance is that I can work until I become sick and I understand that because there is a definite nurse shortage. And I would much rather work than be sick or stuck at home. It all just boggles the mind.
Here is the other news that makes me sad. Macy's has cancelled Santa visits for the first time in 159 years. No in person visits to Santa's lap for 2020. No dreams,no wishes, or hopes for children in 2021.
|Somebody told me today that I was a rock star! I managed to correct a simple problem, but this person went out of her way to make me feel extraordinary. Which made me label her something greater than a rock star, she is a queen among people. She in her simple way goes about life lifting up others. She seeks no gain, refuses to clamor about politics, feels hesitant in the spotlight, but completes her tasks with a smile and kind words. She made me feel great but I became enamored of the words she spoke to everyone she encountered. Always they were kind and uplifting. She had a way of turning the lemon-faced complainer into a smiling participant in a glorious day. It is easy to overlook these type of people, but they are the reason we are at times reassured by the goodness that happens in our world. They don't asked to be rewarded for the deeds that they do, but desire an opportunity to lighten the burden of others. I strive to do the same in this universe and call upon my inner goodness to make others feel a bit better. I want to find the same inner peace that this woman has achieved. Some way i need to dispense of my snarkiness with life first, but maybe I can be taught by the likes of her.
|Hey, it's 82 degrees! Who stole my fall? Was hoping that this was the last grass cutting/ mulch of the season but with this weather and rain predicted that green stuff might start growing all over again.None the less, we will definitely be raking thousands of leaves next weekend. Home owning is a never ending list of honey do projects but my husband is busy doing stuff at the church.(good guy that he is) That leaves me for the work at home. Oh well, blessed to be healthy enough to do it. It is all in how you look at the toils of life.
|Let the autumn season begin. I love the cool breezes and sleeping with the windows open. The sound of blowing leaves and scurrying of the squirrels on the trees is a restful tone. I love Halloween with the eerie decorations. I love the smell of roasting hot dogs and roaring bonfires. Welcome fall, glad you came to visit.
|Never did I think I would live to witness the cheering of someone's illness. No matter you politics,we were once a nation that prayed and shared a modicum of compassion for our fellow man.It is a despicable example of our humanity.I do not like the man, but I do not wish him illness or death. I have been bitten, cursed at, spit upon, and punched, but I still remained resolute in providing humanitarian care. I afford dignity and good attentions to other members of the human race, even in the most difficult of circumstances..It saddens me that others are finding it difficult show the smallest amount of respect. We are America, people. We should be doing so much better than this hate filled display. Maybe, we truly aren't more advanced than the third-world countries we boast our superiority upon. Maybe goodness comes only from the places where faith resides. These are the times that I go in search of stories with good people doing good things to lift my spirits.Please choose to spread love.
Can we rebuild a better world?
And the earth stood still in its orbit, granting a momentary stoppage of time and a rebirth of civilization. There was newness cast upon the planet, an event unseen by its inhabitants since the dinosaurs roamed freely. Soil sprouted a tangled growth of greenery and all the animals once recorded to have walked upon the earth lived once more. The seas, untamed and crystal blue, cascaded over the shores. The skies were bright once more and the sun was seated in its spot above the heavens providing the needed warmth below. In response to the orbs drastic change, meteorological elements battled one another leaving destruction in its wake. Humanity struggled for survival, while witnessing technology succumb to the forces of nature.
Tried to do a Camp Fire and couldn't figure it out. So, food for thought if nothing else
|Vacation is nearing its end and my heart is breaking. I shall soon resume the everyday stress of hospital life.It is not that I don't enjoy my time spent in this pursuit or that I am not rewarding my inescapable need to care for people, it just makes the other aspects of my life more difficult. Family time becomes sparse and hobbies are left to gather dust. Speaking of dust, my furniture tends to suffer the same fate. Another item, close to my heart that suffers, is my time spent writing. Deadlines and imagination are not meant for the weary. This is the first time in my life that I caught a glimpse of what retirement offers, and I must say the thought was not distasteful. Now if I can just get the lottery commission to cooperate with my plans. And by the way it was the first vacation or extended time off in over 2 years. I did manage to clean up my portfolio and write some new items, so feel free to check it out.
|I sometimes wonder if dogs are not smarter than people. As I attempted to play with the laser, trying to get Dimitri to chase the light, he refused to be fooled. He just stared at my hand where I held the laser with a look of disdain for my attempted trickery. My other dog Vladimir, who we lovingly call Forrest Gump, danced after the light flying about in circles. He at least had the social grace to humor me. Later when the dogs were staring out the window, I asked in my high pitched squeal, "Is Daddy home?" They both casually walked down to the bathroom and sat in front of the door to let me know exactly where Daddy was. They barked a snide bark in unison as if to mock me for my stupidity.
Dimitri has a morning ritual, that I am sometimes late in joining because I am not quite awake at the time he decides we should start. It involves his moaning and groaning a rambunctious and loud morning message as I sit in my chair. It is as if he is telling me the events that happened in his world while we slept. This ritual usually lasts 10 minutes or so. He is very enthusiastic and intent on my involvement in the process. He noses and paws me until I pay attention.It is quite a fun alarm clock that I have.