I hibernate surrounded by the hard, dark cocoon of the cave.  The wind whistles outside and the part of me that is always aware knows that there are devils of snow and ice rising, ready to cut the bone anyone foolish enough to step in their path.  I sigh and pull the blanket of dirt and leaves and moss that has collected in my cave farther over my ( Read more... )

This, by the way, is a legitimate question.  I’m hoping that someone out there in lj land , some poor soul who just happened to find their way into my journal and couldn’t get out before reading, will be able to give me some insight.

How does a person know when it is time to get out?  How do you know when it’s time to leave your job, your ( Read more... )

Complete and blessed silence as I sleep

Barb, don’t you need to go to work?

Crap, it’s after eight.

Yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity yakkity

Why are you up and dressed, anyway?

Yakkity yakkity yakkity  interview yakkity yakkity don’t think I’ll get it.  Yakkity yakkity ( Read more... )

A friend recently told me that he thought he wouldn’t mind getting up if he didn’t hate his job.  I expressed skepticism; not because I don’t believe he hates his job, I’m sure he does, with good reasons, but because I love my job, and I still hate getting up in the morning.

I especially love my job in the morning.  I walk in and between ( Read more... )

Ok, in trying to help a friend set up his journal, I've seemed to have messed up mine.  I'm now trying this as an experiment.  Please ignore it, unless, of course, commenting is in your blood.  If that's the case, please feel free.

This blog is not about my resolutions.  Oh yeah, I made them and I really plan to keep them (notice the word plan).   This is more of a blog of rambling thoughts about what it means to have a new year.

A new year seems to imply to me a new beginning.  Not exactly a do-over, mind you.  I don't think there are many do-overs in real life, although ( Read more... )

Why is it that every light bulb in the house burns out on the same day, but only after you've gone to the store to by one of different wattage ( Read more... )

She walked the streets and corridors of the nearly empty city, keeping silent vigil.  This was her home, and to watch over it was both her duty and her joy.

She started today, as she almost always did, in the part of the city that was off limits to the others until it could be explored further.  It would take a while for them to get here, she ( Read more... )

So the challenge for this came from

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I spent most of the day at a Special Olympics bowling tournamet.  I wish I could say I was volunteering my time and being a wonderful humanitarian, but the truth is, I was there because my mother guilted into watching my sister.  My sister is developmentally disabled, and while she used to be an avid bowler, attending every Special Olympics ( Read more... )