Tag: work

  • Lucky day

    Lucky day

    Friday the thirteenth has always been a lucky day for me. I guess when I set the bar as not being burnt at the stake a good day for a Friday the 13th, it’s relatively easy to be happy. I had a short day at work, which allowed some errands to be done and then…

  • Cabin fever, April 12th

    Cabin fever, April 12th

    So, it snowed again. The level of dispair at work was palpable as people walked in, sad faces shining with flecks of snow, coats soaked with the bitterness of winter, as it hangs on longer than expected or desired. But at home, The situation is dire. Cabin fever runs wild with the animals, er, children…

  • Daydreaming

    Daydreaming

    The rush of the wind on my face, The spray of salt on the sun The froth is the water swirls around my feet Finally, my work is done Every day I tell myself this is it, I’ll take a break, a vacation, for real But instead I continue, head down, Shoulder hard against the…

  • The last day

    The last day

    I watched that day as her skin glowed, luminescent in the daylight as she rested in bed. Her energy long since depleted, she now spent most of her time lying there, surrounded by soft and colourful blankets and the summer sunshine. Although her face was thin, her smile could still spread wide across it, causing…

  • A moment of Monday

    A moment of Monday

    Another Monday has flown by. I’m not sure if they were designed by a cruel god, or planned by a hyper squirrel in a tree somewhere who laughs maniacally as they watch people rush around. I jumped from one thing to the next, trying to remember what I was forgetting. It was one of those…

  • Living the dream

    Living the dream

    I’m right in the inchoate stage of a novel at the moment. It’s occupying my every thought while I’m driving, or watching tv. It occupies every second when I’m not actively thinking or doing something else. I wish I had more time that I could devote to getting my words on paper. That I could…

  • Homecoming

    Homecoming

    It’s amazing how different Friday’s are as an adult. I remember when I lived at home still, looking forward to the weekends so I could watch movies and read books. Then when I was in university, Friday was a night to go out with friends, hit up a bar or a house party, or in…

  • Long dark night

    Long dark night

    Still water churns The ice cold Of a broken Heart burns Love has gone aside Due to the death of righteous pride One last gasp The inhale a painful, Barbwire rasp A new day is breaking While in the night, The soul’s leave is taking Alone at last Bitterness gone, A life’s work, die cast

  • The Monday Tuesday

    The Monday Tuesday

    Today got off on completely the wrong foot. My coffee had grounds in it, and I rudely discovered I was working in the afternoon, at the same time I was supposed to figure out my taxes with the accountant. Seriously distressing, as I’d been strangely looking forward to meeting with them. Then I checked my…

  • On the eve of a long weekend

    On the eve of a long weekend

    The day before a long weekend always is a busy one. Everyone rushing, frantic to get in to see me before I’m gone, as though it was a month instead of an extra day away. I’ve never understood this desperation, probably because I’m awful at even making appointments for a haircut, but I anticipated it.…