To all of you who look forward to this night, be safe out there.
Goblins and ghouls
teacherous fools
lurk in the shadows
where there are
no rules.
witches, their cats
around the cauldron
potions they mix
one frog's eye
an essence of bat.
I fear you going
out into this night
stay close, my dear
just under the
porch light.
I cannot save you
if you wander far
once from the stoop
you are subject to
the perils
of the night.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Thursday, October 30, 2008
I have been away.
As if someone has missed me, I have been away. Not really anywhere, but surgery has caused me to not sit at my computer for more than two minutes at a time. Finally feeling more like myself, I am up and about and the fingers are moving once again.
The one thing about surgery is it: makes you rely on someone else and it makes you relax. Neither I like to do. I am totally independent person and do not want anyone to take care of me. Well surgury dictates life for you awhile. Then because they fill you full of all sorts of incantations you are by default relaxing for maybe the first time in YEARS. That part doesn't feel all that bad.
Honestly, now that I have the down time, I am rethinking my whole career path and what I am doing with my life. I want to write. All the time. The only way I am going to do that is quit my current job. QUIT. People do it. They take that leap of faith in themselves and JUMP. I have some time to think about it and it has been on my mind.
The one thing about surgery is it: makes you rely on someone else and it makes you relax. Neither I like to do. I am totally independent person and do not want anyone to take care of me. Well surgury dictates life for you awhile. Then because they fill you full of all sorts of incantations you are by default relaxing for maybe the first time in YEARS. That part doesn't feel all that bad.
Honestly, now that I have the down time, I am rethinking my whole career path and what I am doing with my life. I want to write. All the time. The only way I am going to do that is quit my current job. QUIT. People do it. They take that leap of faith in themselves and JUMP. I have some time to think about it and it has been on my mind.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Ol Gramp
That's my grampa off to the left there with the long blond hair holding a bag of feed surrounded by sheep. The family tells me that there wasn't money for hair cuts, but I am sure my great gramma, who we called Big Gramma, had some scissors. But then times were hard then, unlike anything we know now.
Ol Gramp, that is what he calls himself now, is 90 years old. He asked me when I am going to stop working. I say about the time he does. At 90 he is making furniture. He has worked since he was a young boy. He didn't finish grade school because he had to work the farm to keep it going. I really don't know if he ever got a high school diploma, but he is the most astute business man I have ever met.
These days he makes observations about life and asks me why somebody isn't doing it. I tell him because it doesn't make money.
He thinks that restaurants that throw away food should be donating it to the hungry and the hungry or liberals should not be grumbling about it. This country has seen times where people have stood in lines for food. This world still sees people in lines waiting for food today. It is a simple move that could work and make a difference.
He dislikes the health care system, though he has benefited from science and the doctors in the medical field. It is the insurance and Medicare/Medicaid system that is corrupt. And probably a few doctors that should get their asses kicked.
He thinks it is crazy that the houses around him are being sold for one million dollars. He bought his first house for $1500. It was a Kit Home from Sears. I imagine the land was given to them from one of the families maybe my gramma's. He doesn't know how his great great grandchildren are going to be able to buy a house when they grow up.
He worries about leaving us in this mixed up world.
I don't worry about it, I know he will be with me. I have a little grandson, who I was telling one day about how I walked to school when I was a little girl. I didn't take the bus. I walked a long way and sometimes in the snow. My grandson said to me, "Yeah, I know, Gramma, I was with you".
Ol Gramp, that is what he calls himself now, is 90 years old. He asked me when I am going to stop working. I say about the time he does. At 90 he is making furniture. He has worked since he was a young boy. He didn't finish grade school because he had to work the farm to keep it going. I really don't know if he ever got a high school diploma, but he is the most astute business man I have ever met.
These days he makes observations about life and asks me why somebody isn't doing it. I tell him because it doesn't make money.
He thinks that restaurants that throw away food should be donating it to the hungry and the hungry or liberals should not be grumbling about it. This country has seen times where people have stood in lines for food. This world still sees people in lines waiting for food today. It is a simple move that could work and make a difference.
He dislikes the health care system, though he has benefited from science and the doctors in the medical field. It is the insurance and Medicare/Medicaid system that is corrupt. And probably a few doctors that should get their asses kicked.
He thinks it is crazy that the houses around him are being sold for one million dollars. He bought his first house for $1500. It was a Kit Home from Sears. I imagine the land was given to them from one of the families maybe my gramma's. He doesn't know how his great great grandchildren are going to be able to buy a house when they grow up.
He worries about leaving us in this mixed up world.
I don't worry about it, I know he will be with me. I have a little grandson, who I was telling one day about how I walked to school when I was a little girl. I didn't take the bus. I walked a long way and sometimes in the snow. My grandson said to me, "Yeah, I know, Gramma, I was with you".
Thursday, October 16, 2008
It's the Great Pumpkin...No I mean the Great Debate, Charlie Brown.
In watching the debate last night my observations were minimal. I tend to nod off with some subjects. Economics, taxes, health care and aligning with terrorists is of concern to me. I thought the strongest moment in the debate was when McCain stated "I am not President Bush". Round of applause.
I was waiting for the Ayers connection to arise and McCain brought it up but did not hit below the belt with it. He is not that type of man. The subject was brought up and we all know the story. We watched Obama squirm in his seat. I have listened to reporters this am speak of Obama's great composure. Yeah, Obama has great composure in not coming across the table and throttling McCain. That is what I saw. A man grinding his teeth and smirking at comments. He showed comtempt for McCain when looking at him. If you think any of us couldn't see that, then you are dumber than you think we are!
This is what turns me off on Obama. He does not show a true face. While McCain brought up the Ayers issue he did not grind it to the ground. The man is capable of that much, he was a POW in Vietnam, REMEMBER. He knows composure and restrain much more than any of us could possibly understand. He also has years upon years of experience working in the government. He knows the military and foreign affairs. He can fix the economic crisis. One thing we can be sure of he will not run a government that is corrupt. Can we say that about Obama. Is that the change we want? Corruption? Vega, over and out, Ground Floor.
I was waiting for the Ayers connection to arise and McCain brought it up but did not hit below the belt with it. He is not that type of man. The subject was brought up and we all know the story. We watched Obama squirm in his seat. I have listened to reporters this am speak of Obama's great composure. Yeah, Obama has great composure in not coming across the table and throttling McCain. That is what I saw. A man grinding his teeth and smirking at comments. He showed comtempt for McCain when looking at him. If you think any of us couldn't see that, then you are dumber than you think we are!
This is what turns me off on Obama. He does not show a true face. While McCain brought up the Ayers issue he did not grind it to the ground. The man is capable of that much, he was a POW in Vietnam, REMEMBER. He knows composure and restrain much more than any of us could possibly understand. He also has years upon years of experience working in the government. He knows the military and foreign affairs. He can fix the economic crisis. One thing we can be sure of he will not run a government that is corrupt. Can we say that about Obama. Is that the change we want? Corruption? Vega, over and out, Ground Floor.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Gas Prices Plummet so Does my Retirement
We are seeing gas prices are $2.99. Wow, that is fantastic. Do you think it could be possible to see the price reach $2.50 a gallon. That would be unbelievable. But at the same time I hesitate to look at my retirement fund. At least half of it is probably gone. EEK. I can't think about it.
I can't not think about it. I was going to do something with that money one day! I was going on vacations or buy a beautiful RV. Drive around the country and visit friends and grandchildren. Is this what they mean by you can't take it with you when you go? Now I am wondering if I should invest so heavily at all. What is the point? To go through something like this again. I might not recover any of this money. Though they are saying if you can stay in for five years, just hold on.
Yet this is the chance that investors take, isn't it? We are risking for the bigger dollar. Sometimes we do not come out ahead. That is the nature of the game. We cannot take all of our toys and stomp away mad. We have to stay in the game and keep on playing. Come on people, don't give up. Gas prices are going down, the sun keeps coming up and you still keep breathing. It is a glorious day. Vega over and out, on the Ground Floor.
I can't not think about it. I was going to do something with that money one day! I was going on vacations or buy a beautiful RV. Drive around the country and visit friends and grandchildren. Is this what they mean by you can't take it with you when you go? Now I am wondering if I should invest so heavily at all. What is the point? To go through something like this again. I might not recover any of this money. Though they are saying if you can stay in for five years, just hold on.
Yet this is the chance that investors take, isn't it? We are risking for the bigger dollar. Sometimes we do not come out ahead. That is the nature of the game. We cannot take all of our toys and stomp away mad. We have to stay in the game and keep on playing. Come on people, don't give up. Gas prices are going down, the sun keeps coming up and you still keep breathing. It is a glorious day. Vega over and out, on the Ground Floor.
Friday, October 10, 2008
JUNK.
Why do we collect JUNK? I guess I should preface this by saying why do I collect JUNK? I am moving furniture around and redecorating two rooms for reasons I just can't go into now. In the course of this redecoration I come across a pile of items that I think, why did I keep this? Why is this still around? Why is this in my home collecting dust?
It took me more time sorting through things than it did to move the furniture and pictures and other little knick knacky items. I am a collector though. I would like to believe I collect things of some worth though not pieces of paper with idle thoughts or numbers I long since forgot what they were to or for.
Why don't I filter this stuff out as I am taking it out my purse? I don't know, it comes out of the purse to another place on the desk to another place in a drawer to another place in a chest until I need the chest for something. Then I realize I am collecting little bits of myself that I have quite forgotten and will never remember again.
I believe this is why I remain on the ground floor. Vega, over and out.
It took me more time sorting through things than it did to move the furniture and pictures and other little knick knacky items. I am a collector though. I would like to believe I collect things of some worth though not pieces of paper with idle thoughts or numbers I long since forgot what they were to or for.
Why don't I filter this stuff out as I am taking it out my purse? I don't know, it comes out of the purse to another place on the desk to another place in a drawer to another place in a chest until I need the chest for something. Then I realize I am collecting little bits of myself that I have quite forgotten and will never remember again.
I believe this is why I remain on the ground floor. Vega, over and out.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
As a Blogger I am SUNK.
Okay I stink as a blogger. I can't figure out all these pings, pongs and pac-mans. No wait, that was in my time, not now. Anyway I am going to write away as if you out there in internet land are reading this.
Gas prices are dropping in this part of the world, Deep South. We watch them fall, but everyone is also saying November, December is right around the corner. People will start travellling and what will happen then? The gas prices will go up again! What a big surprize that will be. Airline tickets will go through the roof. I am sure they make all their money in these up-coming months.
I don't pay a lot of attention to the stock market, though I should. My 401k is heavily invested in the stock market and I live on the edge with only half invested in government securities. Still it is money I never see and seems unreal to me. Some day I do hope to have it in one big chunk, but it may become like Social Security and something I have invested in for naught.
What other cheery news do I have? I have a new job that I was offered in the nick of time as my office now is on the verge of imploding. While it would be fun to watch, it would not be fun to experience. Holiday weekend coming up, everyone should enjoy, we in the south always enjoy our weekends but the northerners better appreciate these last days without snow.
This is Vega, over and out. Please still respond if you know how to ping.
Gas prices are dropping in this part of the world, Deep South. We watch them fall, but everyone is also saying November, December is right around the corner. People will start travellling and what will happen then? The gas prices will go up again! What a big surprize that will be. Airline tickets will go through the roof. I am sure they make all their money in these up-coming months.
I don't pay a lot of attention to the stock market, though I should. My 401k is heavily invested in the stock market and I live on the edge with only half invested in government securities. Still it is money I never see and seems unreal to me. Some day I do hope to have it in one big chunk, but it may become like Social Security and something I have invested in for naught.
What other cheery news do I have? I have a new job that I was offered in the nick of time as my office now is on the verge of imploding. While it would be fun to watch, it would not be fun to experience. Holiday weekend coming up, everyone should enjoy, we in the south always enjoy our weekends but the northerners better appreciate these last days without snow.
This is Vega, over and out. Please still respond if you know how to ping.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Blogger SINKING, cries for help.
Ok, I don't get it. How do you get all these pings and Technorati going? How do you get anyone even the least bit interested in your blog to look at it and then make a comment. I thought for sure I had at least one blog of some interest to this vast internet community but nary a soul has left a remark.
I can't understand the ping thing. I can't get Technorati to accept my blog so there is something amiss here within my settings. MAYBE. I would add more to my blog like pics and content but I am like why bother. NO ONE IS OUT THERE. I think this whole internet thing is a sham. There isn't a large group of world wide people out there on the web searching and surfing. There is, however, stupid me, thinking someone might actually read this crap and respond.
Seriously if there is anyone brave or bored enough to get this far please leave a response on what in heck do I do to get this thing up and going. This is Vega on the sub ground floor digging a hole for herself.
I can't understand the ping thing. I can't get Technorati to accept my blog so there is something amiss here within my settings. MAYBE. I would add more to my blog like pics and content but I am like why bother. NO ONE IS OUT THERE. I think this whole internet thing is a sham. There isn't a large group of world wide people out there on the web searching and surfing. There is, however, stupid me, thinking someone might actually read this crap and respond.
Seriously if there is anyone brave or bored enough to get this far please leave a response on what in heck do I do to get this thing up and going. This is Vega on the sub ground floor digging a hole for herself.
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