I started school for Pharmacy Technician 9 weeks ago. I have been so involved in just trying to keep up that time has just flown by. The program is 18 weeks and broken down into 2 classes, Pharmacy and Math. I have managed to pass both. I am truly grateful for the ability to take the course and the mind to continue in it.
My husband and I are slowly healing over the loss of our dog Kola. A cat showed up the week that she passed. An orange tabby that no one is sure of the sex. He/she has become the neighborhood cat. My next door neighbor is feeding it. He/she comes over daily for some loving and to sleep in the garage at night. We are trying to find a home for it. My husband, who is not a cat person, said Kola did not send the cat. We laugh because he was the first to buy food and started petting it. He wants to keep it around but refuses to let it in the house. Being in Michigan, I am concerned for the winter.
My thoughts and prayers are with those going through hurricane Irene on the east coast. The drama queen in me misses the excitement that surrounds the approaching hurricane but the sober, serene me is quite happy being a thousand miles away from the turmoil.
How was I supposed to know? Wisdom and rantings of a fifty-something woman who happens to be sober and crazy.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Kola Bear

Death is Nothing At All
Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.
Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?
I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.
All is well.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
A New Day
Monday, March 21, 2011
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