Tag Archives: Divorce

Stuck

I’ve been feeling like the above picture lately – gray, desolate, remote. And I can’t seem to shake the funk I’ve been mired in. It all started a few weeks ago when a promising job opening came my way. I even had a connection that opened the door to an interview. I arrived early (but […]

The ME Factor

What is it about me? Had a really promising interview for a job I really wanted. Really wanted. I thought I nailed it. First interview lasted 45 minutes, the second nearly two hours. Lots of smiles, banter and handshakes. Discussed salary, hours, benefits. Asked for references. I didn’t get it. About the same time last year, the […]

Love for Sale

Source: Queen Bee Coupons, found on the Internet Ah, Valentines’s day. How hard the loved ones labor over selecting just the right gift. Will it be a testament to love? Or will it be a quick dive into any store, rifle through whatever’s left, then pick whatever isn’t damaged or for an 8-year-old? I’ve been […]

Club 57

It was bound to happen sooner or later. I turned 57. Thought about what that meant for more than a few moments. First, I thought about it numerically: 5+7=12. 12÷2=6. 6÷2=3. 1+2=3. 6×2=12. Now, that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but to me it seems that 12, 6 and 3 all have something […]

Slipping Backwards

It all started when I glanced at those pictures on my phone. I have too many of them and I’d thought I’d delete a few hundred. This way, I’d have room for a few hundred more. There were so many pictures I had no use for anyway, like photos of something I thought about purchasing, […]

Shift

It comes over me unexpectedly sometimes. Today started off all right. Was in a pretty good mood when I began my shift at Phipp’s. Sure, there was a chorus of crying babies, but then again, when isn’t there? A flat filled with boxes of household cleaners and soaps awaited me. Wasting no time, I dug […]

Thirty Years To A Better You

Thirty years ago I joined a gym, ostensibly to quit smoking but in reality, to check out the scene. Jack LaLanne ruled back then, inviting flabby sorts to get fit. I wasn’t really flabby, but I didn’t have a stellar set of muscles, either. But maybe I’d find a new set of muscles to go […]