both the heroes

Not Necessarily Identical

It's what you see and how you see it.

I knew and worked with two nurses who were sisters.  Actually, in this town they are known as "the Twins."  They are identical right down to their genetics.

For some odd reason, I was, (aside from some family), the ONLY one who could tell them apart.  Yes, even when only one of them appeared before me.  This appealed to them greatly and made me an honored friend.

I had met D's husband and as I sometimes do, found he reminded me of someone . . . Clark Kent, and told her so.  Shortly there after, in frustration to get her to answer an overhead page at work, I paged Lois Lane.  She not only answered the page but thought it absolutely wonderful. 

Sisters do talk.

I was then invited to S's wedding.  Completely unaware that there was eager anticipation for me to meet her betrothed.

"Tell me!  Tell me!   Who does he remind you of????"

Ah ha!  I feel a bus bearing down on me, but it was actually easy, in that sharp tux he did remind me of someone . . .

"James Bond."

"Oh."

The disappointment was palpable.

"Well what does that make ME?"

Ah, now I see, it's THEIR persona that was sooo important.

"A Bond Girl."

"Whoo-hoo, I'm a Bond Girl!"

It was a lovely wedding.

Oh, and both ladies, not long after, had gastric bi-pass surgery.

Maybe now, others see them that way too.

into the dark water

Dark water indeed . . .

Rain and more rain.

The wet does make it difficult to get anything done outside, and if I even get the lawn mowed . . . it just needs to be mowed again the day after next!

 I guess the swans out on the river like it

 Awfully pretty, isn't he?

Like a watery Monet painting

turned away

110 Days

nearly 4 Months

1/3 of a Year

I've been back in New England

Back to my House
Back to my Job

Back to my Friends

or not.

I left suddenly, and gaps had to be filled.  You can't and shouldn't just unfill those gaps.  (With my job, I was lucky  . . . a gap appeared in time.)

I've made many efforts, but the heart does not seem to be in it from the other side.  At what point do I take the hint, (in this age of high tech. communication), and accept that I now inhabit the Christmas card list only?

110 days.

Perhaps, it was easier when I was 740 miles away . . . now it is just awkward.

110 days.

The 758 days were harder then anyone knows, except perhaps my Mother.  I so looked forward to coming back.  I did not expect things to be the same, it was 758 days of Life for them too, I just thought I would fit in somewhere.

110 days.   

 it is time to let go, and mourn . . .

but,

I will always hope.

Peace, love and joy to all,

in heaps

Did I mention snow???

This was yesterday after a day of snow . . .

I lost half my Dogwood in the Halloween storm . . .

Now this?

But wait,

There's More . . .

it kept snowing.

My town . . . 12.5 inches.

Two SNOWs this "season"

ONE

Halloween

and

Two

March 1st

don't even ask about the inbetween,

rain, bitter cold, ridiculously warm, etc.

glasses upon their heads

I've had many an Optician frown at my glasses, as I ask them to put new lens in my old frames.

"but really, they are terribly out of style!  Look these would be soo cute on you . . ."

Yes, but MINE cover my eyes well . . .

Now that my glasses are CLEAN, I'm going to go shower the red stuff out of my hair, check to see if there are any spots I have to soak off my scrub top, I wore my crocs - so they clean easily, and due to the foot of snow - I wore jeans, so no problem.

Since it wasn't my patient I was at the foot of the bed assisting, of course I did later ambu from on top of the bed as 4 others transferred the patient to the ambulance gurney.

I like red,

but for now,

I will take it this way.

PS
This has been the topper for the worst week EVAH.

Life,

what is it but a

Dream?

I have returned from the "looking glass life", although things seem almost as upside down and backwards as it was there. 

I contacted many companies (magazines, financials, insurance, etc.) to give my new (old) home address and contact info.

One sent me a letter confirming the address change and "thank you for contacting us with your new address" . . . they sent it to my Mother's house and it arrived here with a YELLOW postal tag on it with this address and a "could you please get off your butt and notify these people that you have moved!!" 

My new insurance kicked in last week, so AT LONG LAST, I no longer need to pay COBRA insane amounts of money.  However, even though I dutifully filled out the paperwork with all correct and pertinent information, my new card came with my Mother's address on it.  Human Resources is working on this little mystery . . . but basically they look at me and shake their collective head . . . they know, it's ME.  if anything can go wrong it will happen to me!  I have heard "we've NEVER had that happen before" so many times!  Banks, insurances, car loans, schools, any where there is a computer involved . . . I think I cause them to have seizures.

Sigh.

such dreamy weather

Now,

I feel like I'm back in

New England!

 

London is the capital of Paris

Snow Squalls

and

Traffic

or course there is snow in London Ont.

you want me to walk them WHERE?

Ah yes, fine weather for Paris

Uh Oh

First 5 vehicle, outside Brantford Ont.

2nd five vehicle

I was thankful that I packed the car so solidly that NOTHING moved when I had to stop suddenly.

Of course, the weight of the loaded car helped immeasurably with stopping.

I never slid.

Did not mean I wanted anyone else sliding into me!



a thousand pounds an inch

Moving

When I packed the car, (and it did take a full 2 days), not a square inch was left open - - except to be able to drive legally.

there is a light on IN this trunk and underbed boxes so far back you can't even see them

the "missing dogs"

My lunch bag way over against the window so it would stay cold

note the seatbelted duffle

more seatbelts in use . . . even the shampoo bottle is just stuffed in spare space

I still have a few things left at my Mom's . . . a quilt, a coat, etc.

I get my vacation time in 6 months.

strange Adventures

I feel strange being home,

at work,

my fellow orientee and I have taken to counting

"broken necks" . . .

The conference room is on

the main floor off a busy hallway.

It has a door with a window

and I sit directly across from it. 

The "broken necks" are all the people who peek in as they walk by and then do spectacular double takes.  Monday we were up to 21, when the maintenance man almost did a back flip and then just stood there gaping. 

The questions

1.  Why are YOU in orientation?

I was gone for 2 years.

2.  2 Years?  Really?

Dec. 2009.

3.  You still have to work nights?

I prefer nights, actually.

thanks Mary

Team Work

I do basic orientation, (fire safety, lift use, policy/procedure, etc.), for 5 days.  Then I start the Night Schedule with orientation . . . for one night.  The Director of Nursing wanted to know if that was okay.  Sure, no problem, if I need help, they won't leave me flapping in the wind!