back home

I am back home in Alabama at last. The time spent in Baton Rouge was not as great as we thought it would be. The town has changed a lot since the hurricanes. The traffic is bad, people run lights and cut you off. There are so many more people there now.

I got a job with the state. I think I made a mistake. It  was with the Dept of Revenue. They hired over 200  temporary workers because of the delays granted in filing taxes because of the hurricanes. It was very high pressure, nothing like the state of Alabama.

I have my job back but I am having a hard  time adjusting to the laid back ways. I keep feeling pressured to  work, work, work even when the work is finished. Down in Baton Rouge the work was never finished. We even worked overtime a lot. The workers attitudes about that is very angry.

I hope I can start relaxing and get back to writing. I have had to delete journal entries when I got so many alerts I couldn't read them all. I was mostly go to bed get up go to work go to bed get up etc.

We did try to do things on the weekends like touring old plantation homes and attending festivals. But after a while they all run together. We started going to thrift stores and buying books so now I have five boxes of books and no place to put them. I really need to have a huge closet cleaning but I'd rather be on my computer.

Jane

A talent

If I could choose one talent it would be to sing. To sing you don't need to carry a pen and paper, you don't need brushes or paints and wait for things to dry, you don't have to lug around an instrument or have a huge piano. You take everything you need with you. If I could sing I would never shut up. I would like to sing like a girl version of Josh Groban. Maybe like Charlotte Church or Enya or even Carrie Underwood. No,  I take that back, don't like the new country music. Just would like to look like her.

Daybreak

                                                                           
A wind came up out of the sea,

And said," Oh mists, make room for me."

It hailed the ships, and cried,

"Sail on ye mariners

The night is gone."

And hurried landward far away,

Crying, " Awake! it is the day."

It said unto the forest, " Shout!

Hang all your leafy banners out!"

It touched the wood bird's folded wing,

And said, "Oh bird, awake and sing."

And o'er the farms, "O chanticleer ,

Your clarion blow; the day is near."

It whispered to the fields of corn,

"Bow down, and hail the coming morn."

It shouted throught the belfry tower,

"Awake, O bell! proclaim the hour."

It crossed the churchyard  with a sigh,

And said," Not yet! In quiet lie."

 

 

author unknown

from my collectionof poems at age 16

 

 

the bluebird

When God had made a host of them

One little flower still lacked a stem

To hold it's blossom blue;

So into it he breathed  a song,

And suddenly, with petals strong

As wings, away it flew.

Emily Dickinson

(I think!)