Recommended Reading

I recently read and was astounded by Jill Bolte-Taylor's My Stroke of Insight. Everyone in the health care profession should read or listen to her.

Last night I finished Darkness Visble, A Memoir of Madness by William Styron. I recommend this rich book for anyone who has experienced depression and especially for those who haven't.

Rounding out my current top three titles is The Migraine Brian by Caroln Bernstein, MD and Elaine McCurdle. If you or a loved one suffers from bad headaches or has been diagnosed with migraines, this is must reading.

Trust me.

Stevie Wonder

A voice of my youth that I remember floating through the air across the city park pool in Parkersburg was Little Stevie Wonder. Today he sang at Michael Jackson's memeorial service.

"I Never Dreamed You'd Leave In Summer"

I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
I thought you would go then come back home
I thought the cold would leave by summer
But my quiet nights will be spent alone

You said there would be warm love in springtime
That was when you started to be cold
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find myself all alone

You said then you'd be the life in autumn
Said you'd be the one to see the way
I never dreamed you'd leave in summer
But now I find my love has gone away

Why didn't you stay?

"They Won't go when I go"

No more lying friends
Wanting tragic ends
Though they do pretend
They won't go when I go

All those bleeding hearts
With sorrows to impart
Were right here from the start
And they won't go when I go

And I'll go where I've longed
To go so long
Away from tears

Gone from painful cries
Away from saddened eyes
Along with him I'll bide
Because they won't go when I go

Big men feeling small
Weak ones standing tall
I will watch them fall
They won't go when I go

And I'll go where I've longed
To go so long
Away from tears

Unclean minds mislead the pure
The innocent will leave for sure
For them there is a resting place
People sinning just for fun
They will never see the sun
For they can never show their faces
There ain't no room for
the hopeless sinner
Who will take more
than he will give
He ain't hardly gonna give

The greed of man will be
Far away from me
And my soul will be free
They won't go when I go

Since my soul conceived
All that I believe
The kingdom I will see
'Cause they won't go when I go

When I go
Where I'll go
No one can keep me
From my destiny.

Day five of retirement

Up and out to the pancake breakfast at the Thomas Fire hall. Then to church.

As it was cool and rainy and we were both feeling lazy or uninspired we did not take in the Community Chorus concert or teh annual symphony perforamnce.

Tomorrow to conquer the world. Well, maybe start.

July 4

I've been feelin' so good lately I could cake walk into town...

Repurposing

Who made up that word?

A new house two 1/2 years ago, but now I am in it full time. We are looking at the rooms thinking about how to best use them. Ed is mostly out and about. Maggie has one more year of HS. Abbey visits often, Walt and Sam more rarely. Kayce still fits with Maggie.

We came up with a furniture waltz in teh living room that I think will work quite nicely.

You see we have some functional pieces-TV and couch. Then we have many sentimental pieces most from family and pleasing to the eye. It iwll be fun as soon as I find some of those miracle slide-y furniture round thingies.

Second

Day 2, July 2. How convenient. I know it won't take long to lose count.

Loading the car and getting ready to drive. Last book group last night, but we are going to try skype.

Goodbye to Cindy. What a blessing to have shared the last year with her. Richness.

I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me
If you still want me
Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Bus driver, please look for me
'cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison
And my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree
It's been three long years
Do ya still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus
Forget about us
Put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon round the old oak tree

Now the whole damned bus is cheerin'
And I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons round the old oak tree

I'm comin' home

Jully 1, so it begins

Yesterday I pushed hard to finish up paper work, order supplies, identify things for other employees, say goodbye to those who called, clean off the desk and computer. Bob and Gail sent flowers which I forgot in the building and went back for. I took them to the house on the Island then drove to the Grove to pick up prescriptions. On the drive to the Grove, I started sniveling.

By the time I got back to teh house I was crying, so I called Phill and then Abbey.

But that seems to have passed now. I did want to note it as I can't remember the last time I cried.

I don't feel finished at the Hall(3yrs)there are still things I wanted to do which was not true at Telemarketing(5 yrs), Blennerhassett(7yrs), or Blackwater(8yrs).

Wheeling has been great fun. I will miss the library, Lois and her family, Cindy and her friends, my reading group, the downtown marketing group, the history folks and my other co-workers. It has been a good run.

Tomorrow I will drive to Tucker County and be immersed in house work and unpacking. I have a busy July waiting. Back to loading the car and having the dogs follow me around.