The big yellow machine that clears sidewalks in town after a snow storm just finished plowing on Cross Street. Stellina hopped into my lap. Her eyes are vivid gold/green in her grey face. Her ears are soft and feel cold. A big oil tanker moved quickly down the road. It must be empty to move so fast. A man just whizzed by on a bicycle! It’s around 20 F under a brilliant blue cloudless sky. Lunch is over and we settle in to write.
I am thankful for the day off. 12:12 p.m. Normally, I’d be getting back to my desk after a little yoga on the lunch hour. Escape, the escape would be over and back to the grind I would be. When I was a teenager, I understood that office work was not for me. The idea of being trapped inside with a bunch of people all day sounded terrible. I had to take an office job when I was in my late 30’s. Why? Pay rent, pay bills, why else?
I’ve managed to stay quite friendly with a few colleagues from that job in Sturbridge. Regular work folks are fine. Brushes with the C suite happened. They were the ones to duck and dodge. Why? It wasn’t clear back then. Many years and several moves around showed me the other side. Yes, best to duck and dodge, nuf said!
It’s hard for quiet people to be who they are. All my life, I enjoyed most the quiet days with no other person around. I love to cook, love to walk and listen to music. Nobody else, except the cats of course. Cats are still around. Stellina gave a big kitty sigh and is trying to snuggle in for the rest of the all day nap.
All I need to be settled is a good book, warm slippers and a cup of tea. All I need to be happy is hearing the creak of the radiator as the heat comes on. All is well to feed the birds everyday. A walk outside when it’s above 30 I’ll do, but I am getting too old for less than. I could have done a burn today. The brush pile is huge. I have the permit but a stiff occasional wind and the cold keep me inside. It can wait.
The papers are coming together. By next week, I ought to have what I need to find a lawyer. It’s about time I made a will. I know what I want to do, just need to get the task ready. Three days of chores, errands and quiet. Three days to do and do not as Yoda would say. A deep sleep in Saturday. All the recycled stuff out. A big tomato soup cooked. Yoga to do in an hour. I liked it yesterday. I felt good! Tomorrow, we’ll have a swim late in the afternoon. Gotta keep moving.
I miss this blog. I miss having stories to write and playing around with the posting. A day to be quiet means everything. Already, I feel the gathering tensions of having to get up, get ready and tolerate, simply tolerate the day until it’s over. See, I work to live. I am worn out thinking it’ll work out. They’re empty. They don’t care. It’s mostly a big fake show of getting along. No matter how big or small the work place, I was right, the office shenanigans ain’t for me.
Never mind. Enjoy the day, tidy up the closet. There goes that guy again in the other direction, whizzing along on his bike! Wow he’s getting his exercise in. This what I see out my front window. There goes the Sherman Oil truck, two! A second one is headed out. Lunch hour must be over and heat’s gotta work today.
To be continued…
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