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As sand through the hourglass....

Hello.

So the last time I was here was back in November.

December came and went. It was a hard month. My birthday is in December and it was the first one without my Tia. Christmas came. I applied to USC for my master's.

January, I received my letter of acceptance, completed orientation and financial aid... all in one month. Work was going well... not on the top of my game.

The rain came in February...so did my ignition for work. I think my sadness finally faded. I started my first course, a framing course. Four papers in four weeks.


Now here we are in March and my work life is a joke. I went on two major business trips and the CEO has not even asked for an update. The site is running... maybe my department is doing well and floating on... or maybe we are in trouble and he is holding information back.

Am I happy at work? I am with my job. I am with the clients. I am with my peers. Where is my boss? Who is he? That is problem. I so looked forward to fresh leadership and prosperity, however we have chaos and despair.

time alone


Just thinking...
My pictures hold all my words.
...

yesterday







UCLA Football



Worn out, I went to lay down next to our cat on our bed... move over kitty!

Sitting in a bookstore


Sitting at a table near three elders. They are talking about the times when they would sit in front of the TV store on Main Street and watch the world series through the window. They also spoke of taking bread, Bologna and cheese to the lake to go fishing. Popcorn, apples and home made fudge while listening to the radio. Jack Benny? They spoke of this time as the next gilded age. Talking about how everyone is hooked on computers, laptops and smart phones. Yet they are just as hip as the younger generation. Earlier that talked about how they no longer have a long distance service provider because they use their cell phone. They went on to talk about costumes... one saw a family dresses up as Lucille Ball and Desi Arnez. She described the outfit in detail. The "chunky" high heels, dainty cardigan, and long eye lashes. I love listening to stories. I know I'm eves dropping, but they were so intriguing, as they sipped on their coffee and reminisced over the past and discussed the present. However, not once did the conversation ever go to the future. Then, the gentleman got up to look for a book on diabetes. Delightful, that's how one of the ladies described this experience. They all know each other from church. I wish my grandma's had friends like these. People to hang with, that remember the good 'ol days and are living life in the now. They went on to talk about how they love bookstores, but it's hard to find a good book. So here I am. Sitting and typing, while my husband looks for books. I sit sipping on my coffee, typing and wondering if any of it matters, or will I be sitting in the bookstore talking about the good ol days of WiFi, mini computers and watching things on Hulu.

Life, Dia de los Muertos and our yard

Beauty of whatever kind, in it's supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
- Poe













LAst two weeks in October