Sunday, November 29, 2009

My Holiday Letter ( Not)

Dear Friends and Family- Wow, what a year we've had! DH remains unemployed, but is continuing on in his MS in a field that already has too many people in it. Yes, that's right, we will be a hundred thou in debt for a field that has too many applicants! But he's doing great, and besides the grueling daily commute through a tunnel or over a bridge, I have gotten to where I hardly notice that he spends his whole day with women half his age! ( Ergo, half my age!)

The older son has started his first round of psychotropic medications, and we have high hopes! The younger son seems more likely to need some, but he is such an over achiever- we've had to lay down the law and tell him he has to wait until adolescence for his first anti- depressant, just like his brother did. In the mean time, we keep his hair short enough that you barely notice that he is pulling it out!

Both of them still attend school on a daily basis, and both are well known by the office staff! Did I mention that both attend daily! Yes, daily! Next year, we hope the attend daily, as well!

My job has been quite the amusement park ride! There have been four deaths of co-workers immediate family members, as well as a co worker milking her on the job injury ( really) for a year! Got to love it! Add in the person who I offend by breathing in and out, and the management staff that has a revolving door, and yes sir, I am on my toes!

Well, what a year we've had! Happy Holidays to everyone, and have A GREAT new Year!

Love and stuff, the knitting nurse

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

swimming, keep swimming

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Monday, November 09, 2009


WHEN I was younger
it was plain to me
I must make something of myself.
Older now
I walk back streets
admiring the houses
of the very poor:
roof out of line with sides
the yards cluttered
with old chicken wire, ashes,
furniture gone wrong;
the fences and outhouses
built of barrel staves
and parts of boxes, all,
if I am fortunate,
smeared a bluish green
that properly weathered
pleases me best of all colors.

No one
will believe this
of vast import to the nation.

William Carlos Williams