Say What?

First Sister
Ok, here is another funny story for sister.

I recently took a 2 week vacation. It has been about 3 years since I took that much time off work at one time. My job is really pretty easy for me, but it can be difficult for others because usually I do it all myself and no one else has much of an idea of what or how I do things, which is not much and not often.

Anyway, my boss and poor brother had to do part of my job while was gone. They both took it quite hard. They were really glad when I got back.

You know how Windows now comes with several computer wizards. Well, I am the computer wizard of our department at work. While I was gone they had problems with the digital camera. After I got back, as I was changing the batteries in the camera, my boss said she thought one set of batteries was bad and we should mark them A’s and B’s. I took the 2 batteries out of the camera and wrote A’s and Bees on the side of both batteries. She said, “What are you doing?” I said, “I am marking the batteries with A’s and Bees like you said.” She said, “Boy, I missed you.” and turned around and left.

Now, sister, don't you feel sorry for me. Most of what you post has to do with your leisure activities because most all your activities are leisure. Most of my activities are work activities. Even if I don’t have to work very hard, ‘the job’ still takes up most of my waking hours. I like my job because it was tailor made for me, but still, I would rather not.

Spell Checker

First Sister
Today, as many days, I awoke at 3 am and could not go back to sleep. So, this would be a perfect time to blog the blog. I need to write something cheerful for sister, cause I made her cry. Writing things that make people cry is my specialty.

My funny story for today. I have a rather caustic tongue. At work, I try to curb my tongue so as not to get in too much trouble. Last month I was writing a message to Mr. Grigg trying to be on my best behavior because he had roused my anger. At the end of the message I meant to write I am sorry for your inconvenience, but the helpful spell checker in word changed my misspelled inconvience to incontinence. I did not notice this until after the message was sent. Of course, I had to tell my boss. She laughed so hard she incontinenced herself.

Absalom, Oh Absalom, The Second Son

First Sister
I have two sons. One son is almost his Daddy made over. The second son is more me with some of his Daddy’s demons. He is the son after mine own heart. He also has much of my father in him. Sometimes, when I see him standing off in the distance, it is like seeing my father come back to life. But he is not me or my father made over, because my father and I would wrestle our demons to the death. I really, really hate to lose. My son lets his demons win again and again. Every once in a while, I let my guard down and think he has finally grown up and past all that, but I suspect that will never be. Recently I was talking to him about his troubles. I told him I would literally lie down and die to make things right for him. But, there is no way anyone else can do this for him. I believe the only help there is comes from within our own selves. If one cannot help ones self, there is no help to be had. I cannot go with my son on his journey, but as long as he continues to travel to the valleys, I will follow along, separately, in the shadows. This poem was written about my son with the demons. It is as current today as it was over a decade ago when I wrote it.



Absalom, Oh Absalom

Copyright © 1994 by Fleta Aday.

I have walked the halls of darkness
In the deepest valleys of despair
Where a single ray of sunshine
Can bring joy beyond compare.

For it is only in its absence,
We can appreciate peace of mind.
The simplest little pleasures
are turned to ecstasy by the climb.

To Blog, or not to Blog, not so easy

First Sister
Ok, I think I have an idea about the blog posting thing. I think I will type my bloggy stuff in word and offline and past it into the bloggy thingy. And, I think maybe I will post some of my poems.

Maybe my hesitation about the bloggy thingy, is that I see the posts as a daily journal or diary of ones own thoughts and feelings, BUT what mostly occupies my own thoughts and feelings must mostly be kept private and can not be hung out for public viewing. My poems are private thoughts for public viewing, so I will try a poem.