Soul Remnants

Saturday, June 28, 2003

 
Thank God for the grey morning accompanied by a gentle rain. I may actually get some housework and laundry done. It is just too confining to do household chores when the sun has been out everyday this week, the sun hot, the air sultry and the pool beckoning. I could get used to my current half day schedule, but alas, this coming week will bring it to a close and I will be back to work full-time.

Good news this week: my grandson passed and will be entering eighth grade. Believe me, there was plenty of doubt regarding this achievement. I haven't heard any news as to my granddaughter's school prgress, but I am assuming that she also made the grade and will be entering second grade in the fall.

And as much as I would rather write than clean, I love clean rooms, clean bedding and the sense of accomplishment when the house is in order...so I am off to put things right.
Coyote Girl 6/28/2003 10:30:00 AM

Thursday, June 26, 2003

 
Had to coax myself out of the bed this morning, then dilly-dallied around until I knew I would be late for work. Pitiful actually since I'm only working four hours a day. I made it through my first week back at work doing 8 hours a day, but spent most of the weekend sleeping and by Monday, I decided I just wasn't ready for full-time as my body is still in recovery mode from my lung surgery. I didn't work Monday and contacted my doctor who put me on half days for the next two weeks.
You'd think that since I only had to work four hours, I could be timely. But I wasn't and because I knew I was going to be late, I took my time driving to work. The road to work is a winding, narrow country back road and this morning I took my time to enjoy the journey. The
sun was filtering soft golden light through the scrub oaks and loblolly pines except in the areas
where the light was strangled by the ever invasive kudzu, which attempts to reclaim the
woods every year, and by honeysuckle and trumpet vines. Two huge turkey vultures were
breakfasting on last night's road kill as I came over a small bridge that stradles a creek. I
assume the creek has a name if it warrants a bridge, but this morning it was simply a
place to dine al fresco. Driving past the tobacco fields, it was hard not to think of all the grief
that the plant has brought to people's lives and yet for so may years, it was a real source of
economic security for the growers. There is almost always a duality to everything. The number
of tobacco fields appear to dwindle every year and I know I will miss them if they disappear.
Now past the wholesale nursery where a long, long row of cedar trees stand like sentinels at
e road's edge guarding the crepe myrtles which are just starting to bloom and the English holly
bushes whose green leaves are so shiny and dark, they appear to be in shadow. Then past
the horse farm where the paddocks glowed like square emeralds with the morning dew on the
grass.

And in a blink of an eye, I'm in town and work is just two miles away. Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to
work I go.
Coyote Girl 6/26/2003 08:35:00 PM