Funny how things turn out isn't it?
When I got tired of/too old for working in a factory I got a chance to go back to school.
When given the choice of what to be re-trained for i thought to myself..."wouldn't it be cool to work in a nice, air-conditioned office for a change?"
I've always been fond of/good at numbers so I decided to train for an Accounting Clerk diploma.
I got a beautiful chance to be an Office manager at a nursing home. I was in training for the exceptionally well paying job.
The funny thing is, I discovered that I am absolutely, as a human being, totally ill-equipped to work in an office environment. I just can't do the "fitting in" thing with a bunch of office women. I'm not adept enough at light, meaningless conversations. I'm nowhere near fashion-wise. I can't "lunch with the managers", preferring to be by myself, alone with my thoughts, when I eat. There should be a course somewhere that one could take to prepare them for the office environment. My people skills suck...at least when it comes to dealing with the same people on a day-to-day basis...forever.
I passed on the well-paying Office managers job.
Now I'm working in a gas station. A nicely air-conditioned gas station at that. Here, when I only have to see a person for maybe 2 minutes, my people skills excel.
I love my girls.
They are so different from each other.
Klick (aka "squirt"). Has to sleep under the blankets, curled up with her back under my chin so I can put my arm around her...or stretched out along my spine with her nose in the nape of my neck. If I move in the night and uncover her, she'll nudge me, making a funny growly/purry sound, until I wake up and let her under again. She's one of the smartest, most intuitive dogs I've ever known. Mini Schnauzer/Jack Russell Terrier mix.
Sandi (aka "doofus" or "princess"). Sweet, always happy. Very sensitive to our moods. Not the swiftest creature on the face of the planet but I love her dearly! Doesn't like to get her feet wet, even hates the dew on the grass. She's such a princess!! American Cocker Spaniel.
Angel (aka "little white wonder"). A constant concern! Always does a "happy dance" wiggle when she us, or a cat, or one of the other girls, like she hasn't seen us for days. Good natured and sweet. She's Mommies little Angel. Westie.
Summer is officially here. It's H*O*T...by Canadian standards anyways. It actually hit 90 degrees F the other day!
The gardens are in full swing, colour is in it's full glory. The cats and dogs are flaked out on every available surface within fan range.
A few garden shots....
|Lamb's Ears, Bee Balm(Monarda), Rudbeckia||Adam's Needle|
|Rudbeckia (yeah, I like them)||Feverfew, Rose Campion, Stella D'Oro Lily|
What is it with dreams anyways? They give you tidbits of information and then leave it up to you to figure out what the dickens it all means.
I've been dreaming a lot lately. Vivid, emotional, occasionally disturbing dreams that stay with me no matter how hard I try to forget them.
I dreamnt I got hired in an exciting new job. I'd evenn recognize the lady if I saw her in real life...but do you think the stupid dream would tell me where it was?
I dreamnt that I ran away from home...but the fool dream didn't let me know where I managed to run away to with 3 dogs, 7 cats and 3 pigeons.
The most disturbing dream of all. I dreamnt I was in some futuristic store that sold alcohol (which is weird because I don't even drink). Walked out of the store, saw across the lot to a white car that had a little dog tied to the bumper. The driver obviously had forgotten about the little dog because he drove right over it. The dogs eyes met mine and to this day, after 3 weeks, I am haunted by those eyes. Then I woke up. I'm so bothered by the dream that every time I take the car out I circle around it to make sure there isn't a dog tied to my bumper.
Some people claim that dreams are trying to guide us...but for the life of me I have no idea how....
I'm so looking forward to this new site of Dave's being created. It is truly a wondrous experience to be present at the very beginning...watching things evolve and take on shape.
Here's a toast to new beginnings!!