Wordless Wednesday

LDR, Work and Food.

I know that there are some great things about being in a long distance relationship (LDR). One of the great things is that we talk when we can about all kinds of things. It has I think opened up a line of communication that might not be there if the relationship was not LD. She can't see unless I show her how messy my house is at the moment. For right now I think that is it about the good things about being in a LDR. No, I am not going to whine about it again, at least not for a while.

I applied for and might possibly have a job a "real" job at a local hospital. I do have a job now but it is one that has me spoiled in many ways. With my current job I don't have to worry about getting permission to take time off for anything. With the new one I will. That makes me feel like I'm in Jr High and need a pass to go and pee.

There are some good things about this new job. I know for some it would be that I am actually going to work full time and have a regular paycheck. Nope, I with in 30 days get benefits. Woohoo!!! I will have medical and dental and possibly optical. I am not sure what they are and what they are not but that will make some people happy.

The other good news is that I will be working 12 hour NOC's. 1900 to 0730 back on nights full time. Oh, I love working nights, not a lot of admins, therapists, family about. Work can actually get done.

So tonight as I am up all night again. I have made spaghetti sauce, it should be done at about late afternoon. The longer it simmers and cooks the better it tastes, then what I do as I make 6 quarts of the stuff. I freeze it. The recipe is from my grandmother and she got it from an old Italian man. Why he gave it to an Irish woman I will never know. I can tell you that for one batch it takes 8 cloves of garlic and 8 med onions. Oh, it smells so good cooking away.

LDR's Suck

I love my Honey, but I have to say that Long Distance Relationships suck. They suck, suck, suck.

Honey has been working 15 plus hours days this past month, and then going in on weekends all to get out reports on money. Oh and not real money this is numbers on paper money. Anyway, because she has been working so much and I am trying to work and the only shifts I have been getting are 12 hour nights we have not even had a good long conversation on the phone for almost a week.

Right now I don't want to talk to her. I want to hold her and look into her eyes and see that she is ok. Not all stressed out, exhausted from working all those long hours. I want to come home and snuggle up for a few minutes before she has to go into work and I fall asleep.

I just miss her so much. I know that she misses me too. I have to quit writing or I am going to start crying. I love you Honey.

Hobbies

There are a lot of hobbies out there to choose from. Some of the hobbies that are chosen are picked for us, I have a doll collection that my mom start for me when I was born. My sister it was music boxes, my brother baseball cards. My Honey has a glass collection.

Then there are the hobbies that we inflict upon ourselves some are costly and others are not. Many are time consuming. From woodworking to music to oh I don't know. I happen to do counted cross stitching, it is time consuming, can be very costly, frustrating and many many people think that is it just boring. One of the things I hear about my hobby is that "I don't have enough patience." I think that is a cop out patience can be learned. But that is a rabbit trail for another time.

That first picture is of The Last Supper by Leonardo da Vivci. The ruler is there to show the size of the project. When it is done I don't know what I am going to do with that one. I started it because someone I had heard did one and that it was huge took up most of a wall. I think that she did it in actual size. I am doing it as small as I can without working on a cloth called evenweave, I could have done it on linen as well but I don't like working on that either.

The other picture is one third done and it is called Day Surrendering Unto Night by Sheila Wolk. This one Honey loves and so I am doing it for her. She said when I am done with and we can be together she wants to hang it over our bed. There are some cross stitching that can be done in under 40 hours but not these. Day is taking me 6 hours to do 600 stitches.

When I am done with Day I am going to do some smaller faster ones before going on to something harder.

Book Club

Yesterday was the monthly book club meeting. For this month we read and discussed the book World Without Us, by Alan Weisman. This is not an overnight easy read, this is one of those books where a chapter a day is almost to much information at one time. The book is easily and well written for the lay person and not the scientists. The book is based on the premise that humans just vanished from the planet and what would happen to the earth based on the things that we have left behind.

Mr. Weisman writes about how long it would take for a city to be destroyed, how long it would take for the oil fields and refineries to burn if they burn, what plants and animals would survive etc. One thing that he did talked about that I am thinking of is a green burial.

Now, when one is buried there is a coffin, then a concrete box, and in some cases this is again enclosed in a metal box. Where even with embalming after so many years all this is protecting is human soup. In a green burial there is a hole dug, the body tossed in, buried where it can then nourish the earth like it should.

This month we are reading The Zero, by Jess Walter. I am only a few pages into this book and I can tell that I am going to have a hard time reading it. This book seems to be not focused, and written from inside a depressed mind (the main character). I have a hard time with books like that maybe because I work with a lot of people with mental disabilities. I don't know I will have to wait and see what happens.

Death

On Saturday I worked at a Hospice, when ever I work there I think of death. Not m death, but how people react to death. Everyone knows that all things must die eventually, and it always amazes me that for some death comes as a surprise. I am not referring to the sudden deaths that are from accidents, but the ones that come from a long fight with an illness. I don't know if people block out the fact that death is inevitable or if they think that some cure, or something is going to happen to bring their loved one back from the edge.

It also amazes me that some of the family members and friends go out of their way to support the staff. There are families who do everything for the patient except meds, then apologize to the nursing staff when the Rn's have to come in and change out the pain pumps.

It could be to that I just have a very different view of death than most people out there. I have always seen death not as an end but as the next step in the adventure of life. I do miss those who have gone one, but it is me that I feel sorry for the fact that I miss them, that I will never see them. Not that they will never see me, I don't know what they see. ( I would hate to know that they can watch me in the shower.)

Then there are the patients who come in and go out of our lives for just a day or even a few hours, and these people lead or guide us into a changed outlook of our lives. I never know who they are or where I am going to meet them, but I am grateful that they have come into my life.