MONDAY…
--- Work on civil set ups for the first time in a year. I do ok at it I guess.
--- Lunch with Melissa and Megan… and Mike. A late birthday lunch for Megan.
Tuesday…
--- Tired and long day at work. Nothing out of the ordinary but just one of those days when it seems like the clock runs backwards. I’m in QC most of the day (which doesn’t help make the day go fast) but end things with two hours in AFIS.
WEDNESDAY…
--- Long day again… but not as bad as yesterday. The TCE rankings come out in the afternoon (telling how the temporary employees in the office rank). It’s good news for some of my friends and not so good for others.
--- Out to a movie this evening with Linda J. Children of Men is a good movie.
THURSDAY…
--- Home sick. I’m not miserable but just extremely tired with a headache. I know there are flu’s around the office starting like that… and I know I’d be little use work wise. So I stay home, go back to bed for an hour in the afternoon, and rest up.
FRIDAY…
--- More energy today so I venture in with the bad weather. The office is half empty and, with the weather getting worse as the day goes on, we’re sent home at
SATURDAY…
--- I plan a lazy day… and have it for the most part. But at
Storms
Storms of home sit you down
They take you from your routine
And tell you to take it easy…
Not to worry, a workout will follow if ever you want to drive again.
Storms of here pinch and tease.
Not enough to end your day.
Just enough to make it a pain…
You venture out and deal with the incompetence of the fearful.
Storms of home put you in your place.
You’re reminded, with certainty,
That nature can still be boss…
Sheets of white howl over you, covering all that man has laid down.
Storms of here feel soft and sappy.
Worst parts last for only a few minutes
Before giving way to gentle fluttering…
The most violent moments are as those of a snow globe shortly after a shake from a child.
Storms of home leave unplowed roads.
Days of isolation, as in days gone by.
By foot is the only way to travel old, narrow roads…
It brings neighbors together as they chuckle about the white mounds that were once cars.
Storms of here are quickly pushed aside.
Plows and blowers clear roads within hours.
As regular as an intermission Zamboni…
It allows neighbors to remain estranged as they hop in cars and make themselves busy.
Storms… they tell us a lot… about ourselves.
3 comments:
This is a very good poem! You should send it somewhere and see if you can get it published.
Hmmm ... 5 girls and 2 guys ... couldn't have been all THAT innocent. ;-)
Children of Men was a great movie. I thoroughly enjoyed that one.
thanks mom... shut up Sammy!
But yes, it was a powerful movie. There are scenes in that thing that have stuck with me ever since watching it.
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