I sat on the bench outside the double glass doors at work and watched the sunrise this morning. Above the tops of evergreens the sky went from lavendar to pink to peach to white to blue. A sliver of moon was left and one twinkley star. Very pretty. I never liked a red streaked sky. Of all nature, the sky is my favorite. Sometimes when I'm driving and look up at unusual clouds, or when I'm leaving for work and the sky is black with thousands of bright white stars, I whisper "thank you God!". I can't help but think he's styled it just for me. What an ego I have!

"The stars are soft as flowers, and as near. The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun. No separate leaf or single blade is here, all blend to one." -Dorothy Parker

A lot has happened since I last posted, naturally, as it's been over half a year and I have never been a girl of routine.

Most important, I've started a new job. I ended a long year of the ever stressful Med-Surg at the hospital and am now at a nursing home. I loved the hospital. It was my first nursing job and raised my knowledge bank enormously compared to when I graduated. But months of frazzle is hard on a lady and so I took the less stressful graveyard shift as a charge nurse of a upper middle class nursing home. I really like it. I am all hustle and bustle at work, quite the opposite of my outside life. I have always been plagued by disorganization and procrastination but as a nurse I am organized, always on time, if not early, at all times eager to learn everything there is to know at the facility. Against my past life, I am a model of efficiency. And always striving to be better.

I'm planning two gorgeous trips in October: one to Denver to see my brother and anothern to Des Moines to a rather beautiful B&B for my anniversary.

My marriage is lovely and we are approaching our 3rd year anniversary. Everyone asks when the babies are coming, and they may be coming soon. Who knows? A little old lady at work told me the other day, "You need to get that damned old husband of yours to get busy and give you some babies!" Never end a paragraph with a quote, although I have nothing more to add here. My high school English teacher was quite strict about that.

Now that I've written a short novel I'll end, though there is lots more to write. I'll post soon. I wonder if anyone even checks this page anymore?