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I'm not sure what happened to 2000 or 2001 for that matter. It seemed I had just filled in all the information in the front of my new planner pages and it was time to buy new ones.
It seems like my older daughter when from nightgowns with drawstring closure on the bottom, to dress-up gowns, to prom gowns to graduation gowns in a season.
My younger daughter went from desparately shy child to capable, confident adult in even less time.
I have to remind myself that we bought slow-moving Smokie as a freshly weaned pup to believe Charlie and I have been together for nearly nine years.
Yet, the two weeks since Homeland "Security" pulled the employment plug have been eternal. So many questions with answers unapparent. So many decisions in the hands of others. So much waiting.
A world overcrowded with options disappeared instantly to be replaced by one where every penny counts and no matter what you do, your world is controlled by others.
You don't realize all the choices money buys until they are gone.
Every time the phone rings it could be something to break the deadness. A job interview for me. A buyer for the house. My agent with news about the book. Our older daughter.
But so far, it hasn't.
You can only put so much stuff out there. Eventually something has to come back.
This isn't stopping to smell the roses.
This is just stopping.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-10-25 8:31 AM Time flies, time dies I'm not sure what happened to 2000 or 2001 for that matter. It seemed I had just filled in all the information in the front of my new planner pages and it was time to buy new ones. It seems like my older daughter when from nightgowns with drawstring closure on the bottom, to dress-up gowns, to prom gowns to graduation gowns in a season. My younger daughter went from desparately shy child to capable, confident adult in even less time. I have to remind myself that we bought slow-moving Smokie as a freshly weaned pup to believe Charlie and I have been together for nearly nine years. Yet, the two weeks since Homeland "Security" pulled the employment plug have been eternal. So many questions with answers unapparent. So many decisions in the hands of others. So much waiting. A world overcrowded with options disappeared instantly to be replaced by one where every penny counts and no matter what you do, your world is controlled by others. You don't realize all the choices money buys until they are gone. Every time the phone rings it could be something to break the deadness. A job interview for me. A buyer for the house. My agent with news about the book. Our older daughter. But so far, it hasn't. You can only put so much stuff out there. Eventually something has to come back. This isn't stopping to smell the roses. This is just stopping. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top