CoCo's Corner

I've been doing what I do for a very long time to make a living.  I've been at my job for 32 years.  I've loved my job for the most part every minute.  I have had down times, and very seldom have I felt that it was time to leave. That has changed over the last few weeks.  I've had a run of emotions during that time; anger, frustration, overlooked, out-of-the-loop.  There was no single thing that caused this, but an accumulation of things that have happened. I literally ran away from work this week - I took a week off on a moment's notice.  This is something I have never done before in my life - with the exception of funerals.  My plan was to never go back.  I was going to retire and just walk away from everything I knew.  Not that I was prepared for this, because I know I need another job.  But, I was planning to just go forward and if I had to work at Arctic Circle or Walmart I was prepared to do it.  I went so far to go to the city and get all my paperwork rea

Nothing more frustrating than wanting something so desperately.  Finally getting your hands on it.  Not loving it.  And finding no satisfaction from it.  This goes for many things in my life right now, including Robin Eggs.

I found this poem.   The author's name is David Harris.  Mr. Harris, thank you for putting my feelings down so succinctly.   Perfect for my world right now: No Voice There are times when we feel we have no voice we are suffocated by circumstances. Our voice is lost in the void; we wander with eyes open and no mouth for things to say. Those around us are oblivious that our presence is near. We are invisible with only our ears to hear. We have no voice to shout our protests clear, no voice to vent our anger at what we can hear. Our voice is silenced by circumstances some of which we do not understand. We have no voice today or tomorrow, and even if we had a voice would it be heard? Would our words fall on vacant and deaf ears? The question remain unanswered for around us silence reins. Silent as our protests and frustration is all we gain. One day our gag maybe lifted, but will it be too late. There maybe no one around us and our anger will be lost, lost in the silence when no

You with the sad eyes Don't be discouraged Oh I realize It's hard to take courage In a world full of people You can lose sight of it all And the darkness inside you Can make you feel so small But I see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow Show me a smile then, Don't be unhappy, can't remember When I last saw you laughing If this world makes you crazy And you've taken all you can bear You call me up Because you know I'll be there And I'll see your true colors Shining through I see your true colors And that's why I love you So don't be afraid to let them show Your true colors True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow TRUE COLORS:  Cyndi Lauper.

My dad had to borrow $100 from his friend to get married.  He hadn't been planning to get married so soon.  He was hoping to save up a bit. My mom's two sisters and their husbands had moved to McGill, Nevada to work.  They suggested to my parents that they move there, too.  My dad had given his word that he would help his brother in law with the harvest and then said they would move there once the harvest was done.   They arrived after many others had to arrive.  There was company housing that they could rent and you had to be put on a list to get into housing.  They found out about an open apartment where the residents were selling their furniture.   They bought the furniture and somehow moved way up on the list.  It wasn't until after they moved in that they found out that they got the apartment because nobody wanted to live by Cranky Old Mrs. Ford.  My sister Cheryl was  pretty much a honeymoon baby, she was born in June after they were married in September.  She

I went to visit my mama today.  I try to do it on Monday's - when it is just the two of us.  Sometimes I spend more time than others.  Today, I kind of lollygagged (is that how you spell it?). My mama as a teen We were talking about a couple of my aunties that are suffering from cancer, one is terminal.  From that we started discussing a bit of religion and the hereafter.  That brought her to her growing up years.  She grew up in Marysvale, Utah during the Great Depression.  My mother was born in 1928, so she suffered through the worst of it - in small town America.  Her parents were Lutheran and she went to the Methodist Church in Marysvale.  There was a woman pastor and my grandmother was the secretary.  They would pass the collection plate around and the pastor would give the collection to my grandmother and she would take care of it.  My mother also went to the Mormon church meetings because all of her friends did, so at times she would go to church twice on Sunday. She