CoCo's Corner

You know that story about the family that locked themselves in the bathroom when the cat went crazy and started attacking them?  They called 911 to get help.  This is the story here:   crazy kitty!   Now, to my story: Sherlock is not 22 pounds, but he's a pretty big kitty cat.  He and I have never had a problem ever.  I went to watch my pretty Penny while her parents ran up to Ogden and back.  I had to go to the potty, so I put Penny in her play saucer and ran in the bathroom.  I kept all of the doors open on the way, so I could hear her.  First the dog Ozzy came in and wanted attention (while I sat there) and I rubbed his little ears and gave him a little pat.  Then Sherlock came in, I rubbed his head and petted him, he rubbed up against me.  Now, I always thought that was a sign of affection, I may be wrong.  I finished my business and washed my hands and walked out. The sound of the toilet flushing was still in the air...

I'm retired.  I'm happily retired.  It's what I wanted.  It was time for me to move on.  I had planned to stay at least two and a half years more, but, that didn't work so well.  I moved on. However, when I turned in my two weeks notice, I was summarily dismissed to not return after the upcoming Friday - or leave before that.  I know it's common in business, but, I was sent into a shock zone.  I was thrown for a loop.  After the shock wore off, I became angry.  Extremely angry.  I lost a friend with whom I have adored and thought of as one of my kids through it - and that makes me sad.  I've come to terms with it, though. Early yesterday, I had an epiphany.  I realized that being angry was not going to get me anywhere.  It was time to move on.  I needed to get past the anger if I ever was going to enjoy myself.  I started to realize some of the things that have happened in the last couple of weeks: I've re...

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...

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 silen...