Another rainy morning...


no sun since
last Thursday (I think). Basement flooding
but not as much as it has in the past.
I think I'll just stay in bed and read today.
Last weekend, when I was in Lexington, I bought
Mary Oliver's New And Selected Poems, Volume One,
Gabriel Garcia Marquez's Memories of My Melancholy Whores,
and Alice Sebold's Lucky. Have read some of the Oliver
and am enjoying the work. Other than that, I haven't
picked a book up in the last week. Unusual for me.

Spent yesterday afternoon at Ashley's. She invited
several people over for a chili luncheon. Lupper
as she calls it. It's still difficult for me to be at gatherings,
but I made it and enjoyed myself for the most part.

Tomorrow B. has a heart cath. Not her first, but the first
was an emergency and she didn't have time to think about
many things. Her attitude worries me. I'm not so sure
she wants to make it through whatever has to be done
and I don't know how to convince her that she does.
When people tell you they're tired and so done with things
and you say I understand because I feel that way some
days too, you have to realize not everyone says it as
loosely as you may on any given day. I do feel it some
days, and I am not so sure I am saying it all that loosely,
but I am not ready to go. I'd like to think that I will want to

rage, rage against the dying of the light

I hope she'll find reasons to want to do the same.

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Ashley's taking the GRE today and asked me ride
along. I could have stayed in Evansville at Barnes and Noble
while she was there, but I am just going to stay in today.

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Lauren lost one her coworkers to cancer last week.
42 years old. Such a loss. It hit Lauren hard. I know she
went to the hospital to see her about a week before
she died, but her friend was out of it for the most part.
At 25, I was still a stay-at-home mom. I had
not lost anyone close to me when I was that age. This year,
Lauren's lost her grandfather and a coworker she cared
for a great deal.

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I keep sending out resumes and filling in applications
but nothing has come up yet. I got a call back
from the court system about a Court Designated Worker
position I applied for, but the position originates out of the
Lexington area. I can't do that. I can travel from my region
but I can't relocate to Lexington, so I'll have to keep checking
the website for a regional CDW position.

I have to try to get these cobwebs out of my head. Time for a cup of coffee.

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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas