It didn't take her long to start...

My last night at the job was last Thursday. I got home around 7:00 am Friday morning. I've been slowly attacking all the tasks that have been "undone" since late last November when I started the job.

Well, it didn't take her long to start in on me. My attitude is bad...I have a tone...it goes on and on...

Evidently, Alex left his shampoo and conditioner in the bath tub, along with some of his hair. His hair is below his shoulders and will remain so until the opera is over. She asked where he was and if he planned on coming back. I responded to where he currently is and then she started on about his hair...didn't he know if it goes down the drain - the drain will be clogged...drain cleaner costs money...why does he do that...yadda yadda yadda.

So, I went upstairs, picked up the shampoo and conditioner and placed them in the shower caddy and then retrieved the hair and threw it away...walked back downstairs and announced that I had picked all the things up...and then the hate spewed over...where does this come from? What is the real source? Why am I always on the receiving end?

She went on and on about how hard she works around here, and what all she has to do...I'm sure she believes that...the truth is, she doesn't do anything to speak of...and we don't expect her to do anything...we don't want her to do anything...I've always been in charge of cleaning - inside and out for as long as I can remember...and I'm trying to catch up as quickly as I can...but you know what...it won't make any difference. She will still find things to complain about and attack us...its sad...really sad...when she started in again, I felt those old feelings...but somehow I was able to fend off what usually ensues when she starts...I don't want to go back there...I somehow must resist those feelings and inclinations...I so have to get out of here...this walking on egg shell business is hard work...it sucks out your soul and leaves you gasping for breath...for life...

It will hit you when you least expect it...

I am desperately in need of things...things like body lotion and shampoo and assorted things like that. I was in the process of placing an online order when the ship to: box popped up...and the name was Cheryl's (Sister Golden Hair). It completely caught me off guard. She and I had been exchanging presents or "pressies" as Cheryl called them for about 10 years...I suddenly felt so empty knowing that she was not here...and that I would never again be able to send her a little "pressie"...

It will hit you when you least expect it...

I Will Be Soon Taking The A Train Up To Sugar Hill

Ian and I will be taking the A Train up to Sugar Hill during the first weekend in May.

If you are of a certain age, or if you love Jazz...you've heard the song...

I cannot wait to go...I cannot wait to see Ian...its been a long five years since we last shared each other's company...we will have five days together...

Sugar Hill Brownstones

Duke Ellington

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bHRbEhLj540

Take The A Train
Duke Ellington, Charles Mingus

You must take the A train

To go to Sugar Hill way up in Harlem
If you miss the A train

You'll find you missed the quickest way to Harlem
Hurry, get on, now it's coming

Listen to those rails a-humming
All aboard, get on the A train

Soon you will be on Sugar Hill in Harlem

So Much Tragedy

Today I learned that the son of my dear friend, Sister Golden Hair, has died. It was on March 11 that Sister Golden Hair left us. I cannot imagine the pain that her dear husband must be feeling to have lost his wife and now his son.

I am literally numb.

I have no words for this.

I have nothing eloquent or even appropriate to say.

What does one say at a time like this?

So much tragedy...so much sadness...so much pain.