Tag: work

  • A February Winter’s Eve

    A February Winter’s Eve

    Today is the last day of February. A short month with a lot of viruses infecting our house. I’m tired of winter, tired of coughing, tired of feeling old and deaf, tired of watching the sun get dim so early in the evening. But tonight, as I watched my family picked places on the couch…

  • A painful reminder

    A painful reminder

    So I’ve become conversant with what an ear infection feels like, again. I mean, I was pretty sure I remembered it hurting a lot, but I was good without repeating the memory of bones breaking in my head. Looking back, it’s been almost 25 years since the last time my ear drum ruptured. I was…

  • Simple life

    Simple life

    Another day In another town Simple life Can’t get him down He walks around Assays the land Does his work With his own hand Smiles at the sun Across the field Waiting for The summer’s yeild A simple time And simple place Pride in a day’s work You can’t replace I look at my day…

  • Perspective

    Perspective

    Oh this was a long day! Encrusted with germs, donated by my generous children, I struggled to drink my coffeee and keep it down while working and sanitizing my hands and all surfaces with alcohol I made it, somehow, but the nausea rolled all day- like the good times, but less enjoyable. And somehow, my…

  • Endless love

    Endless love

    I know what love is. I’ve touched it’s hand, seen it’s smile, watched the soft eyes crinkle. I’ve seen it cradle a newborn, caress a cheek, stroke hair off a fevered brow But I’ve never felt it break my heart Until today Angels waiting for space to be made, Heaven a certainty. The world will…

  • Heavy

    Heavy

    My stomach feels as though it’s lined with a weight. Loaded up with rocks and set adrift in the ocean. I could lecture myself all day about the need to breathe and stay positive, but today just isn’t one of those days. Something in the air, perhaps. Or maybe it’s the number 13. I’ve always…

  • Goodnight

    Goodnight

    She said her goodbyes today Her “I’ve had a great life, and oh, the times I’ve had” I smiled and tried to brush the implications aside, said “I’ll see you next week.” She smiled, closed her eyes, but didn’t respond. Suddenly, just when I thought she’d fallen asleep, her eyes opened, sharpened, “Look after him…

  • The night shift

    The night shift

    The longest day in the calendar is the one where you didn’t sleep the night before. It appears the gastro has descended on the house of Gooden. It made its appearance with the sounds of my toddler throwing up at midnight. And one am, two am, three am, four am, and then it was time…

  • Citizen’s arrest

    Citizen’s arrest

    Do you have a permit for that anxiety? Sometimes it would be nice if a police officer could stop you for thinking nonsense. Someone to hold up their hand and blow a whistle, flag you down and give you a ticket. Say “back off, get your own sandwich”, or something similar. A thought blocker like…

  • Warmth and silence

    Warmth and silence

    It was a grey and silent day where I am. A quiet work environment, with clouds that seemed to touch the ground. I felt the weight of silence on my soul today. The other shoe so close to dropping for one, two, several people. Beyond my reach and out of my control. I know enough…