More Poetry

In a funk
lots of junk
got no spunk
Monday stunk

Empty Shell

Washed upon a sandy shore
Tossed asunder by the waves of life
I am left an empty shell
of a person I once was

A spirit eroded by
the surf's constant battering
A passion extinguished
by the relentless waves

Disappointments and setbacks
forced hope to take leave
With that lifeline broken
All that remained withered quickly

Abandoned by life
Now open and bare
The shell now lies empty
A testament to who once lived there

A new post

Happy 50th!

Phatty Foo Foo

(My darling feral rescue.)

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Bob, thank's for making my birthday so very special.

We've been through so much together. Remember the morning I ran after the garbage truck in the rain in my nightie and was instructed to leave it across the street for pick up?!!! Yup, me too!!! What was that? Like the 5th time or something? Damn!
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I love you darling and thanks for always sticking around, no matter what.
~
XO Blottie

P.S. For those of you who don't realize, I'm actually and invited guest. I like to think I'm the vegetarian, softer side of Just Bob!

Happy 50th Blottie!

Follow me to the party!

Talk me off the ledge

Tell my why it's a bad idea to quit my job without having another one lined up.

He became a hero

While I was in Boston at a conference a few weeks ago, I found out that one of my long time friends "T" was battling cancer. Apparently, he has been since sometime in January. "T" is generally a very quiet, private person so it didn't really surprise me all that much that he didn't feel comfortable spreading that kind of news. It did somewhat disappoint me that others that would have known the situation didn't clue in those of us who live 3,000 miles away. In a couple of those cases, it didn't surprise me because since leaving the company 2+ years ago I fell out of favor with them, never a part of their Philly clique.

I got a chance to talk with "T" this morning for about an hour. He sounded different than I remember, a little weaker than before but upbeat. The good news is that his doctor believes that all of the cancer has been removed and did not spread to his lymph nodes. "T" is still recovering from all of the surgeries and will have to undergo one last round of chemotherapy when he is strong enough just to make sure everything was removed. He's had great support from his family and those immediately around him, and has returned to light work even though he's not supposed to be.

In typical "T" fashion, he said it's been an interesting spring/summer. That would be the understatement of the year given his current situation. But he's hopeful, upbeat, and assured me that we'll get together in September when I'm back on the east coast in Providence. I'm going to hold him to that promise, even if he won't have his formerly customary Miller Lite at his side. "T" is the third friend I've had that was diagnosed with cancer. "W" died from colorectal cancer in 1995. "S" died from an aggressive form of melanoma in 2004. "T" is one of my closer friends, someone I know I can trust, someone I can confide in, someone who shares my interests (even if he is a Yankee fan), and someone who shares my values.

I had to fight back some tears and was choked up today talking with "T." I was very emotional about him still being alive and at the same time scared that he may not be sooner than he should. I thought about both "W" and "S" and desperately do not want "T" to join them. I thought about the good times that "T" and I have had, the long conversations, the friendly Red Sox/Yankees banter, commiserating over shared difficulties and celebrating shared successes. "T" became more than a friend during that phone call, he became a hero.

No wonder I hate this place

My mobile neighbors left while I was gone...

Thanks for leaving some of yourselves behind.
Now I live across the street from the city dump.