Thursday, September 3, 2015
My explanation for moving has crystallized into an oratory about family priorities and freedom from restrictive vacation policy. I'm boring myself to death and probably everyone else. Although as I tell women of a certain age my story of freedom, they look at me like Debra Winger in An Officer and a Gentleman, being carried off the factory floor by an officer dressed in white. I don't think too many people leave my health system willingly before retirement. And even those nurses that retire seem apologetic about it. Like they are letting down the team. Organizational culture is strong where I work, and it used to be an organization where people worked for their whole careers. I'm not sure now that the unions are gone that employees will still feel that same security or allegiance in the future.
Summer is done, fall is a welcome change as always. The garden is brown, the mums are for sale, the geese are flying, and the local produce, apples.
Friday, July 24, 2015
Firing up a blog after four years is like getting R2D2 up and running. Chip has started his drive westward HO with his mini covered wagon, and coincidentally I saw the friend this week who inspired this blog. Time to go looking for Obi Wan. So much has happened in five years that I'm unsure of this rickety e journal's relevance in 2015. But I know enough that it's less lonely on a journey if I can bring a few people along. Travel, transition, redefinition, relevance and now post-fifty melodrama. I have some stuff to say, if only to decrease the amount of spam this site receives when it's dormant. And that brings me to a thousand stories since 2011.