Going...Going...Gone

Uhh...it's quiet around here with the last fledgling gone. I don't know what to do with myself. I'm also in a quandary about what to do about NOT having a job or being able to find one. What to do? I've read several things people have tried from submitting a resume daily to the job you want to making a small commercial on a cd about how you can help the company you want to work for. The problem with my situation is that I work in education and most of those are 9 month jobs so when the semester begins, you're locked out until the next year or the next semester depending on what section of education you work in.

Another thing I've been thinking about is just chucking the whole thing and start submitting all those poems, children's stories, fiction, short stories, songs, photographs and manuscripts I have stacked away and see what happens. Something good might come of those and since I have most of them done all I have to do is begin sending them in.

Oh, and one more thing...paint my front door a cheery, welcoming color and change my fledglings empty room into a nice cozy space that everyone wants to gravitate to.

Till Next Time

My last chick has flown. How do I feel about that? Well, children have been in my home continuously for 34 years and now it's empty. I feel...lonely. Yes, that's the word, lonely. You see, I raised five children and the baby of the group just moved out two days ago.

I'll sum it up this way, she was not only my child but my friend. We spent 2 1/2 years alone while her dad and my husband served at the Army War College so it was just the two of us all that time. I miss her presence. I miss her humor. I miss her smile. I miss her silly "cheese face." I miss...her. It will require an adjustment on my part. Thirty-four years of kids makes life seem like something is missing. Isn't there somewhere I should be? Or, Don't I have to take someone somewhere?

As I sit and hear the quietness roaring from her room I can't help but feel that loneliness sweep across me but tomorrow, my grand-daughter will sweep in and make it all okay until evening and night and then my husband will go to bed and I will be left all by myself and that's when she would come in and talk to me and make me laugh and I knew that all was right in my home.

I'm sure I will adjust...Won't I?