Time Flies - right on out the window
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Posted:May 16, 2007 11:50 am
Last Updated:May 20, 2007 4:17 pm 3744 Views
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Dunkelwolf mentioned that it has been almost a month since I've posted. Time does fly when a dragon is busy working.
Bossman is on vacation this week and next - in Italy. It's good to be boss. He left me a list of about 15 people to contact to express his regrets for not getting back to them before he left. Fun.
Lots of other details I am to cover seem to be popping up, things that he didn't have time to mention to me. So very Fun.
I'm to do my regular work, make these nasty phone calls, monitor the other managers, fend off phone calls from and resolve issues he couldn't resolve, all at the same time. Major Fun
Nothing like having so much responsibility but no authority, no access to funds or information. Rip roaring Fun.
Can't forget the second job and my own bookkeeping. That just wouldn't do.
I want to go curl up in my den and hibernate for a few months.
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Life goes on
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Posted:Apr 19, 2007 3:14 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2007 3:29 pm 3402 Views
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It's been a while since I wrote. My job, tax work, unpacking, , just kept me too busy. Now I'm rather drained.
I don't know what to write, haven't a clue. My stories only really mean something to me. The saga of my move has come to an end. Tax season, for all practical purposes has come to an end although I will still be following up with who applied for ITIN numbers. There are a few stragglers besides.
Once I get back to feeling more alive again, I can start playing in my new yard, adding a few plants - not that there is much room. I want to clean up the house now that most of the boxes are empties - re-arrange things to their best advantage.
There is always genealogy too. I have a lot of filing, some data entry, and just generally re-acquaint myself with my dead relatives. It just might help me figure out how to deal with the living relatives. (Bury them all???)
More than anything else, I want to relax with Dunkelwolf.
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Dragon Flame Broiled
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Posted:Apr 6, 2007 3:21 pm
Last Updated:May 14, 2007 3:30 pm 3618 Views
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Irritating decided to come visit for a week or so, without consulting us. We get home and find it's all set up.
This is the same that caused us to lose the house and down size.
Every time he shows up, he leaves stuff around making a mess for us while we are trying to get the house organized. It's always, "I'm sorry, I won't do it again." Right, until 5 minutes later.
Well, this week, I'm going to quit avoiding him and start making him work. Our house isn't a vacation retreat so he can get out of chores at other places. He thinks he is a man (won't be 18 until July) so he can dang well act like one. We have a shed to put up, a used hot tub to move which means moving the wood pile. He wants to hang around, he can do it.
Otherwise, I'm starting up the dragon BBQ and making lots of salsa. (Good hot salsa is the thing to cover the rancid taste)
OK, OK, for those who might actually think I'm serious, the has lived this long hasn't he?
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Out of sorts
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Posted:Apr 5, 2007 1:36 pm
Last Updated:Apr 6, 2007 8:46 am 3242 Views
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Out of sorts, and really not all here. Just typing to reaffirm my existence.
Oh, no problem at home. I love my weird wolf and our life together. When I'm with him, I feel fine, alive.
Just sometimes at work things get stale. I get along fairly well with the foremen. The boss is a bit grouchy, and he really needs to learn to take life with a grain of salt, but that is his norm. Most of the times I'm here alone.
I go to the chat rooms in order to wake myself from the doldrums but just can't always get into mood of the chat itself.
The Mag hasn't been much help lately, so few posts. I tend to ignore the posts where people are just fighting. Doesn't leave much.
My blog works to a certain degree, but only as an on-line journal for my own purposes. It's not really read much by others. If nothing else, I've put down in words a couple of stories I've played with in my mind, and I have a journal of our move. I could just print them out and shut down my blog. It's a thought.
Why am I typing this, I really have no real clue. Just typing to be typing, to stay awake maybe, to get my mind off the pains I have had. I don't really know.
In any rate, here today, gone tomorrow???
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The mountain
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Posted:Mar 30, 2007 10:28 am
Last Updated:May 21, 2024 11:55 pm 2640 Views
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The woman had seen the sun-bathed hillside from the highway. It brought back memories of a dream she had several times.
She parked her car and hiked. She wasn't dressed for hiking. A sun dress an heals just didn't work. She kicked off the heals and left them by a rock she figured she could find easily.
It took awhile, but she arrived at the location just a bit out of breath. She sat, enjoyed the warmth of the sun while looking out over the valley. The concerns she had slipped off her shoulders. First the needed car repairs, then the constant battle with bills, then the tyrant of a boss. All left her in the healing sun.
It wasn't long before she dozed off, laying back into the tall grass and wildflowers. Her last thought was of the wispy clouds high over her.
A slight sound woke her. She looked up to see a passage through the rocks above her that she didn't notice earlier. Refreshed from her rest, she decided to see what lie beyond those rocks.
There was a path, through stonier ground, rising higher into the mountain. Large boulders, the size of delivery trucks were scattered all around, some on top of others. The path itself well worn and felt smooth to her bare feet. She followed the path upward.
The path slipped between and around the boulders. She could generally see parts of the path ahead of her. It came to a point where the path went around a huge boulder, and she could not see past the boulder. Wondering if the end of the trail was here, she followed it around the edge of the boulder and came face to face with a very, very, large head.
The head shimmered and shook, all gold and red. There was laughter coming from it, laughter that sounded like many bells of many sizes. Two large eyes blinked a couple of times, and the head - vanished. Where the head had been, was now a cavern going deep inside the mountain.
She didn't consider not going in, it just felt right to enter, as if she had been invited by an old and dear friend.
The tunnel twisted through the mountain rock. At times there was a slight silvery sheen to the rock that helped to guide her way. It was so quiet and yet she came to realize there was a sound slowly growing, a sound of water falling.
The waterfall, when she found it, was something to behold. It from a tremendous height considering it was so far underground. It fell into a pool that looked to be only 10 feet in diameter, but appeared very deep. It was so hard to tell from the little light given off the cavern walls.
The waterfall was in grotto, not much bigger than the pool, but tall. Three new tunnels opened in front of her. One went downwards, the other appeared fairly level, and the last - a rather difficult climb - angled upwards steeply.
"It is for you to choose," came a voice from above. A voice bright as bells. Above her, on a ledge, serpentinely wound around many rocks, was a dragon. That large head she had seen was part of him.
"One path leads back to your transportation and back to your old life - your job, your friends, your family. The second leads to the hillside of forgetfulness and peace. The third is a hard journey to knowledge, awareness, and sometimes sadness. It also means giving up what you knew before. It is for you to choose."
There was no real choice for her. Her feet chose her path.
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Yeah, still unpacking!
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Posted:Mar 26, 2007 9:39 am
Last Updated:Mar 27, 2007 2:06 pm 2878 Views
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The biggest issue is trying to figure out where to put all our STUFF: lots of books, lots of plush dragons (and wolves, and bunnies, the beaver, the griffin, the saber toothed tiger.) Yes, Lech and the others are finally free. Then there are the glass dragons, the ceramic ones, the metal ones. Without end.
There are dishes we inherited from my Mother we have never used. Several boxes of those since Mother generally had a couple homes set up at a time and both had to be stocked well. Plus, when she sold one and bought another, she of course needed new colors. A lot of the stuff we have donated to GoodWill but it takes time to sort even as more stuff is brought to the house from storage.
We could have held a garage sale but it's wasn't the best time of year, now it's the middle of my tax season. So Goodwill reaps the benefits. I get the tax break, it's all good.
The are gone for a couple of days, which gave Dunkelwolf and I a chance to celebrate his birthday by going to see the movie "300". We liked it. Wonderful filming. I also love the main actor's voice.
After the movie, we joined friends for a dinner out. Just so nice being out with friends. We've tried to do this for some time.
Sunday was back to work, unpacking and taxes. But the break was great.
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I hate making voice mail messages!
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Posted:Mar 13, 2007 10:41 am
Last Updated:Mar 25, 2007 7:06 pm 3185 Views
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Grrrrrrr, messages for the office voice mail are the worst!!!
Get out enough info, in a short time, sound sweet yet professional, don't stutter or slur or allow any extra noise into the background.
No matter what, I sound like a foghorn! Sorry, this dragon does not have a sexy phone voice. Well, I probably could if I wasn't reciting office hours and other such nonsense. Something about the office, and particularly the bossman, that makes my voice gruff. Hmmm, now have 5 acres for the company property, plenty of room to bury bosses - Just kidding.
*Dragon tail smacks the phone around, breaks it to bits. Stupid phone magically reconstructs itself.*
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De Ja Vue
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Posted:Mar 8, 2007 1:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2007 2:44 pm 2901 Views
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Ok, not done with my own move, but having to work on the company move. At least, gotta find the silver linings, it gave me a way to get rid of some of the now empty boxes.
The great company move was supposed to happen on Friday. The guys went to pick up the moving van on Thursday so that there would be no problems. I had set it up, confirmed it, re-confirmed it. But when the guys got there, they were told they had to have a credit card (I had paid on line). They call me, I give the numbers, but NO, it had to be the card, run through their machine AND IT HAD TO HAVE THE SAME NAME ON IT AS THE DRIVER'S LICENSE USED. I don't see very many companies driving trucks. Usually it's a person. I had to go out, use my personal card and license to make things work. Boss was furious - he didn't want any glitches.
Friday afternoon, the guys picked up extra furniture from the boss' home, then the extra furniture here, then his, finally mine. Mine was held out so I could keep working. Eventually, my chair and desk got shoved into the moving van. The computer was put in my car. Then . . . .
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. . . we wait for keys to get into the new place. We were supposed to have had possession on Thursday but the seller hadn't gotten around to signing papers.
Ok, early lunch, took our time. Afterwords I went past the new office hoping to see the boss there with some nice keys. Nope.
Went back to the old office where the guys were hanging around. Found out they had to wait an hour. Then another hour. Finally we were allowed to go home for the weekend. MY CAR STILL FULL OF COMPANY COMPUTER STUFF.
Since we were busy unpacking our own stuff at home, and I was getting rather sick, my car wasn't necessary. So that part of it was ok.
Monday comes around, I go out to the new office as requested . . . .no boss, no keys. Hey boss, is this a glitch??
I finally call him only to be told to check back in an hour. I go home. I check in, told to wait another 2 hours. Finally it gets to "he'll call me Tuesday". It's 2pm before I can get to work, and I wind up working late to cover the lost time. Our DSL/computer guru hadn't been contacted because it was so unsure. Bossman? You set this up. Glitches??
Today, the fax still isn't working because the phone company needs a month to get another line out to us.
Life is so fun, ain't it?
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My friends are climbing out of the boxes
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Posted:Feb 28, 2007 10:59 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2007 11:53 am 2956 Views
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And they aren't very happy with me for keeping them boxed up in storage for so long.
Demon, a very onry dragon in green and gold, was particularly upset with me. His wife, Algia, a sea serpent was just relieved - other than the fact that their , Mossy, is yet to be found.
Merv Gryphin, and his sabertooth girlfriend Snuggles were quite tired of the cramped quarters. They are waiting for our headboard to be installed so Merv can get his regular perch.
We are still looking for Lech, his wife Cordelia, their Leche, Leche's boyfriend Crimson Silverstreak, Leche's 4 siblings, Cordelias' flaming gay brother Dante and Dante's adopted Esmerelda. All Dragons. Also haven't seen P.O., Attitude, their baby, and the faceless Knight. Faceless because you don't attack a baby dragon and live through it.
Then there is the bunny family.
Most of the wild cats are out, I think. Really need to do a census again to be sure. The family trees need to be updated. My work is never done. *sigh*
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The sacrifice
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Posted:Feb 22, 2007 12:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 28, 2007 2:29 pm 2988 Views
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Mother Gem handed her her breakfast brimstone, fresh from the strain at the top of the peak. Her brightened, her favorite strain of brimstone. For a mother, hers wasn't half bad.
Gem continued on to Father Granite with his brimstone (mixed with a few other ingredients to help with healing some wounds). Just as he lifted his great head in anticipation, the racket began.
"Oh dear, it's that time again," exclaimed Gem. Granite just rumbled deep in his throat.
Their , Flame, jumped up excitedly, "I'll go, I'll do it, I'm old enough". Gem glanced at Granite who nodded. "You do know where to go, don't you, how to get there?" Gem asked.
"Of course Mother, I went with you last year, it's not all that far." Granites aching bones argued that point.
"Ok Flame, your turn. Just don't overdo the theatrics. It would be too difficult for us to follow next year".
Flame hugged her parents, then raced down the trail, stopping just before the bend. There she stopped, gathered her fearsome dignity, and marched down to the large alter at the foot of the mountain.
There, strapped to a pole was this year's "sacrifice", some young female human, supposedly beautiful by human standards. Silly humans did this every year to appease the dragons. Since the dragon family avoided the town and the surrounding farms anyway, there was no purpose to the sacrifice. Yet, if they did not take the female, the humans added an additional female each day trying to find one that pleased the dragons. This got so very tedious.
So, Flame flapped her wings and blew some fire, then cut the bonds on the female with her ever-so-sharp talons. Flame roared, more to cover the sound of the silly screaming female. She picked up the girl, and flew up, to the top of the mountain and behind it.
The humans went back to their town, satisfied that their sacrifice was accepted and that the town was safe. The loss of one female each year was nothing to them. No one was brave enough, or industrious enough, to check on what was done with the girls. The natural assumption was that they were eaten by the dragons.
Flame continued on, she flew for a day and a half without stopping. The landscape changed as she flew. The mountains where she lived are very high, with little vegetation. The town and the farms are in the lower valley. Flame followed the river that ran through the Valley, then headed up over a very dense forest, think enough to be considered a jungle. Now she saw the clearing, with 20 or so huts. Women were coming out to greet her. The Priestess of the tribe in front of the rest - arms raised to accept the sacrifice. They would celebrate this night. Being an all-female tribe, it was difficult to replenish the population. The yearly gift from the dragons kept the tribe alive. The girl would be raised as a member of the tribe.
Flame, on her return trip benefited also. Off in the distance she had seen another young dragon, a beautiful, strong male. She just might fly this direction more often.
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