My ideas come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living."- Anaïs Nin
Archive for September, 2012
BookBook … BookBook … BookBook
Remember my complaints about how Nook and Kindle owners were so lucky to have protector options for their devices? Well, now there are options for laptops (Macs in particular) and cell phones (iPhone)!!! I don’t normally encourage exclamation marks, but I do believe this calls for several.
One of the new writers at my job started a few days ago and brought with him something so amazing I stopped mid-sentence to revel in its beauty. It was a holder for his cell phone in the shape of an old hard cover book. Inside it held his license and credit cards like a wallet.
When I get the new iPhone (or any new phone, really!) I am ordering one of these babies! I am also interested in ordering the same style for my laptop. It will be well worth the money.
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I walked the 5K today for Kaukauna’s 3rd Annual Walk for Suicide Awareness. I am really happy that I went. They provided a scenic view along the river and I listened to a mix album on my iPod that my friend Randi created after a few people we knew took their lives. I didn’t expect the event itself to be so emotional. I thought that maybe it would be more about celebrating their lives and reliving happy memories. Perhaps it was because I was there alone to soak in my own thoughts. Or possibly that when I pulled into the parking lot there were over a thousand people. I knew what it meant and it broke my heart. Every single person there had attended a funeral and wondered why their loved one (or maybe, with that ripple effect, even an acquaintance) would do such a thing.
As I was walking back to my car, an older man covered in sleeve tattoos caught up with me, asking if I had walked alone. I said, “Yes.” He told me he lost a daughter and I mentioned my friends/co-worker. And then he gave me a hug “for walking for those people.” It was just what I needed. Sometimes you just need a hug. As he walked away, I realized he was part of the group I followed in the beginning.
His team name: Inked Angel.
I wondered if his daughter had been covered in tattoos and, if so, what meaning there was behind them for her. Or, maybe, it was her family that got tattoos of angels on their own bodies in memory of her. His wife had several tattoos exposed on her legs, too.
To any one who reads this blog, please say a little prayer or keep this family and their daughter in your thoughts. I know I will.
BREAK THE SILENCE.
KNOW THE SIGNS.
SAVE A LIFE.
Last night into this morning, I could not fall asleep. I tossed and turned so much I wrapped myself up in my sheets, uncovered myself, recovered myself, twirled my curls, and turned on a “Friends” DVD, but nothing exhausted me. Perhaps it was because I knew Labor Day weekend was over and my set schedule of work was returning. So what did I do? I grabbed my smartphone and began editing my blog posts. I found many embarrassing errors in my writing.
It’s interesting how well one can edit into the late hours of the night, even when knowing how soon the alarm will sound.
Moral of the story?
When you can’t sleep, you edit. When you can’t edit, you sleep.
Now, if only my bosses thought like that …