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Echoes of my Neighborhood

Happy Thursday! Yet another installment of Echoes of my Neighborhood, a challenge hosted by Jacqueline at “a cooking pot and twisted tales”. To see other “Echoes” click HERE !

Here in the Mid-Atlantic States in the USA, Spring is in full swing! Just ask any of us who suffer from seasonal allergies. There is a pale coating of pollen on every surface, and trees are on the brink of bursting!

In a week or so, I will wake up one morning and the braches will be fully dressed in bright green leaves!  It’s always a mystery to me when that happens. It’s like a Spring Miracle!

This week I took photos of those trees as they are just beginning to bud. I call the photo montage here…”On the Brink”.

In fact, we are all, at any given time “on the brink” of a miracle. (They happen every day you know!)  What are the signs of an impending miracle where you live? Get ready. You could be blessed any day now! Like these trees you too are on the brink!

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Gone – a Cleave Poem

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Gone

imagining you gone  | as fogs hovers
i still hear your whispers  | dripping with dew
your breath | a gentle breeze
warming my neck | infused by fragrance
the brush of your lips  | sweetness blossoming
against my skin | spring on the wind
imagining you gone | sun muted by the gray
pierces my heart  | remnants of night
rendering me inconsolable | causing the doves to mourn

kat ~ 31 March 2016

As promised, my second rendering of this interesting poetry form…the Cleave Poem. One should be able to read the left column, right column and each line across as a combined thought giving you three distinct poems. An interesting challenge indeed.

To learn more about the Cleave poem or to give it a try yourself, click HERE to Jane Dougherty’s poetry challenge.


Echoes of my Neighborhood

Cubicle Sweet Cubicle!

Hello! It’s Thursday once again and time to share snapshots of my neighborhood. First of all, I can’t believe it is ONLY Thursday. This has been such a long week. And I am afraid that full moon lunacy and spring weather fever have combined to make people even crazier than normal!

I started planning my photologue last week as I was writing a poem about nesting. We all build nests wherever we happen to be. I work in a cubical maze in a office area that connects to a huge warehouse operation. In the office you can tell when someone has settled into their surroundings by the way they arrange their workplace.

So I thought I would share a glimpse of the various treasures and oddities to be found in the cubicles where I work.

Stopping in my own happy space before we enter into the belly of the beast!

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This is where I live 9-10 hours a day, 5 days a week! My Cubicle Sweet Cubicle!

cubicleworld

Entering the portal now…This space houses roughly 70 cubicles. The planners opted for low walls to make people feel less claustrophobic. 🙂

I have found that there are distinct personality styles to cubicle decor. If you work in an office setting, perhaps you know a few of these characters too!

collector

The Collector fills their space with, you guessed it, collectables. It’s like a curio cabinet on a shelf. Extra bonus points if, like this example here, the Collector displays things with a particular cause or theme in mind (Breast Cancer awareness is featured here). Collections can be seasonal too. Snowmen in the winter and the like. Why do we collect things? Because it makes us happy. These folks are generally a happy bunch! 

Gardener

Ah, the Gardener! I admire those with a green thumb. I am not good at it. Real live greenery (not the synthetic, plastic variety) is as lovely in the Cubicle world as it is outside. I also believe that Cubicle gardens are quite necessary to oxygenating the stagnant, recycled air in our “air-conditioned” sealed environments. So…Bravo Cubicle Gardeners! You help us all to be healthier!

zookeeper

Like the Gardener, the Zookeeper loves to be surrounded by living things. In this case a fish tank. I have also seen frog habitats in my walks through the quad. Some people will simple set up a bubbly fountain in their space for the calming ambiance it creates. Others will install special lighting. But whatever the practice, all have life-sustaining and enhancing qualities. And fortunately for others, one can pause a moment at these special cubicles to take in the zen, without the upkeep involved. 

survivalist

Speaking of sustaining life, next on the list is the Survivalist. Everyone who works in an office knows that one place to get a chocolate fix, or a chip, cookie or mint. The Survivalists set up office pantries and are often quite willing to share in a pinch. Just remember to return the favor in kind if you happen to need to rely on the generosity of the Survivalist! They will remember if you’re just a taker.

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And every office needs our next Cubicle personality to keep the morale high. Enter the Social Butterfly. Their cubicle will change with the holidays and the seasons. And not just a lone figurine mind you, but full out garland framing, wall ornaments, trees (if the season calls for it), banners and statues. Ever mindful of the Fire Marshall rules and regs, the Social Butterfly will push their cubicle decorating to the limit, delighting us all in the process.

SportsFan

Closely related to the Social Butterfly is the Sports Fan. If it is the latest scores, stats or schedules you need, this is your person. Though it is best to navigate the Sports Fan landscape carefully. Rivalry and competition are not uncommon in these Cubes. If you are rooting for, or at least not opposing, the “right” team, there is nothing these loyal fans won’t do for you. Go Team!

devotee

….and speaking of loyalty and devotion, you will find some Cubicles inhabited by the quiet Devotees. Unlike rude and rowdy Bible Thumpers (who are forbidden by Human Resources from proselytizing), the Devotees are generally kind, generous and privately reverent in their practice. You may recognize their space by the presence of a random artifact or two, as you see here. Beautiful simplicity, calling all of us to our higher selves without saying a word.

ClockWatcher

Also not one to say much is the Clock Watcher. This model employee is here for one thing only…to do their time, leaving at the stroke of 5 pm to live life to the fullest elsewhere. You won’t find any collectibles or plants, or anything that might reveal their personality. Their cubicle is meant only for, and filled with, work…piles of work. I respect these hard workers though. No Drama!

Hoarder

If it’s drama you want, look to the Hoarder. Their cubicles are much like a curiosity shop. You can find just about anything here. This person has likely been with the company for quite some time, hence the unruly collection of stuff. But on the bright side, this is the person you would go to if you need something…whether it is information or a random staple puller thingie. Chances are good that the Hoarder will have just about any thing-a-ma-bob you might need…if they can find it!

geek

Then there is that brilliant mind whose cubicle might resemble a cave more than a desk! That person is none other than the Geek. This person is not much on socializing or conversation, but when your computer has a virus or your phone has lost it’s dial tone, this is the person you want in your corner. Get in good with a Geek and you’ll benefit from being the first to receive assistance when the system crashes. And you might even get a few great tips to make your life easier if you pay attention. When they do speak, you should listen.

minimalist

 This last one is definitely someone you need to keep an eye on, especially if they have once been fluent in one of the other personalities during their tenure. The Minimalist is either a new person who hasn’t felt comfortable enough to move in yet. They’re probably not sure they’re even going to stay. OR it is the seasoned employee who is ready to move on. Little by little the plants will move to greener pastures, the collectibles will will disappear one by one, and the only clue you will have that anyone is even using this cubicle will be the flash of the monitor in sleep mode when they’re on break. When you see the signs you can be sure the their resumes have already been updated and are making the circuit. It’s just a matter of time.

So there you have it. My Cubicle World. I’m sure you can come up with a few more Cubicle Personalities from your own experience. If we have to spend 40 plus hours in these places, we might as well make them interesting!

If you would like to see other neighborhoods from around the globe, click HERE to join in! Thanks Jacqueline for hosting this fun challenge! 🙂

 

 


Echoes of my Neighborhood

Happy Thursday! I decided to send you some actual echoes from my corner of the world. I realized in the preparation for this post that I am forced to listen to a lot of NOISE!!! Loud, grating noise that I have learned to tune out as I go about my day.

Spending 30 seconds actually listening to the droning cacphony of my life, I wonder how I can possibly hear anything pleasant at all!

No wonder we turn our stereos to “11”. As for me I’ve developed a habit of humming…nothing particular. I just hum random notes, which makes my significant other crazy! It’s self preservation. I hum to hear myself think! At any rate, I will share some random noise from my day. I’m sure you’ll agree after listening, 24 hours a day of this, and you too might take to humming!!!!

This first clip is the lovely morning sounds that greet me as I take my little blind and deaf dog, Lucy, for a wee. Fortunately she can’t hear what I hear. I live near a train yard that houses dozens of cars that transport coal. This is the sound of the cars grinding along…CLICK HERE

Then, after a quick breakfast, I hop into my car and drive 20 minutes or so to THIS! More NOISE!!!

And then at work, if I have to go out into the warehouse…THIS!!! Thank goodnees I have my cubicle with a view to escape to! My desk however, sits underneath the heat/air system exhaust vent. At random times throughout the day it kicks in…I’ll leave that one to your imagination. 

But there are times when I do manage to turn off the noise…or at least find a moment of Zen…when it’s softly raining and birds are chirping. I live for these moments! They are what keep me sane! 

Have a great week. I hope you find your own peaceful moments in the midst of your noisy corners of the world! Here then is a bit of Zen…

Thanks to Jacqueline at a cooking pot and twisted tales. Click HERE to see other neighborhoods from around the globe!

 


The Letter – Part 4

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Read previous installments of The Letter by clicking on the links below:
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3

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June met me in the driveway. It felt good to take a break. The sun was shining. I closed my eyes for a second to take in its warmth.

I found a second letter in the junk drawer, addressed to June in Mom’s handwriting. It took everything I had not to steam the envelope open to have a look. But I knew I should give it directly to my aunt. Maybe at lunch.

“You drive Aunt June,” I said, opening the passenger side of her fancy caddy, “I’ve never ridden in one of these!”

June smiled and chuckled, “Maybe one day you’ll have one of your own, Grace, if you play your cards right!”

Noon hour traffic flooded the narrow downtown streets, but June knew all the shortcuts and had an “in” with Joe, the diner’s owner. Parking was an easy slip to a special spot in the back. We entered through the kitchen. Joe, the owner and chef, was putting finishing touches on someone’s lunch plate. He greeted June with a warm embrace.

“We go way back, Joe and I,” June gushed.

Joe glanced over her shoulder at me, “And who is this lovely young lady, June? Where’ve you been hiding her?” Humph…if he only knew. Maybe he did know!

“Joe, this is my niece Grace, here in town for Annie’s funeral and to get the house in order.”

“Oh yeah, I heard about Annie. So sorry for both of you. She was a nice lady.”

Joe escorted us to our table. I caught myself staring at him. Could he be the one…my father? It was a good thing I was only in town for three days, I thought, or I’d be obsessing over every man June knew, especially those from “way back.”

During lunch June and I talked about the diner…when Joe had taken over the place, how it was the best lunch spot in town. It was crowded. I was sure she had planned it that way so we wouldn’t have to talk about her letter.

But now there was another letter. I decided this was as good a time as any to give it to her. Maybe it would open the door to our talking about the first one.

“Did you find any hidden treasure in the parlor, Aunt June?

“Oh you know, lovely memories. I packed all the family photos for you. I’m sure you’ll want to keep those. How about you? Find anything good?”

“As a matter of fact,” I said, pulling the letter from my pocket, sliding it across the table toward her, “I found this. It’s from Mom to you.”

June placed her hand over the letter.

“Well aren’t you going to read it? What if it contains Mom’s last wishes? I should know, don’t you think?”

Reluctantly June slid the seal open and unfolded the letter.  As she started to read her sister’s words tears welled up and streamed down her cheeks…

Dear June,

I know the truth about you and Tom…

As I watched from across the table, June quickly folded the letter, shoving it back into the envelope.

“I’ll finish it later Grace. Nothing pressing in it. Just a personal note. I miss Annie. Sorry I get so emotional.”

I wasn’t buying it. I only had three days to figure this out.

“We should talk June…”

“I know dear. I’m sorry, I just can’t…not here…not now.”

kat ~ 11 March 2016