Thursday of the first day back to work-I am tired and listless. One of the social workers-James Crawford had a massive heart attack. The report is that his heart is full of blood clots and I thought cumadin for life. He looks so young and is-48-with bland hair that he wears in a pony tail. We are all surprised and sad-just last week he went into sup Mac's office and said "this job cannot be done" this after weeks and weeks of constant overtime. I don't feel so overworked because I am not a social worker and my job is not impossible but I have been there at times but no longer.
someone has written a biography of Tom Waits. HMMMM wonder when I will buy it wonder how sad it will make me. I remember doing the synestry of our charts all sesqiuqadrates amd semi-squares and all moving away from each other. How I loved him and his music and he just didn't see that in me and preferred Joyce's company. I remember picking up Steve B at the airport and bringing him back to Berkeley and telling him that I couldn't stay over because i was going to spend the envening with Tom. Sadly Steve was impressed-sure sign that he was no longer interested in me. God that was long ago. The last time I saw him was at the Greek Theater just before I started my new job as a welfare worker-long time ago now-I am getting ready to retire.
About Me
- Singing Sparrow
- I almost always write in the early morning. I am an aging hippie living with my husband lover, my adult daughter,my almost adult granddaughter looking for her first full time job and my almost teenage grandson and my sister who is 11 months the younger. As the world prepares for a righteous struggle for individual independence and the correcting of the power of corporations to tell how, where and even when to live i seek the lower level where gardens grow and children learn. +++
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