I didn't work last night

IT is cold, seventeen degrees, I am supposed to run some errands. I am in jammies e-mailing Steve back and forth. YES YES< Out of the pan and into the fire.
well.........I was cold!

I am that woman

Ok. however I just want more and more.

Dating

At work,Chuck said he would put a phone number in my cell phone, then he laughed and looked embarrassed, as he tried to speak again, Mark interrupted as per normal, and began going on about himself, and Chuck smiled gave me a salute and went back to work. The next morning Chuck tried to ask me what I was going to do for the weekend, Mark interrupted and began going on about his plans. Chuck looked sheepish, saluted me and went back to work. I would have said, YES.

I told Sharkman that I would go out with Chuck, as long as S is not single, I am not committed. Brave words when all I want is to be with S.

OK, they all seem like that at first

Could I dare believe?
Just about the time I think of giving him the boot, he says the right thing again.
JEEEZ I love him.

So now you know

Someone once said about Mothers, "You love your daughters, but you fall in love with your sons."
I asked Chelsie if she understood now. She nodded with tears. Chelsie is in love with her new son.

Nosella

Winding up to the final night of working seven days straight. I don't like this site. Mark makes me nuts. HE never shuts up. I know more about his whole life history then I know about my job, what a shame.
I had an enlightened thought. "If you spend your whole life talking and never listen, you miss out on important, maybe even life changing ideas." How narrow is Mark's life, I don't believe he has ever heard a word anyone has said to him. I get complaints from other employees. I am hopeful that my knight in shining armour will get me out of that gig soon.
SPEAKING of which, I am going to ask Blue eyed wonder out, if I get up the nerve, and he isn't married... SHEESH. I don't want a relationship where I can only call after certain times, and use certain numbers. IT REEKS.

My little girls

Quinn Michael

Baby Quinn

Born around 11:00 PM November 24th, 2006. He is 8 pounds 1 oz. He has a fever and the cord was wrapped around his neck. His breathing is labored. The doctors think he will be fine, Chelsie is doing well, I am sure she is anxious about her son. Donald fainted and threw up. Ahh Fatherhood.
I am not at work, I want to see my daughter and new grandson. I called my field supervisor, and she said she would cover for me. SO Lumpy and I have a date tomorrow at 11:00 PM OR as we say 2300. The jerk will never know what hit him. WEll he might.

HA late for work

Baby Quinn is crowning, last I heard, Janelle isn't home so I cannot leave. So my unpleasant descent into hell with lumpy has been postponed till further notice.
I shall go to work after Baby Quinn arrives, and The fat spoiled Dykeeni is making me nuts. She doesn't want anything, so she is yelling and I am holding her, bouncing her, talking to her, feeding her, giving her drinks out of a cup, but she wants to throw my cell phone to the cell phone eater.

Bc is dialated to a four

labor is going slow for chelsie. She already has an epideral, her sister is there with her, and I am home with the CHILDREN, who are driving me nuts.

I am working graveyard tonight with Rock for brains, we shall see how it all goes, but I suspect working with him will not be my favorite thing.

Wednesday before Thanksgiving

AHH I need to get into the shower, I am taking Paul to Securitas to fill out a job application. He is a bit shaky about job interviews and I am offering moral support.
We are going into the lion's den. "He" will not like me showing up with another man. I haven't told Paul. I haven't told Steve that we are coming either, I am hoping to weasel through this with my usual finesse. I want to help Paul, but I do not want to see the fire burning in Steve's eyes when I am there.
Then tonight, I am working a prisoner watch at the hospital, the upside is I get to wear civilian clothes not the stupid Securitas clown outfit.
Soon my son and I will be taking my horrible cell phone eating dog and moving into our own place. Paul said he would like to help me look. I will take any help I can get.
I need a two bedroom, that allows pets and is relatively cheap. GOOD LUCK!

Anyway

I will take you anyway I can have you baby.

I will cheat

I will dance in front of the full moon. Fill a champagne

glass with moonlight, and drink it while whispering your name.

I will draw your name in the sand and let the tide take it out

I would, to keep you with me.

I would make a pact with the wind, and renounce my beliefs

I know we knew each other before somehow,

because you feel like home to me

this comes from my heart,

I am not good with words

I don't understand poetry.

I don't have to.

History Repeating itself

My passionate nature is messing me up again. Another attached man, another strange pulling at my heart strings. I don't care if: (Insert all the lines married men use) Creep, Jerk, Sweet waster of words. the one who is manifesting the war in me doesn't have a vital arguement.
ALONE remember alone is good.
All the reasons why not loom in my foggy brain, then he smiles at me and calls me "Lady" and I am finished arguing, till I am alone again.
I went out on a lunch date yesterday with my friend.
Jerk in question didn't like it. I said, "There is no 'we' till there is no wife" I am not going to be responsible for causing some one's pain if I can help it. Whether she deserves it or not remains to be seen and isn't my judgement call. As all of us single women know; NO MATTER HOW BEAUTIFUL HE IS OR CHARMING,THERE IS SOMEONE AT HOME TIRED OF PUTTING UP WITH HIS SHIT.
He seems like no other, and he seems so like me, and he seems so wonderful, and he seems so out of reach.

History 101 essay Rant

Things I pull out of my behind, and other select writings of Glena Jean Dusky.
We read, we pondered and we came up with the consensus that we did not give a flying rodent…
Neither did the flying rodent in our case studies. HOWEVER the stupid Essay is done, lets hope Professor doesn’t realize that I just made it all up and used big words, and mentioned that this study changed my life.. NOT.

Who cares about Edward Gibbons?

The historian Edward Gibbon believed that Christianity bore the ultimate responsibility for the fall of the roman empire. What argument to you think Gibbon would have made to support his position? What arguments can be made against Gibbon’s
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The History paper is due this evening. I am doing research. sorta kinda..

I am listening to “Don’t fear the Reaper”

It’s after twelve and I am still in flannel jammies, bare feet on the dog under my desk.

AND I don’t care.

Ava Rae's Evil Week

At last she sleeps

Rainy Wednesday

I took Sherman for a walk in the park yesterday. My friend Paul came and brought his little Schnauzer named Jasmine. She and Sherman got along very well, so did Paul and I, except he makes lousy coffee...

indecisive woman

I wonder if it flys? or demands to be fed?

I am miss goody two shoes, I don't like to play with RULES. I like rules, rules are there for a reason, if they don't work correctly examine them and make changes.
However.. isn't there always a however?? I want, I squirm with anticipation, I argue with my good twin, the bad one says, "Go with the flow, don't worry" I worry anyway. Then I go back to wanting.
Eventually all will be revealed, I just hope the experience doesn't turn me into a bloated sack of protoplasm with no will of my own.
AHHH insantity is human nature.

Patchouli and rain

The rain comes down with helpless abandon, somewhat like my will power.
You are strange and beautiful, I don't really want complication in my life, heaven forbid moth to flame attraction. Heaven forbid.
You look at me and I want to touch you. I shake when you get too close, and I feel like I have no control over what will eventually happen. The best way around this situation is to run. I have run out of places to hide.
Are you an angel or devil?
Patchouli and rain, speaks to me of leaving.

Don't mind me

I am feeling a strange lack of ambition lately. Ahh heck be honest, Most of the time.
I am listening to Scott Weiland sing, "fall to pieces" over and over again. He is one of my favorite singers. I miss the Stone Temple Pilots, but it's ok as long as he keeps singing.
I wonder what would happen if David Draiman and Scott Weiland did a duet? Both of them are the awesome voices of this age.


Just my unsolicited opinion.

They are gone

Do we have a cat killer in the neighborhood? Shadow went missing two months ago, now Caspian and Luna within a few days of each other. I walked the neighborhood looking yesterday, NO SIGN>

What its all about

I may have a chance to move out. Big old house needs a lot of work, I can rent it for 450.00
I am worried I am not up to the work that needs to be done, I am going to think it over till Thursday morning, then let them know.
Its the kind of house I would like to buy. The kind I would re-finish to its original state. Hard wood floors, glass tile bathroom....
...Sigh...

Trick or Treat

Sherman trys to figure out why the kids are throwing perfectly good paper wrappers away.
We had no trick or treaters again, where ever I live the children don't come to the door.
Years ago it was because MY CHILDREN had spread rumors about me being a real witch, then they got all the left over candy.
I am perfectly nice and I love children... and NOT as a side dish either.

No work tonight!

I don't have to work tonight, the downside is I have to get up at Five A M and go to work tomorrow.... I like it this way better.
WELL I am so going to flunk the midterm in Humanities today, better get going and face my doom.

Baby Dragon in the house

I am at work...REEElly

I am in a glassed in office sitting on my butt. The gentle fall sunshine touches my uniform pants, and creates the smell of burning cat.
It is lovely to be warm, because the minute I walk outside the wind will blow right thru these worthless polyester trousers.
Yes I know, we have established that I hate these uniform pants. I stole my son in law's cotton polo, so at least I don't have the vile polyester shirt on.

Whining works wonders

So sad, goodbye graveyard shifts at the state house inn.
I liked the job and the people, and hated the hours. I am apparently going to a more difficult site, but the hours are a little better, Saturday, and Sunday, 2:00 P M till 10 P M. Daine is glad, he hates me out late.

Art

Art in Boise
A visit to an Art museum, for me and many others is a time squandering event. Not that we don’t think it’s useful, but we have other things we would rather be doing. I don’t relish standing next to pseudo Art lovers, oozing in false appreciation.
Rather then standing in a room filled with different works of Art I find it easier to take Professor’s advice and focus on one. Now here is something that I can do, take in one Painting, think on it, and absorb it.
The Boise Art Museum attempts to be user friendly, but I have always found the building overwhelming. Feeling nervous, I go forth.
Lines of paintings and odd sculptures fill my eyes. I seek out something that I can relate to.
I am a lover of faces, if I could paint, I would paint faces. The art that I am drawn to is scheduled for 2007. The artist’s name is Chuck Close. Surviving a spinal blood clot in 1988 resulted in quadriplegia. Unable to continue painting with his hands, he makes brush strokes by gripping a paint brush in his teeth. Chuck Close is associated with a style of painting called photorealism.
Because Art has fads as much as anything else, the style of painting came as an alternate to minimalism. Photorealism is more realistic in appearance, where as minimalists use the smallest amount of shape or form to depict an object.
A person approaches the painting thinking it is a photograph with large pixels, but the closer you get the more you see that it is a painting made up of tiny squares. Each square is another tiny painting. The result is fantastic. I like looking at the painting far away first, and then I creep up on it slowly watching the painting change to tiny squares. I hope no one is watching me do this, I would feel ridiculous.
The face that he paints is called Lyle. Lyle’s face is an artist’s face full of youthful reflection. Mr. Close caught his expression of impatient regard. An artist taking a picture of a fellow artist. I have looked at some of Lyle Ashton Harris’ work as a result of discovering Chuck Close.
The totally great thing about this assignment is I got out and really looked at art. Wherever I was I was looking, taking in, pondering what I saw from all aspects. Some of us see art in everything, but don’t actually look at man made created art. I would be in that category, and I am thankful for the chance to take a second look.
In the movie, “Harriet the Spy” The nanny is taking the children out on an art appreciation quest. She tells them, “Most things are worth a second look.” I would have to agree with her.



Vocabulary Terms
Photorealism--A style of painting in which an image is created in such exact detail that it looks like a photograph; uses everyday subject matter, and often is larger than life.
Representational--Depicts an object in nature in recognizable form.
Grisaille--A painting technique using only grey tints.
Pointillism--A painting technique in which a white background is covered with tiny dots of pure color that fuse when seen from a distance producing a luminous visual effect.
Minimalism--A style of art in which the least possible amount of form shapes, colors, or lines are used to reduce the concept or idea to its simplest form (geometric shapes, progressions).
Impressionism--A movement in painting in which the emphasis on light and color, loose brush strokes, ordinary subject matter; creates the "impression" of a moment in time.

Awww the charming seducer

The card at the right of the cross represents an approaching influence or something to be embraced.
King of Cups, when reversed: The dark essence of water behaving as air, such as rain clouds in a gray sky: A pillar of maturity and patience, hiding a deep insecurity and an indecisive nature. One who secretly lusts for power, but lacks the courage, intellect, or work ethic necessary to take it. A charming seducer who appears innocent and understanding, but is in fact selfish and unfaithful.

The Tarot cards just repeated what I usually expect. I am not surprised. I am officially leaving living in the past. YOU know of whom I speak. Oh yeah, I do this all the time. I haven't been too bad lately, I am busy. Except this bout with the flu lying in bed wishing to be waited on, it never happened...sigh...
I went to work two nights sick, and Sunday the head cold part of the Flu hit me hard. I do not know what the little gentleman did most of the day while I was comatose. I got up and cooked him a couple of corn dogs, sometime during the afternoon then went back to bed.
Midterm in Humanities today, I was very wordy, and half out of it, I have no idea if I did well or not.
YUCK< I still feel yucky.

Good Morning at Five PM

I have a strange lack of vanity lately. Standing outside in the middle of the afternoon waiting for the dogs to pee. I am in my very baggy jammies, my hair is going every which way.
Don't care, where is the coffee?
I am learning to be a bit more assertive...Oh how I hate that. I had to boot a homeless man out of the hotel lobby, I feel bad, but he cannot hang around and use the telephone and computer that is provided for the guests. I had to go upstairs at three A M and quell a bunch of loud drunks on the sixth floor... Again.
I am still fighting the flu, but its going away fast. Tonight I work the grave yard shift again at the state house inn in beautiful downtown Boise Idaho.

Let it fly out the way it flu in

I got the flu. I feel achey and cranky. I digress into odd thoughts and half ideas that I cannot finish.
I think of Jeff Johnson, AKA Frog Lips. Now singing dreaded country western with a band named Cole train.
I have a lot of "what ifs" concerning Jeff. We should have been friends for a lot longer then we were.
I am here, and he doesn't search for me. I should have known that he didn't wish to find me or he would have.
He said he loved me to his cousin several years ago. Since that several years ago stint, I have been single eleven years, and had a baby boy, not in that order.
So, most of the time I am quite content with the life I have forged for myself, and most of the time I embrace the loneliness and count my blessings. The other times I think of Jeff and wonder why we cannot make our own destiny, then it occurs to me, we don't really want to.

Good Morning Sherman

Strange dreams fill the night, death and finality. Dunno, I haven't been morbid lately, only retrospective. Alone isn't so bad, and how can one say alone when I am surrounded by so many people?
I need to apply myself more, instead I sit at my computer in my jammies with my little dog in my lap, he is going to eat the keyboard now.

Daine 18 months

 

Two years ago Daine and I lived by the sea and we always thought we would stay there.
Idaho has been better to me then Oregon, still, I miss that crashing sound and the distant barking of the seals.
This picture was taken seven years ago, so much has changed, so much has stayed the same, I know that my strong love for my children is as ever. 

Sunday Afternoon

I worked two hours friday night, and didn't work Saturday, it is good to get caught up on paperwork, and studying.. however instead I have been a total slouch.

The best things in life.....

Busy lately, working the weekends graveyard shifts, takes the life out of me. I am slowly getting my school work done, but I am going to have to drop math. I don't have any way to keep up.
6 A M the alarm goes off, and the puppy pops out from under my bed and jumps up and snuggles me, I have a hard time getting up after that.

Confucius

Confucius said: "By nature men are pretty much alike; it is learning and practice that set them apart. In education there are no class distinctions."

Question of the day

What are you eating??
Our cute puppy is nearly potty broke, he gives us a five second warning by staring at the door, if no one is paying attention he pees in the hall.

He likes my backpack and pink flip flops. I have small tooth marks on a lot of things.

School is going along swimmingly, however algebra is not. I think I will get it eventually.
I have so many things to do that I am not doing anything. Dr. Armentrout says I am balanced and handling everything, he also pronounces me sane for another week, he always says that.


Either way, sane or not, I am exhausted.... twelve hour patrol tonight.

YOU want me to eat what?!

Not a great day for baby Ava, she doesn't know why her mommie isn't here and why stinky old Gramma is trying to feed her a vile bottle.
Gramma gave up and gave her rice cereal mixed with breast milk and a small bit of banana.

School

And so it begins.... the first day of school tomorrow.

Grunge

Graveyard shift at the construction site last night. The world caved in on me this morning when I was trying to sleep. Kids looking for things, cats spitting at the new puppy, Leo diving into the middle of me to see if I would get up and feed him. I am tired.
Geeez! I have to shower and do it again.
LATER GATOR

So, when is it art.. or just plain stupid?

The only way Snoop can get a date?
Just wondering.

Sherman Sedgwick Dusky

Sherman the new puppy

I bought a new dog, I couldn't take the grief I feel. It is a male cocker spaniel from the Humane Society. Why anyone would give up this wonderful dog, I have no idea.
He is mostly potty broke, which is weird for a new puppy from the pound, and he has a sweet sunshine nature.
Daine said, "Lucy would have loved him."
Yes Lucy would have approved.

Goodbye best friend

I said goodbye to my best friend today.
Health conditions,quality of life... Etc. It still makes me feel like I did something wrong. We think she might have had cancer too. She was the funniest dog I ever owned. I remember her smile and the "quaff" noise she made, and how she didn't bark because she thought it was rude. She was a princess to the end, my friend Lucille.

I am so sick of this abuse of power

Troops 'took turns' to rape Iraqi

The case is the latest in a series of scandals for the US army
A US military hearing has examined testimony of how three soldiers took it in turns to try to rape an Iraqi girl aged 14 in Mahmudiya in March.
The girl and three family members were allegedly killed by four US soldiers.

Graphic details of the attack at the family's home came in a sworn statement by one of the accused, James P. Barker.

The preliminary hearing will decide whether to court-martial the four. The case is one of a series of atrocities blamed on US forces in Iraq.

Along with Sergeant Paul Cortez, Private Jesse Spielman, and Private Bryan Howard, Specialist Barker is charged with rape and murder.

The four are alleged to have helped a former private - Steven Green, who has since left the army - plan, carry out and cover up the attack. Mr Green has pleaded not guilty in a federal court and will be tried separately in the US.

A fifth soldier is alleged to have lied to cover up for his colleagues.

'Whisky and golf'

Investigator Benjamin Bierce interviewed Mr Barker, 23, on 30 June and took down his statement, he told the hearing at a US military base in Baghdad.




US investigations into deaths

On the day of the attack the soldiers had been drinking Iraqi whisky mixed with an energy drink and practising golf strokes at a checkpoint south of Baghdad, Mr Barker's statement said.

One of the soldiers, Steven Green, said he "wanted to go to a house and kill some Iraqis," it alleged.

The four eventually went to a house about 200 metres (yards) away and put the parents and their five-year old daughter in the bedroom, but kept the older girl in the living room.

According to Mr Barker's statement, he and Mr Cortez took it in turns to rape or attempt to rape her.

Mr Barker heard shots from the bedroom, and Steven Green emerged with an AK-47 in his hand saying "They're all dead. I just killed them."


Steven Green, who has pleaded not guilty, is being tried separately

According to the testimony, Mr Green then also raped the girl and shot her dead.

Her body was doused in kerosene and set alight.

The first day of the hearing on Sunday saw an Iraqi army medic describe how he found the bodies of the four Iraqis.

He told prosecutors he was ill for weeks after witnessing the crime scene.

Proceedings are expected to continue for several days.

D R A M A

Lucille and I worked the Skanska Target site last night. Of course, twelve hours of pretty much nothing to do. I dozed off, I woke up with the field supervisor parked next to my car... I haven't been snuck up on before. Lucille is fired.
She played vicious dog after she saw who it was, she really likes the field supervisor. Vicious dog is her showing her teeth in a big canine smile and making a noise like this,"Quaff Quaff"
I was anxious most of the evening, I kept watching every truck with a sleeper and double trailers pulling in and out of the construction site. Rob Anybody knows where I work and that I am alone.
After the night finally cools down, I roll up my windows and lock the doors. Of course Lucy isn't going to protect me.

PHONE SIEGE

If you call someone three times on one day, Five the next day then three the following day, and they do not answer... Do you think maybe they are unavailable...Heaven forbid DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOUR ASS!

Whatever you do, life is on a collision course

Sitting at the construction site with my dog, thinking to myself, " I don't want to do this today."
I cheated and wore thin cotton pants, instead of the horrible polyester uniform pants.
I drank a lot of water, so did the dog. We chased a ball, and doodled around.
A large truck had smashed into the curb and taken out a bit of it. He had blown three of the dual tires on the back.
He was having a bad day. He was stranded six hours waiting for help. He had lost his cell phone in a river the day before. I gave him water and loaned him my cell phone.
I have told myself time and time again... never make eye contact
He is thinking of moving to Boise because of me... one evening with me and he thinks he has met destiny, the answer to his questions, the reason for happiness. Which makes me think he is a few bricks short of a load. Don't get me wrong, I was interested in his life story and he is very nice.... but "DON'T MOVE SO FAST!! Ok?"
Warning bells are ringing again.

Best things are stolen from Janelle

Stolen fair and square from Janelle. It is a mutual thing. My clothes go to her, her ideas go to me.
HEY! where is my green shirt? Out walks Janelle sporting my green shirt.. it looks better on her anyway, alas.



Weyerhaeuser/Trus Joist site is now finished for me, I told the field supervisor that I would be working only one day a week after August 14th, because of school. So instead of waiting till then, they have decided to punish me early and give that site to someone else. I will miss the frogs and the owls. Last week, I was walking on the upper site, ( the whole walk outside takes me nearly an hour) and the owls flew out of their hiding place, not as voraciously as in the past. I was imagining that they were used to me now. Owls I have read are not the smartest of birds, but still wild things have instinct, and they must have realized I was too fat to fly and bother their nest.
I am no longer afraid of them, when I walk by they screech and fly away from their hiding place, but they do not swoop near my head anymore.
A few days later, I was getting ready to walk out of my starting place to begin my rounds, and there was a smaller owl walking around the pavement. It seemed to be calling to me, but I didn't have a mouse or frog handy to feed it. The bird allowed me to get closer and closer, but I did not want to frighten it away. It seemed un-afraid of me, and I was almost sure I could touch it, but I know about sharp beaks and claws, also respect, so I did not succumb to temptation and I gave the bird it's space. It is so beautiful.

Tortured Noises

Oranizing a small boy to help move furniture and clean up toys is more work then doing it yourself, however I think he needs the experience. I wasn't much of a self starter myself at his age.

I am Never bored.. or Rarely

They re-routed the freeway I think, cars all night trouping past my night watch spot. I could hardly get a nap in.
Lucy has worms I discovered. Next pay day... sigh....
Poor animal always has to wait for me to have money to fix her up right.
I am glad I worked on the construction site last night, I love having her company.
Today I am working there again, then tomorrow at the dreaded Truss site. I am being punished for not getting the other site down. What they don't know is I don't mind reading till the sun goes down, walking around in the dark and snoozing in my car in-between walk arounds.

Good Versus Evil

The Dude... Boss or whatever, he has decided he likes me so he put me on a new site.
This is less hours, extensive walking in the dark. The building is huge with several warehouses, offices, cubicles, and reception areas. I am to walk around for hours looking for silver dots to push a rod into, called a TOCO. The TOCO records where I was and at what time. There are research projects going on, there are angry owls waiting for my approach. The first night, the gentleman at that post was to take me around the site for two hours and "show me" there was great faith that I would understand my plight all too well. Being the sickening optimist, although.. a suspicious one, I jumped in with my usual enthusiasm and innocence.
He enjoyed talking, he is in his eighties and quite spree. I wrote notes, instructions, descriptions of where we walked and where the silver dots were, all to the background of his life story. I did not mind, but I was worried.. I know me very well.
After Jim left around 10:30 PM I was on my own. This meant aimless wandering around warehouses with no idea how to get out. Stairs, machinery, and signs that say, "DANGER DO NOT ENTER" were in my way. I found the boards that are put under pressure, I am to record what time they break. I am to open large over head doors to let in air, I am to check fans and machinery that I know nothing about.
I am not afraid of the dark, only what might be lurking in the dark... I wanted Lucy my trusty lab.. Or not so trusty, but company.
I found my way outside and began my long walk around the outer buildings, there were towers of various shapes and sizes. One was extremely antique,unused looking.It housed a family of angry owls. I admired their beauty and hoped they didn't dive bomb me. They did, a little, but not with a lot of ferocity. I felt they would not harm me anyway. But I did jump out of my shoes, (literally) when the first one screamed and flew toward my face.
I am not afraid of bats and birds usually, so I continued on my unsteady way. Eventually I found my way around the site, my shins hurt, I think I must have walked miles. I informed the boss the next day that I could not find all the dots in the dark, he said, if I was walking around looking, I was doing my job and not to worry. Easy for him to say, I hear there are others at that site that do care about those silver dots and will complain loudly when they see that I am not finding all of them.
HOWEVER.. part of me doesn't care, I am trying my best, I asked for another day of training, and I went last night.. same thing only worse, Jim figured he knew me now and talked incessantly and was reluctant to walk the site. So Tuesday I am going to show up on another person's shift without pay and walk it with them, I shall keep quiet about Jim and my problems finding my way, the less said the better. I have found that I give people a noose constantly and let them pull it around my neck. If only I was mute sometimes.

B O O F!

It's not so bad losing three days, I suppose.
I come home at six A M and go to bed. There is usually a small child asleep and stretched out on my side of the bed. It is hard to maneuver them away to the other side.
I sleep till three P M. I get up, eat, and do it all over again.
Monday I am a zombie, Tuesday I Feel almost normal, I dread Friday when I start it all again.
Lucy has been a great help. I am not nearly as terrified with her along. She perks up and says "BOOF" if anyone approaches my car.
She is a friendly dog, but people don't know that. She snores in the back seat, and immediately sits up if anyone drives down to the construction site we are guarding.. watching?
It's nice to have company for those twelve long hours in the night.