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Monday, August 22, 2022

Turning A Corner

Turning A Corner


Was it simply luck that had caused her to turn down this street? It wasn’t really a street, more like a passageway. She’d only stepped onto the neat cobblestones when she saw it. Just lying there. Glistening in the weak sunlight; waiting for her to come along and pick it up. So different from the cobblestones, the little white card seemed to glow. Did Annabelle hear a choir of angels from the puffy white clouds or was she just imagining things? Who dropped it? Or did someone throw it away? Did that matter? She picked it up. Scouring newspapers, the internet at the library, posters on cork boards, anywhere she could find them and even telephone pole, Annabelle had found many jobs. She dressed carefully each morning in her only dress and her only shoes; both showing age and wear. Mailing out many resumés, she had a few unsuccessful interviews and rent day was coming soon with no way to pay her landlord. 


Annabelle’s face fell when she read the card. It was her last failed interviewer’s card. She almost flung it back on the ground, but turned it over. A phone number, a name and a scribbled note. Deciphering the note, she read: need nanny, talk with Joe Farley at Agency. Should she call whoever wrote this note? What did she have to lose? She had wanted a nanny placement. She tried everything else.  She’d be brave and call just incase these people were still looking. 


~~~~~

Years later, her two charges were grown and had moved on with their lives. Sitting quietly with their father one evening, Annabelle pulled out the little card. A reminder for them both of the magic of the day she turned a corner.


~~~~~


“Ability is of little account without opportunity.”

~ Napoleon Bonaparte


Author’s note: Another writing exercise! 

                        Same website: writingexercises.co.uk 


The exercise: Random First Line: I chose: Was it simply luck that had caused her to turn down this street? From childhood, I was taught to always answer a question - and quickly. A story was not the best response then, but I am a bit older now. Still lots of questions and answers can be as long as I want them.

Sunday, February 7, 2021

A Cat Tale - The Layabout


I had finished gathering and sorting all my laundry, not pleased with my new hire. I had hoped to have great conversations about world affairs or just the state of snow removal in the city. And of course, a reliable employee. Had my expectations of the young man been too great? When he initially came on the scene, we did have a couple of short interviews - that I didn’t know were interviews. I later learned I was the interviewee. I hired him some months later. He had seemed pleasant enough, even though he was quite young. He wasn’t one of those eager beaver types that want to get in your face whenever one sits down to read a book or finish up computer files and seemed quite quiet and polite. Previous employers seemed quite satisfied with his comportment although in retrospect I realized his employee status had been carefully avoided.  So when he was recommended to me, having lost his position in a very comfortable home, I decided it was time to hire some help. I admit this decision was partly selfish on my account as winter had set in with a vengeance. I could offer room and board, with a bit of light housework. I learned via the grapevine that he may have had to live shelter to shelter  - on the street and getting involved with all kinds of vicious characters. Within the first 24 hours in my home, that handsome young man that I thought was quiet and polite was bossy and noisy. He talked my ear off at that top of his lungs. Demanded that he have free range in the kitchen. That is as well as regular meals - that I had to make for him. If it hadn’t been blizzarding, I would have given him my old sleeping bag and opened the door. But I am too soft hearted. 

Over time, we came to an understanding about all the racket he was making. I’m a bit of a loner and cherish my peace and quiet. Slowly things settled into a comfortable routine. We respected each other’s space and had developed a cordial relationship. Until today. I had asked for help with gathering and sorting the laundry. Not a big job. I just wanted some company. He wandered around, sat on the window seat looking out at the world then seemed to have disappeared. Then I found him. Taking a nap. 


“A quick nap right now sounds really good.”

~ Fred Olsen Ray

Wednesday, April 29, 2020

Chapter One, Episode 36 - Giles - Situationally Theirs


June 11, 2020
Review, Edit and Update : 
Editing Episode 36, there were issues of punctuation and spelling, with the addition of detail and one page break. 

Reviewing Giles, there was not only character development of Giles Thornton, but of family life within the restrictions of Covid19. Even the Thornton family dog, Chester, was given a nod. This episode also demonstrates a supportive relationship between Giles, the Estate chauffeur and Digby, the Estate butler.

Giles

The happy relief in Giles voice was obvious. The last person Digby had spoken with about the upcoming Staff meeting was the chauffeur for the Beaufort Estate. A slender man in late forties, he had been employed with the Beaufort family for almost as long as he and Martha and Cook. He had come on staff after the retirement of the previous chauffeur, Godfrey. Giles, good looking in a rakish sort of way, was a happily married man with four young sons. He doted on his wife and sons, family being central to his life. When Digby interviewed him, he made it clear to him that his family always came first. He went on to say that he was an extremely reliable employee, and recognized that his employment was the financial support for his family. His wife, Melanie, was a fifth grade teacher so their hours of work sometimes conflicted. However, a niece was ‘on call’ for such conflicts and for any other emergencies. Giles felt good about this arrangement, because he and Melanie knew they always had a back up plan. Secondly, they were contributing to his niece's university education. When he got home from the interview, Melanie asked whether he had explained their back up plan. She was beautiful and so good but she was always one to give too much information in Giles opinion. “Melanie, it’s just not relevant to whether I get the job or not. Never give the boss too much information about your personal life.” 

“But Giles, we need that job. This gentleman that interviewed you needs more than your word.” Melanie’s big blue eyes were damp, her forehead furrowed.

“Honey, it’s ok. He’s going to call me back by the end of tomorrow. He seemed more concerned about my driver’s license and experience, which is far better than information about baby-sitting arrangements.”

Although Digby was never one to instantly assess a character as ‘good’ or ‘bad’. In Giles case, he had already made up his mind. Conscientious almost to a fault, Digby completed each interview question. He was pleased to know that his instant judgment had been verified in black and white.  

~~~~~

Giles Thornton and Digby had become very good friends over the years. Giles was the only other man in daily employment on the Estate. Digby did enjoy the company of the women, including young Brigitte who drove a fine motorcycle. He had purposely left Giles til last when he contacted all the staff regarding the upcoming Staff meeting. He would never admit it, but he wanted extra time for a short visit with Giles, besides just telling him of the staff meeting. Hearing his happy voice was so very pleasant. 

Melanie, a consummate multitasker, was making sandwiches,  reviewing her online lesson plans, wiping a little one's tears and folding laundry when the phone rang. Giles was at the table with Peter, their second oldest son. "Giles - It's Mr. Digby. Here, I'll take over for you.......Peter, mommy will help you with that."

Breathless, Giles said “James! I am so, so glad to hear from you!” 

“My goodness Giles. I didn’t know that you would be so relieved to get my call. Are you all right? And all of your family? It sounds like you have a very busy household.”

“Of course, I’m all right, James. The whole fam-damly is in excellent health! So all right that in fact, I’m about to pull my hair out. It’s just that I’m not used to being at home for this long a stretch with Melanie and all four of the boys. You need me to come in don’t you? Please!” His laugh boomed through he telephone. “Melanie’s teaching from home on video chats. She’s on the phone between times with parents about to break down in tears with homework. All four boys hate doing their school work when they have a backyard that needs them. Chester, our dog, is the happiest when we’re all home like this. Sometimes the only quiet time I get is taking the dog for a walk. But usually I have one or all of the boys with me, so it’s more play time than quiet time. Am I running on and on while you’re wanting to tell me something?”

“It’s only about a Staff meeting I’m calling next week. We’re going to meet in the kitchen so we can maintain the distancing that Dr. Bonnie Henry, the Public Health officer, is asking us to maintain. The only other issue is the three estate vehicles. Will you be able to come by in the next couple of days to check them all for gas, oil, tires - that sort of thing. You know what needs to be done. Mrs. Beaufort and her sister have been driving the SUV quite a bit in the last couple of weeks.”

“Her sister! She has a sister? I didn’t think she had any family. That’s wonderful. She’s been so lost, and not all that pleasant, since Mr. Michael passed on. Are they close?”

“I’m not certain about how close they are. All I’m aware of is that, the night we abandoned Mrs. Beaufort to her own devices, she got a call in the middle of the night - I think from the city jail.”

“The jail?! Is her sister some kind of criminal?”

“No. No, apparently there was some kind of misunderstanding but for some odd reason Miss Desperanza couldn’t return to her own apartment. It had something to do with pandemic restrictions her apartment building had set, so she needed a place to stay. The two ladies were in isolation together out here where they stayed in the downstairs. Miss Desperanza slept in Martha’s room and Mrs. Beaufort stayed in mine.”

“Did they get along ok or do you know, James?

“They did have a difficulty or two. Since her sister has been with her, Mrs. Beaufort has been a different person. And a much nicer one. She and her sister have gotten groceries for both myself and Martha. I think Cook had a delivery as well.”

“Martha? How is she, James?”

Digby was silent for a moment, except for a slight clearing of his throat. “She is well. Enjoying her grandchildren even though it’s over Facetime. And your four fine sons?”

“You’re changing the subject on me, James. How are you and Martha?”

“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about, Giles. 

“Oh, James. You don’t know what I’m talking about? Really? I’ve watched the two of you going over lists of things a little bit longer than necessary. Then the times I’ve come in from outside ~ you two having a cup of tea in the middle of the afternoon, with your special stash of cookies. Bringing flowers ‘for the kitchen table’ - ‘for everyone to enjoy’. Cook only wants flowers on the table at meal time, and then a nice low flower arrangement. Long stems of bright carnations with one rose in the middle of the bouquet? I'm seldom in the kitchen for very long, but I always hear about the flowers from someone.”

“Well, if you must know Giles, I do quite like her as a person. She is very good at her Housekeeper’s duties. She is also very kind. Other than that, there is nothing else. Do you have any questions. And none about Martha please.” Digby’s face was quite red and his collar was feeling dreadfully tight,

“Oh, all right James. I’ll leave you alone about Martha." Giles knew when to let well enough alone. "I’ll be to the Estate tomorrow, probably closer to noon, to check the vehicles and hope to meet this ‘new’ Mrs. Beaufort and her sister if they're out there. It was really good talking to you. When are you going to be at the mansion?” 

“I am going to the Beaufort Estate early tomorrow afternoon. Maybe we’ll cross paths. I could bring us lunch and we could eat outside if the weather is agreeable.”

~~~~~

James and Giles did in fact have lunch together the next day at the edge of the orchard. Not only was the weather beautiful and sunny, the apple trees were just beginning to blossom. Emelina and Desperanza, deep in discussion about beehives and beekeeping, arrived just as the men were finishing their lunch. Greetings and introductions were shared in the spring time sun.

“Conversation should touch everything, 
but should concentrate itself on nothing.”
~ Oscar Wilde

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Always Qualified for More Knowledge




“You’re overqualified 
    for this job.”
I didn’t know what that meant.
I didn’t agree.

“You’re overqualified 
    for this job.”
Years later, I know.
Today I do agree ~ in a cynical sort of way.

Not curious enough then to question.
Another’s opinion is only that.
Another’s opinion.

Curious enough for occasional reflection
Years later, ‘overqualified for this job’ 
Makes sense? ~ I had higher education about addictions.

Policy and procedure sets limits of time and task.
Today, expanded knowledge outside such a box
Also makes sense

Working well within policies and procedures
Requires artful expression of expanded knowledge
Not an empty box.

“Your mind will never be dull, if you remember 
there is never enough to learn for it to be too full.”
~ Benny Bellamacina, Philosophical Uplifting Quotes vol. 2

Author's note: Edited January 21, 2024

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Turnaround Monday Treasures

Done my day job for a few days
Writing set aside but for diary and blog
Late lunch at James Bay Heron Rock Bistro!

Lots of activity from morning to night!
Walking and talking and laughter and chat

To a huge mall seeking yarn for a project
UpTown Mall is vast and walking was long!

Then back to town to James Bay - hunger growled!
Heron Rock Bistro and a Smoked Salmon Benny with Horseradish Hollandaise more than satisfied that!
To say that I had the best Benny I’ve had would be understated.
A mere, and very delicious, perception of the horseradish
Thin crunchy curls of onion with home fried potatoes…………...but I digress.

A shopping wander through Second Chance Consignment next door
Leaving with Blossom Time china pieces and a fine piece of pottery.

Home for  a short break….hang a Christmas bow glittering green and red on the door…
So exhausted….sigh…….

Then off to the annual Victoria Athletic Club Christmas Party
Members attending bringing food donations for the Food Bank drive.
Catered beautifully by the Grand Pacific Hotel 
Door prizes won by fifteen members - I wasn’t one of them.

Now to bed after such an exhausting day!

“You can either be a victim of the world or an adventurer 
in search of treaure. It all depends on how you view your life.”
~ Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes

Monday, September 28, 2015

Just Before 'X'

Voting: 
a privilege, 
a right, 
a responsibility…

and yet

political trust and political will
is a balance that shifts and sways
opinions left, right and center
asking to be believed, to be trusted….
debating the merits of their beliefs
while detailing their opponents’ poverty of realism

who is the best citizen incumbent for the job?
how is one to know?
and when?

Just before ‘x’ marks the box?

“Do the unexpected. Take 20 minutes out of your day, 
do what young people all over the world are dying to do: vote.”
~ Rick Mercer

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

It's Not My Job

It’s not my job
then who’s job is it
in the space between my job and your job
between our job and someone else’s job.
When a job needs doing, 
do we wait, 
simmering with resentment,
until that nebulous someone 
comes in to do what really is only ‘their’ job?

Definitions, schedules,
guidelines, rules and regulations.
Boxes of smoky nothingness.
Expectations and outcomes suffer the outrage of blame
working with people
providing a service
building a foundation
called upon to extend ourselves
outside the box if only for the sake
of helping out that nebulous someone else
collaborating for jobs well done.

Individual recovery may not be my job.
My job to support recovery for individuals
definitely is my job.

“Until the great mass of the people shall be filled
with the sense of responsibility for each other’s welfare,
social justice can never be attained.”
~ Helen Keller

Monday, January 7, 2013

The Question of Nursing

Nursing ~
it’s a job but don’t go there.
Advice sometimes heard from the tired.

The job?
Care of broken bodies and spirits requiring mending.
When medicine has been prescribed or surgery has been done,
it is time for healing.

Nursing time. 
A 24/7 time.
When form and function are misplaced or lost, nurses step in, to support and encourage healing, be it long or short, by 
hand holding, 
problem solving
helping the sick to understand their sickness - mental or physical
educating about lifelong health conditions
turning those that cannot turn themselves
bathing those that cannot bath themselves
changing dressings and cleaning wounds ~ large or small
care of beeping and burping life supporting machines
and yes, sometimes unsavoury tasks related to bodily function

And in all of this,
assessing and monitoring an individual’s progression
to wellness and sometimes to the end of a life - whether well lived or not.

Finally, documenting the changes in whatever progression there is,
for the next nurse to see and understand.

Why do we do these things?
Is it just a job?
What holds us together besides
an employer, 
an association 
a union.
What are the reasons?

“As a nurse, we have the opportunity to heal the heart, mind, 
soul and body of our patients, their families and ourselves.  They may
 forget your name but they will never forget how you made them feel.”
~ Maya Angelou

Monday, July 23, 2012

Employment vs Days off

"Fruits of Labour"
Hazeldell Orchards Fruit Stand
Kelowna, B.C.



“I wish I didn’t have to be at work today”
A phrase oft heard and wondered about.
There are 
schedules
tasks 
duties
within our
jobs
employment
careers
quite boring and tedious at times.

I would like to say
‘be grateful for that job’
‘that pay cheque pays for life outside of work’

But what about those that must work at 
any job
seasonal or not
dead end or not
interesting or not
just to put food on the table
keep a roof over their heads
in sickness and in health

or those who do not have a job
for many, many reasons
but still need to have food on the table
keep a roof over their heads
in sickness and in health.

Have I ever said 
“I wish I didn’t have to be at work today”?
I am certain I have.
Likely because
a sunshine-y blue sky beckoned
outside interests called me
personality conflicts at my workplace pushed me away
or maybe I was just tired:
physically
mentally
emotionally
spiritually

I wonder if anyone has ever said:
“I wish I didn’t have to stay away from work today”?

Days off from paid employment are employed by
work and fun with family, friends and community
opportunities to develop a personal life to
warm one's heart and free one's mind 
from the blinders of dulling routine
creating a life from all available.

“Family and work. Family and work. I can let them be at war, 
with guilt as their nuclear weapon and mutually assured 
destruction as their aim, or I can let them nourish each other.”
~ Ellen Gilchrist, The Writing Life