I Cannot Leave

For C.L.

For Paul

Because you both made a difference

Adorkable, I do not want to leave your home right now, even if all we do is sit in your living room—under a blanket—watching a movie.

I do not want to leave your playfulness.

I do not want to leave the way you always make me laugh.

I do not want to leave how we can talk about nothing and everything, and you can know something and I can know something and—together—we can grow into people who are better than the people we were in the beginning.

I do not want to leave the fact that the more I get to know you—well, the more you make my little ol’ heart go pitter-patter.

I. do. not. want. to. leave.

And, I’m not completely certain that I can.

Superman, I do not want to leave your presence right now, even if all I do is sit in my living room—under a blanket—remembering all the little things, each one made special because you were a part of it.

I do not want to leave your ‘PROLLYs’ or your ‘NO-YEAH-BUTs’ or your ‘LORI-LORUS-LAVORUS-LIEBOWITZ-LILLIPUT-LIPSCHITZs.’

I do not want to leave your head thrown back in your full-hearted, happiness-inducing laughter.

I do not want to leave your explanations about the Rose of Sharon, or what hands on stomachs means or why sometimes decent people do things they don’t want to do because it is the RIGHT thing to do.

I do not want to leave how you could tell me you loved me—without words—with just the smile on your face.

I. do. not. want. to. do. it.

And, I’m not completely certain that I can.

I do not want to leave, but if I follow my heart and stay here with you, then I’ll be

Leaving those people who have loved, guided, and protected me these 23 years.

Leaving my illuminating job as a lower light, and

Leaving the only hope I’ll ever have of walking along that street of gold, and

Leaving GOD.

I do not want to leave either of you.

I. do. not. want. to. do. it.

But I cannot leave HIM.

I. can. NOT .do. it.

I cannot leave.

Paradise, Lost

Paradise, Lost

This just in:  It turns out that Superman ain't so super, anymore.

He has--with forethought and purpose--thrown away his cape.

He isn't the son of Jor-El, as we've always believed.

He is a human.  He is only a real boy.

He will no longer fly to the top of the bright, blue sky

to fight and defeat all those evil, nefarious, ne'er-do-wells.

I guess he wants to retire from being the strongest, wisest,

handsomest, and awesome-est man on the planet.

And there is no one who can EVER take his place. Not one soul.

It's his choice, I suppose, but I have to be honest--
I'm absolutely devastated.

But, I still love you, Superman.

Hashtag: Work Funnies, # 1

So many interesting things happen to me four days a week when I'm at 200 Creekside.  I may feel compelled to write about them every now and then, so I've decided to start a blog inside a blog which I've (tongue-in-cheek) entitled "Hashtag: Work Funnies."  

This photo was taken today when I was cleaning the men's bathroom.  As you can see, this man must have been sitting there for a bit cos he decided to take on a decorating job.  Yep, he very precisely (and mostly evenly) draped a large bit of toilet paper around the hand rails!  Maybe he had gotten the memo that Christmas decorations were being taken down today and he wanted to do his part to stop the desecration of festiveness?   Dunno, but it certainly made me laugh!

I didn't take photos yesterday, but some funnies occurred then, also.  A preface:  When I first began this job, my boss gave me two work uniform tops.   I said that I prolly wore large, but all he had was extra large, so what was I to do but take them, yeah?  After handing them to me; however, he let the other shoe drop.  Those are men's extra large, though."      This was another 'what was I to do' situation, so I took them and have been wearing them every day for five weeks.  They are H-U-G-E on me!  Seriously, they are probably 2-3 sizes too big.

I had a ton of errands to do yesterday after work, so I brought a change of clothes with me when I left the house and changed after I clocked out.   As I walked up to the front to give back my keys, Kimmy looked at me with shock in her eyes!  "You have BOOBS!!!" she said, "I would NEVER have guessed it from your work top!"  

Seriously, y'all--you can't make these things up!  :)