Another work week has begun. Odd energy out there today. Not in the least unpleasant, but odd. Herself was pleasant, relatively speaking. Customer’s were patient and polite. Once I arrived home for lunch I even received a polite telephone call to tell me that I did not get a job, another job I had applied for, passed exams in flying colours for, been interviewed for, and apparently failed to procure despite my talent and suitability. The woman who called to disappoint me even generously offered to put me on an “available list” in case I might be chosen for a lesser paying position, by the person who actually got the position I was not hired to perform. It’s been odd.

It has been sunny. One of the things I like about the office I work in is that there are a lot of windows and light surrounds all time spent in the building. Snow is melting steadily, and slowly. The driveway is almost clear and easy to get in and out of now. Another sunny day is expected tomorrow.

For the next three weeks I’ll be putting one foot in front of the other, as I move through each day at work, treading carefully so as not to set off “land-mines” with my coworker. Day one has gone well, I have fourteen more days to navigate.

I’ve spent my afternoon on whimsy. I”ve listened to Tom Waits, Ray Lamontagne, Leo Kotke and Townes Van Zandt. I’ve reread the email I received yesterday from a distant cousin, we have the same GGG Grandparents; I had no information on her line of the family. What a pleasure to share research with her, and to meet a relative. I wonder if we are much alike. I met another cousin, a second cousin through another line of the family tree, over the Internet by serendipity; she and I have corresponded for years and share so many similar viewpoints and values that is seems uncanny. We have shared the passing of her husband, the birth of our grandchildren, the illnesses of her parents, the passing of her sister and many other ups and downs of day to day living.

Attila and I enjoyed our anniversary, we had a nice quiet evening, pizza and a movie.

The time changed, it was a “spring forward”, which means that it is dark again when Attila leaves for work. Not for long though, before we know it the days will lengthen. The sky is a beautiful eggshell blue with wisps of pale, pale pink hung like garlands across the sky; it is 7:27 p.m.!

Terra just texted to let us know that Lares’ Grandfather passed away just before noon today. God bless. We are thinking of Lares, Terra and the family.

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Condition: Clear
Pressure: 103.0 kPa
Visibility: 16 km
Temperature: -9.0°C
Dewpoint: -9.5°C
Humidity: 96 %
Wind: N 4 km/h
Wind Chill: -1


“It is not wealth one asks for, but just enough to preserve one’s dignity, to work unhampered, to be generous, frank and independent.”
W. Somerset Maugham
1874 – 1965

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Best wishes to Lares and his family on the passing of his grandfather. No matter how timely the end, it still often marks a shifting of generations. That seems to be part of the grief experience not often discussed.

And here’s wishing you smooth sailing over the next 14 days of work. What a challenge you have there!


Thank you Wendy, for your thoughts and kind words for Lares and his family. It is the shifting of the generations, passing the torch to Lares parents, Aunts and Uncles.

As for my challenge in the workplace, I feel a little like an olympic hopeful, eating well, getting enough sleep, working towards that prize… April!


I’m quite envious of your skill at navigating the family-tree search. I’d love to be able to do that! It must require endless patience; something I don’t have an abundance of.

My condolences to Lares and everyone who loves his grandfather. It’s not an easy time.


Kate, I began working on my family tree in 1995 and have put endless hours into the project. It kept me busy when I left the Ph.D. behind me, my wheels were spinning pretty fast in those days and a dead stop might have finished me off, so I just kept moving with the family tree. Sometimes I go months without looking at it, but the ghosts of love are always there waiting for me when I come back.

Thanks for your the kind wishes for Lares and his family.