More Old Writing

Supergirl
My powers are gone
my wings have been clipped.
No more flying for me
those inspirational tirades - history
come humility - gone vanity.
The phone booth is vacant
the hot line rings dead
I'm just another working gal
trying to stay ahead.
Just one of the crowd
nothing so damn special.
Don't SOS me for help
not ready, willing, nor able
my cards - they're on the table
!No habla Espanol aqui!
Try my replacement!
All washed up
supergirl no more
such a GD bore .........
living is such a chore.

One Night
You took me in to your log home in the snowy woods. I could see the twinkling of your lights through the trees. Cold, covered with snow and shivering I timidly knocked on your door. You opened it up, I saw your face and I knew that this was where I would find a safe haven from the storm. You removed my coat for me and led me to a big comfy chair. It was dark green and had large inviting cushions. Then you made me some vegetable soup and hot chocolate. A meal never tasted so good. We sat in front of your fire, you and I, getting acquainted, talking about so many things, bonding, learning. You got out your guitar and wrote a song for me. I felt pampered, desired and safe. I knew I should go home, but something about you made me want to stay forever. When the sun set, you ushered me to your big green couch, set me up with a pillow and blanket, told me a bedtime story about a princess and a castle and a fire-breathing dragon. I closed my eyes and slept more soundly than I had ever slept. Your warmth, caring and strength lulled me into a safe slumber. The next morning, a strange thing happened. I told you I wanted to stay here with you forever, but you said that was not possible. I turned my head not wanting you to see the tears that had suddenly sprung from my eyes. I wanted to yell and scream, "please don't make me go. This is real - it is right!" But instead, without a word I put on my brown coat, hat and gloves, opened the door to the gray cold morning. I did not say thank you or goodbye or anything. I just walked away.
When I reached the edge of his woodsy land, I turned around for one last look hoping to see him in the doorway calling me back. All I could see was the dark smoke billowing from his chimney and the endless trees stretching before me.

Time for a Post - FIrst Snow Fall

Today I woke up to find my car covered with snow - it was a very unwelcome sight. I want to move - South - NOW!! The reality is I have to get my snow tires on now - clean off the boots, find the scarves, gloves, car scraper, find the shovels, the roof snow scrapers. Was man really meant to live in a climate where you need all these things? My Dad was born in San Francisco and I wonder what his parents were thinking when they all moved to the Northeast. Don't most people go the other way around???? Oh well, I guess I should stop whining now and move on to something besides the weather. Yesterday, I had to make a presentation in my department and it went very well. I haven't done that in a while and I realized how much I like public speaking and comfortable I feel. It put me on a high and now I am finding it hard to get back to the humdrum of a regular day's work after working so hard to get ready for the presentation. Anyway, I guess I will end with a poem by Edgar A. Guest
Things Work Out
By Edgar A. Guest
Because it rains when we wish it wouldn't,
Because men do what they often shouldn't,
Because crops fail, and plans go wrong- Some of us grumble all day long.
But somehow, in spite of the care and doubt, It seems at last that things work out.
Because we lose where we hoped to gain,
Because we suffer a little pain,
Because we must work when we'd like to play- Some of us whimper along life's way.
But somehow, as day always follows the night, Most of our troubles work out all right.
Because we cannot forever smile,
Because we must trudge in the dust awhile,
Because we think that the way is long- Some of us whimper that life's all wrong.
But somehow we live and our sky grows bright, And everything seems to work out all right.
So bend to your trouble and meet your care,
For the clouds must break, and the sky grow fair.
Let the rain come down, as it must and will, But keep on working and hoping still.
For in spite of the grumblers who stand about, Somehow, it seems, all things work out.

Saturday at home

Today is a partly cloudy day and chilly - I feel sort of partly cloudy myself. The weather definitely affects my mood. Today makes me think of what's coming - the cold and blowing snow, the bitter chill that goes right to the bone. The older I get the more I find it unpleasant. Sometimes it almost feels painful to get dressed and undressed - such a shock to my system. This past summer we went to Virginia Beach and the heat from the air just soaked into my body and warmed it up with such an intensity from my little toe to the top of my head, through my muscles and bones. It was magnificent. I hope to move to a warmer climate when I retire (and before that visit somewhere warm at least for a week in the winter. 2 years ago went to Miami - fantastic, amazing, almost like being in an interesting foreign country. I even got to practice my Spanish - I haven't lost it completely. Well, that's enough rambling for today - gotta get moving and stop feeling sorry for myself, eh?