I am a 25 year old first draft

shermeanuhh:

when the novelty of youth wears off
when the life span of forever relationships end
and I’m holding hands with the woman I’ve become
I’d rather find the balance in her presence
than the shame in her existence
I don’t want to feel lonely in a room full
of my bad decisions
I want to find solitude in the company
of the chances I took when I had the chance
Aside from this small suggestion of direction
I have no idea what I am doing

Yes. That is it exactly! Except in my case I am a 39 11/12 year old first draft and I still have no idea what I am doing. ~ Janean

I signed up for NaNoWriMo but haven’t gotten much past 5,000 words as of November 10, 2011. This picture is a good reminder for me to keep going and write it anyway, even if it makes no logical sense to do so, because I just have to. ~ Janean

unplugged (part 2)

I am Living Offline today. 
Call if you need me. 
I may answer. 
Otherwise, please be patient.
And know I’ll reply later. 
I always do.
~ Janean

This is my e-mail vacation response. I set it up on the days I’m away from my computer. Days like today, when I’m goin’ on a road trip. I took this photograph, of me unplugging, in March of this year, before an overnight getaway with my children to visit my grandfather in southern Illinois. I’m heading there again today, this time to celebrate his 96th birthday. What A Special Day. Definitely one to live offline, fully present in the moment. This is something I am practicing. It used to be The Only Way To Live. Now we’re e-mailing, blogging, tweeting, facebooking and tumbling from our desktops, laptops and cell phones too. Yet, at times we feel more disconnected than ever. Nothing beats having a friend call to say hello, except having them over for an in person visit. Even an impromptu one. Children know how to do this best. The words, “Can you come out and play?” are magical. Right up there with, “Can you come over?” Even in Our Modern World, some things never change. I am so thankful my children are lucky enough to have friends who live next door. They have friends on either side. I do too. Lucky us! 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time to unplug and hit the road. I have a ride to catch, a green car heading south. Just for the day. Well, a few hours in the middle really. Because the visit will go by way too fast, and before I’m ready, it’ll be Time To Go. I’ll be travelin’ north via locomotive. Headin’ home on the afternoon train. Adventure awaits. Family too. On both legs of the journey. I can hardly wait!

Confessions of A Facebookaholic
http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/10/21/confessions-of-a-facebookaholic

unplugged 
from June 17, 2011
http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/06/17/unplugged

© 2011 Janean Baird, Turquoise Tangles

http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/11/09/unplugged-part-2

I will think of you

I will think of you
when I see red geraniums
bloomin’ in the spring
and nursery grown hardy mums
in a rainbow of colors
bloomin’ in the fall

I will think of you
on Halloween night
and your stories
of the trick you played
pinning horns
old school fun
back in the day
yours

I will think of you
when Christmas comes 
the aroma of pine needles
fillin’ the air
premium quality fresh cut trees
one of your many specialties
at the nursery
you owned

I will think of you
when deviled eggs
are on the menu
especially at Easter

I will think of you
when U of I and ISU are playing
football and basketball
you rarely missed a game

I will think of you
and your paper piles
as I sit surrounded by mine
you respected my system
since it was so much 
like your own

I will think of you
and your hazel eyes
that twinkled when you teased
I read you pretty well
and sometimes played along
’til you gave up tryin’
with a chuckle and a grin

I will think of you
and your suit coats
some more memorable
than others
business with class
panache
savvy and sharp
part shark
ever watchful 
of the bottom line

I will think of you
in the fall, winter
and early spring
summertime too
Catalog Season
it grew to be year ‘round
but not on my calendar
not anymore
I walked away
you let me go 
business cool fell away
in a sea of salty tears 
my heart was breaking
loyalty split in two
family first
mine

I will think of you
and remember
your heart
for family
friends
employees 
and strangers

I will think of you
and remember 
the millions of catalogs
printed at your say so
product
prices
paper
postage
printing
art and copy too
you oversaw it all

I will think of you
and remember 
the good times
mentoring
negotiating
analyzing
dreaming
planning for next season
next spring
next fall
hoping it’ll be better
or just as good
lookin’ back
lookin’ ahead
livin’ in the now

I will think of you
and remember 
the thrill of day trips
on your private jet
for business
in Minnesota
New York
and Virginia
that was my favorite
seeing the sun rise 
from above the clouds
the great ships
mere specks 
from the air
sandcastle views
at lunchtime
and then home 
in time for supper

I will think of you
and remember
a week long trip
you sent my family on
a fairy tale come true 
five short years ago

I will think of you
most of all
when I see green felt tip writing
scrawled on a yellow legal pad
then I will remember
you

The man I worked for, for over eleven years, died on Friday morning, November 4, 2011. A friend, who left the company before I did, let me know he was gone via a Friday evening e-mail. It was lung cancer, though he never smoked. His doctors didn’t think he’d live ‘til Christmas a year ago. He proved ‘em wrong, fighting every step of the way, from what I hear. I thought of him often, in the years since I left his employ. It was for the best. My going. It was. Though still one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Stupid cancer. 

Two Years Ago Today
http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/06/19/2-years-ago-today

Untangled
http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/untangled

© 2011 Janean Baird, Turquoise Tangles

http://my.opera.com/jbaird/blog/2011/11/07/i-will-think-of-you


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