edgarblythe wrote:645. I think Reyn is still working his part time job. Or is he. How's that going, buddy?
Yup, since the beginning of March. I've only been hired as a "casual" though. So, right now not too many shifts. It's going to pick up for June though. I imagine for the summer, too.
The extra money is coming in quite handy actually. Residents in our city were hit with a 16% increase in property tax this year.
I've probably explained before, but the place I work is part of an assisted care home for seniors (you know, like you).
I work in the kitchen and dining room in a variety of jobs, from doing dishes to serving meals, etc, etc.
I've heard that people who work in those places beat up the old folks. (Not where you work, of course).
Thanks Edgar.
659. I think tonight of the poem in which a man falls from the sky, while a horse in the foreground scratches its innocent behind. ---Icarus.
660. I think of how frail is life, and how we waste so much of it
edgarblythe wrote:659. I think tonight of the poem in which a man falls from the sky, while a horse in the foreground scratches its innocent behind. ---Icarus.
edgar, have you ever seen the movie, the man who fell to earth, the poem and pic are featured in one scene
here's pic and poem, both much loved favourites of mine
About suffering they were never wrong,
The Old Masters; how well, they understood
Its human position; how it takes place
While someone else is eating or opening a window or just walking dully along;
How, when the aged are reverently, passionately waiting
For the miraculous birth, there always must be
Children who did not specially want it to happen, skating
On a pond at the edge of the wood:
They never forgot
That even the dreadful martyrdom must run its course
Anyhow in a corner, some untidy spot
Where the dogs go on with their doggy life and the torturer's horse
Scratches its innocent behind on a tree.
In Breughel's Icarus, for instance: how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.
edgarblythe wrote:660. I think of how frail is life, and how we waste so much of it
You're making me feel melancholy and guilty, pal.
663. I think Canada has entirely too many Canadians. They should think about importing some kangaroos.
edgarblythe wrote:663. I think Canada has entirely too many Canadians. They should think about importing some kangaroos.
i was hoping for jakalopes
663. I think Canada has entirely too many Canadians. They should think about importing some kangaroos.
