Hello again. It seems he keyboard has been calling for a few weeks and today I finally - after days of rolling around the juices in my brain - I think I have finally figured out how to say something that has been on my mind for several months now. This post is dedicated to all my friends in healthcare, the unsung heroes of everyday. Not just the days when we are all over the news during pandemics, but in those moments while we are getting spat at, and kicked by grannies and grampies, and cursed at, and denied breaks in the interest of capital gain. We are heroes on the days when we cry on the way to work and sit in our cars in the driveway blasting some song when we get home. We are heroes as we sit there in that driveway for 20 minutes because we need to shake off the energies of the shift and take off the mask we wear to hide our inner gangster in front of our charges. We are the heroes who showed up. We continue to show up. We are terribly insane, but I love us. Thank you....
This is the story of a city slicker who freaked out and moved to west Texas to recycle a house. Names may have been changed to protect the innocent. Sometimes there will be farm projects, sometimes its just me pontificating. I will however always try to make it interesting.