The Interview 

Question: “So, if you could be a tree what tree would you be?”

Answer:     ” ummm…. A tree you say? Umm… A lilac? ”

Question:  ” is that your answer?”

Answer:  ” yes…sure I will own it?”

Question: ” why do you say …(a lilac)?”

Answer:  ” geez….really…..Why?… Oh I don’t know maybe Because their pretty? I mean what do most people say?”

Question: “Well, oak would have been a better answer… But don’t worry you’re still in the running . So, let’s analyze why you gave that answer….would you say it’s because you’re pretty ? Or, do you like to be around pretty people?”

Answer:   “um…huh?  No, I don’t think I’m pretty. I mean I’m happy with myself!  I’m not ugly….I’m normal. I don’t look at people in that way. I mean……Seriously, What does this have to do with being a secretary ?”

Question: ” Are you always this Aggressive?”

Answer:  “No, I’m a very passive person.”

Question: ” A ha… I see some self denial there. No worries, I won’t hold it against you… I like your honesty. So, we are running out of time. Let’s move along;Here, is the next question to see if you qualify for a second interview with our company… If you were giving instructions to make a peanut butter jelly sandwhich how would you instruct someone?”

Answer: ” Seriously, Ok… Well…. Huh… 1)Get the bread 2) get the knife, peanut butter, jelly 3) spread the peanut buter, then spread the jelly.  I guess that’s it. Oh yeah put the bread together.. I don’t know?”


“Oh… I’m sorry but you are over qualified…your answer was too detailed. And, you lack  ownership. You doubted your answer. We are looking for someone else 🤔  please exit to the right.   Next.


Under My Umbrella

It’s raining today,

All cloudy and grey.

Yeah, found a water tank leak.

Guess it’s passed its peak.

Husband just Called.

Car needs to be hauled.

Seems the transmission went.

I’m feeling a bit spent.

If you wonder what’s wrong?

Or remind me to be strong…

I will… Just let me stop.

And put my brain in the shop.

I will be here under my umbrella.

Waiting for the sun with my fella.

Beading Therapy

As a young person heading out into the world….My thoughts are something like this… (less is more) . On one hand I can count my necessary shoes. Let’s see I have, one black, and one blue pair of dress shoes. I have one pair of old lady black waitress shoes, and one pair of sneakers. My most practical shoe is the boots From who knows when? And, that’s it.


My jewelry is pretty much the same. I have one teal necklace ,a gift. I have one black necklace, another gift. Lastly, I own two chains. Let’s see…one gold. And, the other is silver . No, not the real deal. But, real to me.

Years go by, and there is a drastic change in me. Who am I? My little space fills like I am flooded with so much jewelry.  My younger self  sometimes cringes.  How did this happen? Well, to my husbands dismay… I made a discovery….beading therapy.

For me, jewelry designing has become my beading therapy.  The hours just pass as I sort through the Ray of colors. As my hands, feel the textures. My ears tune in to the  rattling beads. Honestly, there are times when ,it is just as therapeutic ,as writing.   So, what can I do but join the crafting circles. Yes, I am now one of those people sitting at a booth hoping to unload a little inventory, just in time for my next call for beading therapy .