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Doing What We Do
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Jan 17, 2012 11:08 am
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When asked: “What do you do” Well, what I do is an interesting concept.
My present position is that of a Manufacturing Engineer. That's just a title. I work in a factory. That’s the short version.
Here's the longer story:
At this job, that I currently have,
I was hired as a designer, for new products. (Solenoid valves) and moved into a design engineers position. Then I was moved to the manufacturing dept. as a tool designer. Then I was put in charge of a waste water treatment system, and a Passivation Department. So, then they made me responsible for all the environmental procedures. And with that came Health and Safety. But at any time I could be working on creating/designing fixtures or products. It’s a busy day, filled with different things every min. Meetings, lots of meetings, but mostly I’m just an answer man. I know a lot about stuff that most people have to look up. I just kind-a have the answer off the top of my head. I don’t work weekends, and I have 25 paid vacation days off a year, 10 paid holidays and 3 personal days! (I never get sick but I have sick days too) So, when you ask, what do you do? I smile to my self and think about fishing. I love the water, and everything about the ocean. I love to fish! And take photographs. That’s what I do best. That, and boat. I have a 23 foot hydra sports. Walk around, hard top, 250 e-tec, 150 gal gas tank. Bought it new in 2005. I keep it on a mooring in a small cove. The cove is at the mouth of the CT river, so in a few mins. I’m in long island sound. 45 mins to long island, NY. 45 mins. to Rhode Island, and 1 ½ hours to the block. Pretty sweet. Once you get out on the water and you pass through Plum Gut it’s truly amazing. You just can’t stop smiling! A summer day, and a calm sea, and it’s an adventure that takes you by the heart and never lets you forget that you’re alive!
I live two blocks from the water in a small 3 bedroom cape. I rent from a lady that owns the house, she moved in with her boy friend who owns his own house, and now she’s going to rent out a room in the top floor here. I have my own bathroom, washer dryer, and bed room. I share the kitchen and living room and basement. I’m hardly ever home. It’s always clean and neat and organized. At this point it’s the best place in the world for me. I’m 5 mins, from my boat and ½ mile from my time share. I use the resort (time share) a couple of times a week, but never actually stay there. No reason too, I live down the street!
I think about pictures, that they tell the world what I see and vision. I am passionate about life, and most of my activities. It’s all good, even the adversity. I don’t have much money, but I’ve never been bankrupt. I get by, sometimes I wonder how? It’s strange how everyone is connected, and yet no matter what, we all feel the same emotions as we go through life, doing what we do.
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Summer Dreams
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Jan 11, 2012 6:38 am
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The full moon filled the sky as the dusk faded dark.
It's January now, winter on the march.
I long for the summer warmth
I ache for the scent
All I have is memories
And photographs I've sent
The butterflies floated over the flowers, on the banks of the inner cove. Beautiful colors and omens of good fortune, or so I am told. They light upon my shoulders and breathe in my salty scent. In summer warmth everything comes easily to me, I feel the suns full strength. I’m a Leo, and true to my sign. I love the scent of sun-baked driftwood, and warm suntan oils, as it mixes with colors of long stemmed wild flowers dancing in the breeze. When the sky is clear, and the sea is calm, I could drift for years and years.
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OPEN AIR
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Jan 9, 2012 11:06 am
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Wanted to share this day with you.
Sorry I didn't have time to write today.
Maybe tomorrow?
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My Walk
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Jan 6, 2012 11:04 am
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I walked to the edge of the path, looking over the sea. I felt the calm of tranquility.
The soft flowing tide had slackened, and the breaker held the sound. I wished you could feel just what I see, while taking in the sounds. People seldom come to the beach once we pass labor day, but me, I don't like the crowds, so the water pulls me near. I think of tomorrow, and the summer to come. I wonder if, and plan some. I see the picnic tables, but never eat. I smell the scent of the salt, with the cloudless azure sky, smile a little before I close my eyes. My walk takes me past a pavilion made of field stone, and under an enchanting foot bridge while weaving a crooked path, empting upon a soft sand beach, where sea-gulls make their home. The waters are rocky and boaters distant no matter the time of year. It's fun to swim out over your head in water that is so clear. Find a rock, your own little island, and watch the tide from there.
The printer jammed and the paper ripped, I've been day dreaming again. Wish you were here, to see where I've been, and see the things I hear.
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THE COLD WIND BLOWS
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Jan 5, 2012 6:35 am
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5TH of the month
Plans?
Maybe in April, could be May?
Plan a trip, or a get-a-way.
The masts were lowered, plastered with shrink wrap and tape.
Cold winds blowing with winter at the gate.
We could huddle below, and cuddle and kiss.
Dream of tomorrow, and forget about this.
But, the cold shivered my bones as the wind bit at my skin. Alone, I am, as reality sets in. I realize I’m confusing where I'm going, with just where I've been.
Is it fear of commitment or fear of rejection, once someone's let in?
And I went to the wake, many people came, I'd never even met him, yet he was my age.
Thousands came on that dark cold night. He looked good in the box, like he’d be alright.
And the line was filled with tears, sobs and the like. I nodded to some and said my good night. Driving home I started to think of my own life. You know the drill, how much longer, where should I be, how much I miss a wife. And in the darkness I added my friends, not so many, and few would know. What ever happened if I were to pass. With all good intentions. I wrote to my siblings, tried to connect. Everyone is so busy, no replies yet.
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Night of Darkness
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Dec 28, 2011 6:33 am
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The sky was black, void of anything, and as the wind pushed my car side to side I held the wheel tighter with both hands as my head lights pierced the night. The high-way slowed as greasy wet rain was driven by the wind pelting my windshield as it restricted my view even more. And I remembered the night I had prayed for help, a long time ago.
It had been a hot summer day, and I had ridden my bicycle about 30 miles. Three towns away and I had stayed too long. As night fell I started my journey back home. I had yet to pass the reservoirs that separated the hills from the flat fields, so I knew I had a long way to go. The road was mostly forest, dense and lonely with a canopy of thick vines. It was so dark that I kept riding my bike off the road and into the brush. Soon I was lost in the forest without a clue as to which way to go. When I made it back to the road still not knowing where I was, I got down on my knees and prayed for guidance. Tears ran down my cheeks as no cars and no one had come by since the dusk had changed to darkness.
I awoke, in my bed, thinking I had been dreaming. My legs were scratched up from the pickers’ in the brush, and my bicycle was on my porch. As if I had a black out I still don’t know how I got home, or how long it had taken.
Back to the now:
I smiled as the rain slowed and the wind subsided. It was still dark as a crypt, but I made it back to my home. I thanked god that I hadn’t had an accident, and as I exhaled slowly I thought of you! And of the distance, and that nothing is impossible! And I smiled.
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OFF
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Dec 22, 2011 6:36 am
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I will be off for the holiday.
Merry Christmas to all!!!
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So, I went
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Dec 21, 2011 6:32 am
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And the wind blew, and the crisp sea air bit at my ears. My fingers were as cold as steel in the dark, yet the path engaged me, and so I went. With nothing in mind I had hiked over 10 miles. The paths were mainly slight trails made by the wild life or fishermen from decades before. The sun was bright which made for a happy heart, and I was released from the clock once again. The rush of work and traffic overwhelms me at times. Stress and frustration have taken the ease of what use to be. And I am faced with what amounts to anger and insolents.
The channel twisted starboard, and opened to Fishers Sound. Fishers Island lay about 2 miles due south. Bluffs overlooked the old prison, and farther east Napatree shimmered in the sun. I walked slowly as if I were talking with you. I smiled, knowing you would like me to. Plans of next year, money, and work, all distant now, as we ambled our way in silent communion. The flow of nature grasps my spirit, holding me to the sounds of the sea. I gaze into your eyes, always smiling, almost free, for the tangibles of life have less meaning now. It is like trying to measure the smoothness of raindrops on a sunny day. The balance of what matters evades what I say, and you are all I can think of today.
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What is the cost?
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Dec 19, 2011 11:05 am
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What is the cost? Day 3, 2011
And the cost is what holds us to where we are.
Sometimes cost is not measured in money, but in time, or health or even love.
But in the end it's always the same.
It's the season of love and peace and goodwill. But also the season of depression, and loneliness.
I wish everyone good cheer! And happiness!!!!
I woke with stiff soreness, and pain this morning. I think the cold weather has something to do with that. I wonder how much it would cost to move to a warmer climate? My shoulder is killing me, and I have a back ache. My legs need stretching and I need a shave. (getting old I think) Everyone in work is excited about the holiday, and I'm just worried that I’ll not have enough money till the end of the month. I over bought and I always regret it. But that's just me.
I was thinking of my boat, and how I won't see it until the end of March. Just 3 – 4 months and I’ll be back in the water! Until then I'll have to dream of adventures, and print out photos I’ve taken.
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Where am I going
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Dec 15, 2011 6:33 am
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Where am I going? Day 2, 2011
It was quiet as I lay eyes wide open, determining the distance of my life. The light of day broke the dawn with spectacular color and scheme. I had been awake for a few hours, and thoughts of open ended plans rolled around my brain like a puzzle who's pieces didn't fit. I read somewhere that happiness comes from within. No one can make you happy, you either have that disposition or not. So, if I moved from where I am, would I be happy, happier, or happiest?
Fade back to when life was easy:
I remember the first time I was called a man. Strange how we remember things. I had been visiting a relative in Toledo, Ohio. I needed a job, and a destination. I was down to my last hundred dollars and it was time to move on. I had taken a job as a door to door salesman. (one of many) it was a traveling job (state to state city to city) total commission no base pay. It was a challenge! And I was game. Within a few short months I was a car handler, high on crew, and over-all best. Funny how I have a way about me, genuine and fun, honest yet devilish, never a fear. I was in some hot state could have been Missouri, or Oklahoma, I can’t remember, but I remember knocking on a broken screen door and from inside the home I heard a child call out to his parents that a man was at the door! I smiled cuz it was me, I was a man. The man at the door. Before that time I was just been me, and I didn’t pay much thought to being a man. I straightened up a bit and smiled wider. I made the sale, and always remembered that. That I had become a man.
I had seen the change in other people. You know, the point where the child turns into an adult, but sometimes we don't see the changes in ourselves until we hear it from other people.
Is it time to change?
I punched into work this morning asking myself why am I still here? What are my alternatives? What is it I truly want to do?
I've settled, and made a life here. But after my divorce I have just been a waste of my former self. I have no goal, no project, no upcoming things to attend or vacations to plan. There is a hole in my soul and a distance in my heart. I have not found happiness, I've only felt alone and lonely. Money is a crippler, the lack of it at least. And time, time is never my own, I feel rushed and always on the go. But where am I going? Spinning circles that are meaningless in the long run.
I am a man!
And so I plan!
I need an edge!
I need to figure out where I'm going!
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