Happy Boss Day (October 16th) Or Any Day HEY-HEY
I was having a bad day when I wrote this poem over a year ago. It’s the most popular post ever here at Virginia Breeze. Why is that do you think? It doesn’t say very much about the quality of this blog. Does it? I was thinking about a boss I had a long time ago when I wrote it. And I was also thinking about someone more recently in my life (unfortunately) who THINKS she is my boss*. So I had a great time doing this and released all the negative feelings and let them go with a laugh. Such a silly poem. Tickets, please!!
THE BOSS POEM
Dear Boss I wish you well this year
And well upon your way from here.
May soon you land on distant shores
Where they won’t let you pray before
They sacrifice your scrawny butt
And hang your head above a hut
Next to the tribal eating place
Where you are served up after grace.
Because they really love to eat
And you are such a lovely treat.
So here’s a ticket. There’s the boat
Happy hunting you old goat.
You are the prize so don’t delay
Just say goodbye and go away!
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Autumn Leaves
, originally uploaded by Davidlind.
This is a photo from last year about this time. I took it at Maymont Park downtown and thought I would put it up again. Apologies to those who have already seen it. We are still waiting for some autumn color around here. The temperature is supposed to be mid 80’s this afternoon.
It’s a cheerful photo and one that reminds me why I enjoy photography so much.
And photography is important here. I’ve written a little about economics and politics lately but that’s not going to be a regular thing. I don’t know enough about it and it’s kind of depressing as well.
Poetry is important too. The Boss Poem is just a simple little thing and it is being viewed now over three hundred times per day. It’s not StumbleUpon either. It’s search engine traffic and people are apparently concerned about their relationship with their boss.
That’s not surprising. Job concerns have to be high on a great number of lists these days.
Lots of activities may be cut back. But we can all still blog can’t we? We can write prose and poetry. We can take photos and we can offer encouraging comments to each other.
Taking photos is a lot cheaper when you don’t have to develop film. And everyone already has a computer. Maybe dial ups will make a comeback though.
Maybe the photos should be smaller and fewer to the page.
I don’t know. But the weather is terrific and it’s relaxing to run out into nature somewhere and start looking for the beauty wherever she may be.
It’s a recipe for dealing with the emotions that accompany changing times. Document the changing foliage. Take photos of the clouds.
Update// Well this explains all the readers. . .
Boss’s Day (also known as Bosses Day or National Boss Day) is a secular holiday celebrated[citation needed] on October 16 in the United States. It has traditionally been a day for employees to thank their boss for being kind and fair throughout the year. The holiday has been the source of some controversy and criticism in the United States, where it is often mocked as a Hallmark Holiday. Recently, sites like Hallmark have recognized the holiday with a contemporary spin
from Wikipedia
Imagining Your Window/ What Do You See When You Look Out The Window?
As I sit here in Richmond, Virginia I wonder about you. Where are you writing from? And what is it like where you live? Recently I was struck by an image of an Angel who seemed to be writing her blog from heaven. And then I discovered she actually wrote from a tough neighborhood in LA. My angel. You can find her comments around here.
Where do you write from? What is it like? Here in Richmond, Virginia we have a lot of historic stuff from the past three hundred years. And it’s a pretty conservative place. But some of you live in areas that have held western civilization for thousands of years. And some of you as we discovered in the recent Olympic games are beyond our western civilization in time and place. It’s a whole other order of things!
And that is pretty fascinating to me as I sit here looking out the window. Here is what i see from my window. What do you see from yours? Send me a photo and i will post it here. I am imagining what you see. But it is not coming in so clearly. Set me straight.
What do you see out your window? What kind of world is just beyond the place where you dream at night? Do you see the moon? Here is what I see. . .
