We’re getting to be like old friends, aren’t we? I know I’ve shown you this cartoon before and told you this story, but here it is again. Speaking of Hurricanes. The framed original of this 1997 A&J strip belonged to my good friend and neighbor John in Pass Christian. Being a painter himself, he particularly admired the artwork in this particular piece. However, it was lost in Hurricane Katrina, along with John’s house and much of everything else he owned. In the days after the storm, I helped John pick through the rubble of his home, and we saved many things, including some art pieces, but we never found this cartoon.
Seascape
By Jimmy Johnson
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121 responses to “Seascape”
Speaking of God and timing — Back in August I interviewed on a Thursday for my dream job, the one and only full time position I felt my health could handle, as a full-time chaplain at the hospital where I’ve volunteered for 7 years. The hours would have been a mix of regularly scheduled hours during the days plus showing up for activities on evenings and weekends for a total of 40 hours per week. I was told to expect results the next Monday.
Monday came, and I learned the position had gone to a much younger guy who had only a little experience with mentally ill patients, none of it at a psychiatric hospital. 🙁
Less than an hour later I took a call from a local state-run community college asking me to interview the next morning for a part-time proctoring position I’d applied for 2 months prior. So on Tuesday morning I had a very pleasant interview and was told I’d hear back from them on Wednesday. About 2 hours later they called and offered me the job! 🙂
The strange thing about it all is that I found out how little they’re paying that chaplain (state runs a website with salary info) and realized I’d never have been able to accept that level of pay (and give up my SSDI). In fact, with my part-time job I still qualify for SSDI and, between the two, make about $50 less per month than they’re paying him.
God has perfect timing and a sense of humor!
Yes He does, T.R.!
The last two panels would make for a great front and back design on a tshirt.
Debbe,
Overwhelming to hear, have Symply had my job end too many times in my life when not expected not to have sympathy…wishing you a coop resurrection or something of that ilk.
My promoter life is over, the company dissolved, website removed, FB presence gone……hope I hit the lottery so I can start if all Fargone over. It was fun meeting the people who made the music I love, some more than others, but always a trip….
Did I post my office pics here or only on FB I forgot so here is the link if you missed them. Hope it works.
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=10209391401775286&set=pcb.10153875083020334&type=3&theater
Symply, my life has ended dramatically so many times I just invent a new me and start over. It won’t be that easy for Debbe, too many other family members on the same train wreck.
But you are right, I would probably do a lot of it again and it would be a different ride each time.
Debbe, you have a lot of skills that apply to any job you tackle. You must view it like that.
I say again, “Non deficere.”
But you know, it appears that we have a whole passel of folks here who do not give up. I’d take that as a sign, Debbe.
cxp, let’s just say that if I hired Debbe, she would greatly enjoy working under me. And I don’t mean that in the way some of you with dirty minds may assume. You know who you are. 🙂
Short explanation why I am in Alabama trapping cats again. Marks mother has gone to Montgomery to live with his brother as her condition worsened somewhat. His brother is selling house. We had deadline of 10-15-16 to catch and move cats.
We won’t probably catch them all but doing the best we can. I had last ones spayed and neutered, vaccinated, took to my property and two stayed, others ran away. Probably back to Alabama
I am exhausted. You’d think I had hundreds of cats at my house but I actually have thirteen on a very large lot. All are acquisitions, someone’s throw aways.
Denial. I deny I have anything dirty, just got out of shower and Dickens and I are flat on our backs in motel.
Iove that word “passel”. It is so Southern. I have a tee shirt that says “Talk Southern to Me.”
Just realized Southern ladies trap cats in their Anne Klein tee shirts and white jeans! Just in case some one from the club should come driving by! Appropriately accessorized
Think I need to go to sleep. I am incredibly depressed.
Good morning Villagers…..
I love this place and all who post. Thank each and every one of you for your sage advice, empathy, and your experiences too. This too shall pass.
My two sisters at Dad’s yesterday said it was time for me to leave the hen house as it had taken it’s toll on me physically. And it has.
Gal, my sister reminded me that God does not close one door without opening another.
Every work week day I phone in the egg total and speak to the same woman. On Thursday, I told her about Skittles little parody, and I sang it for her….she then asked me to sing it again as she was going to put me on the speaker phone…..heh, I had never met them before, so I sang my heart out….
“Improvise, adapt and overcome” Think I’ll write that on a few eggs that get shipped out on the last day 🙂
why does this curser keep disappearing?
…any way, ya’ll have a blessed Monday
Mark, I’m sorry to hear your Mother is not doing well….sending prayers…..Amen
GR 😉 Skittles played this for me yesterday….
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lBDN8yWyNYU
Me in a couple of months if I get to draw unemployment. Boss says he’ll approve it, but I need to find out if he pays into it….the agri business has limitations
http://cheezburger.com/8979123456
Debbe,
Have been”absent” lately and just learned of your life change. My heart goes out to you. I was treated similarly by the local university in 2010. I was “down” for a while but, with the help of Almighty God, I survived and am now very happy in my retired life, chasing grand children. As the Dr. Hook song goes, “I’ve got a couple of years on you, Babe, and that’s all”. Be well and keep trusting in The Real Boss. He will provide for His children. Pax te cum.
Debbe,
Sorrow re your predicament. But, to them, the bottom line is all that counts. The change from ‘personnel’ to ‘human resources’ was PC or something, but it tells you how they regard us: people are not special, they are an expendable resource or commodity, like eggs or gravel. I pray that you find something.
Peace
Should have gone to email first. Here is Anu Garg’s ‘Thought for the Day’:
‘Don’t be seduced into thinking that that which does not make a profit is without value.’ Arthur Miller, playwright and essayist (17 Oct 1915-2005).
Peace,
Good morning. Do they think they are our wake up call at motels? Housekeeping comes and pounds on your door enthusiastically and Dickens does his rottweiler imitation.
Need to get dressed to go load cats to move to Oklahoma. I need to alert my vet he has a new crop coming and he can go buy another used Porsche to restore. His Hobby.
Two young black kittens are cute. All kittens are cute of course. I am reminded of the author Rick Braggs essay on how his mama became a Crazy Cat Lady overnight by not spaying and neutering her adopted cats.
Am a proponent of spay and neuter programs for dogs, cats and bumans.
Here’s a song from Waylon who I am listening to as I pack and dress. Mark called to say we caught another cat. This is inspiration for all us survivors in the Village.
https://youtu.be/CF9jubKjVAk
Debbe, Skittles is older than his years. The first time I heard that song, I was on the road; I had to pull over because I was sobbing so hard. But tears and memories can be good, even when they’re together.
bumans? Eugenics?
Humans. Too many, especially throw aways.
Debbe, it sounds like the Corp is a ChickenBleep outfit. Does that make you feel at all better?
How about Ecclesiastes?
For everything there is a season. Have some faith. But work hard at recognizing the skills that you have so that you can sell it to a prospective employer.
‘Humans. Too many, especially throwaways.’
Who decides? Volunteers? Volunteers paid to volunteer? Lotteries, one way or the other?
Peace,
Debbe – Your job is like mine: when it is good, it’s great, but when it is bad – RUN! Time to run and you are getting a head start. The Village is behind you all the way. A relaxing Don Williams tune for you to give a listen – https://youtu.be/d-KPY9e3lvM
And if all else fails – dream big.
https://youtu.be/yJlgio-UOng
The Villagers must have retired early this evening.
Hey! My teeth are finished after only 11 months. My regular dentist said so, absent any unexpected problems, thus I am free of appointments for 4 months when I should have a check-up. It is getting to be time to try a Subway hero, spicy Italian type.