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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

A finished tulip

I finished a picture of a tulip I painted on a blank puzzle I got at a
craft store. Breaking the picture up was not easy causing some of the
puzzle pieces to have tears. I was planning to give it to somebody for
their birthday or anniversary to put together. I decided to give it to
the departing coworker at my museum position as a farewell gift. She got
a better job at a bookstore.

I like her a lot. She is also a struggling author writing a murder
mystery. When I first met her I was a chatterbox, that is until 2 others
joined us who constantly interrupt me so I am the quiet one now. She is
about the only one who listens and asks questions about myself (and my
book progress). I will miss her.

Why is it when I find someone to like and look forward to seeing again,
they get ripped away from my life, never to be heard from again? I call
it silently leaving because their is no real good-bye. Then people who
irritate me stick like glue and won't shake off me to the point feel the
need to find a new job to get away from them. Do I irritate people I
like with my friendliness? They don't seem annoyed that I can tell. Post
later on her reaction to my gift. Bye!

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