Here is where I am today...trying to figure out how to retire but my life so far has been based on being a workaholic...how does a workaholic retire?
Thirty years hospital nursing...the past ten years in classroom private duty nursing. Before those forty years was fast food, waitress and a little car hop experience, garden business help and vegetable stand attendant...also coat checking and babysitting. Two years as a girl Friday and bookkeeper and then nurses aid at a nursing home that lead into nursing career. Included in the forty years was many times a second job...Visiting nurse and a variety of nursing home positions even supervision.
How to retire? Not sure.
The goal was going to be less hours for book progress but so far life has gotten in the way!
Friday, February 10, 2017
Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Beginning History
I was thinking that after our meet up group made a point of having us introduce ourselves that it is what I could do here to give a sloppy summary of an intro to those who may follow me or become friends in the future that can find some way to connect to myself or my background.
Keep in mind that like other creatives I am primarily right brained and never thinking much about the current events unless it is about arts.
So here we go...I can explain my beginnings of writing ...oops! Wrong subject already. I want to document my art connections to be on task to consider what my inspirations were and what they may be in the future.
My first memory of art was taking an art class as Wustum Museum in Racine...I didn't understand why the easel was almost upright...the sponge paint ran down the page! I was in elementary parochial school nearby...I knew I might have a little talent because the teacher put my coloring on the wall in the classroom with two others. The three of us later that year had entries in the Wustum Scholastic exhibit.
I was painfully shy and my heart raced when the nuns called on me for answers. I took piano from my second grade teacher in the nuns house and remembered I froze during the piano recital. Probably stick to art...
My favorite class was Art in Junior High. I won a place in a Christmas card contest with a linoleum print. I was presented with $50 and a box of cards with my design and the other winners. I was pretty happy until I went to school to empty my art drawer for the semester and it was empty. The teacher said she told us she would toss what was left after a certain date and out it went! She was a sub...probably not even an art teacher...a true art teacher would not have tossed away someone's art.
After a wild year in Arizona where our family uprooted to with the dreams of my dad playing golf year round...we returned 'home' to better wages and extended family.
I could still feel the warmth of the southwest and is easy to recall even now...those were the tie-dye years....and then macreme!
Keep in mind that like other creatives I am primarily right brained and never thinking much about the current events unless it is about arts.
So here we go...I can explain my beginnings of writing ...oops! Wrong subject already. I want to document my art connections to be on task to consider what my inspirations were and what they may be in the future.
My first memory of art was taking an art class as Wustum Museum in Racine...I didn't understand why the easel was almost upright...the sponge paint ran down the page! I was in elementary parochial school nearby...I knew I might have a little talent because the teacher put my coloring on the wall in the classroom with two others. The three of us later that year had entries in the Wustum Scholastic exhibit.
I was painfully shy and my heart raced when the nuns called on me for answers. I took piano from my second grade teacher in the nuns house and remembered I froze during the piano recital. Probably stick to art...
My favorite class was Art in Junior High. I won a place in a Christmas card contest with a linoleum print. I was presented with $50 and a box of cards with my design and the other winners. I was pretty happy until I went to school to empty my art drawer for the semester and it was empty. The teacher said she told us she would toss what was left after a certain date and out it went! She was a sub...probably not even an art teacher...a true art teacher would not have tossed away someone's art.
After a wild year in Arizona where our family uprooted to with the dreams of my dad playing golf year round...we returned 'home' to better wages and extended family.
I could still feel the warmth of the southwest and is easy to recall even now...those were the tie-dye years....and then macreme!
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