Letters to the Moon....

I finally have some time to myself. Four days off from work. In a row. Two days off in a row is a wonderful thing.  Four days off in a row is a miracle. I finally have time to be by myself, in my home, to do anything I want. Or nothing I want, as the case may be. I don’t have to be anywhere; I don’t have any errands to run. I am completely free. The first thing I should do is decorate my Christmas tree. I didn’t even decorate my tree last year. The tree is so beautiful, without ornaments, that I decided not to decorate it. Besides, I was away for Christmas last year. No sense in decorating a Christmas tree without being home to enjoy it. I put the Christmas tree up the weekend before Halloween this year. I always try to put the tree up on Halloween as  I detest Halloween. Last year I was a few days late. This year, why not be a few days early? Whenever I put up the Christmas tree, I usually put it up on a weekend I'm off work, so I can be home in cas

I have had an anniversary of late. Not a wedding anniversary, no. Not a birthday. Still, a significant date, on the calendar, in my life. It was, of all things, a work anniversary. This past month I received an award for years of service to my library system: Twenty-five years of service. 25 years. A quarter of a century. Upon hearing the term “anniversary”, it is natural to think of wedding anniversaries. There are proper gifts to give couples once they are married. For a first year of marriage, an anniversary gift should be made of paper. A second anniversary, the gift would be cotton. For a twenty-fifth anniversary: silver. It is a rarity indeed, to achieve twenty-five years of service in one job for one company or organization. Back when I started my career, in the economy of the time, it was a normal happening. Long before the creation of the 24 hour online workplace, workers would start a job, work for that company for twenty, thirty, forty y