No Record, No Life

As Bob Marley sings No Woman, No Cry in my head and I wonder if I should hear it as telling a woman not to cry for being a woman in this world in dire straights or as telling a man not to cry for not having a woman or for telling us all not to cry for these and many other reasons... there are dry tears and I think... perhaps there is no record because there is no life.

Someday we'll all understand (there's always hope).

Narf.

New Worklife

Finally, after another long early retirement that this time drained savings to high risk levels, I return to a risk management department (or program) at a level of responsibility ideally suited for what I want at this time in life. It took long enough, but I may have found what I was looking for, at least professionally. The heart still seeks what it seeks, in case it matters. I am Safety Officer for the County. It is supposed to be an important position. The job has been open for as long as I have been looking and it took all this time for us to find each other. Life is strange. At least, this time, it goes on. Details are somewhere, if you care.