Nicole J. Olesen, -Author, passed away peacefully in her sleep while on vacation with her family in Picenza, Italy. She is survived by her husband and best friend, Christian L. Olesen, beloved daughter Michaela J. Main, and dearest son Nicolas P. Main along with several grandchildren, step daughters -Erin J. Olesen , & Margaret Olesen and feline Zues & canine Athena. Nicole happily joins her father Patrick (Pericle) Cordani & Godfather, Anthony Cordani, along with all the Cordani’s that have passed before her- in the after world- in addition to other friends, family, encounters, chance meetings, etc.. A firm believer in karma, Nicole believed that she met most of her karmic debt while in this life. Nicole was a curious, outgoing, loving individual that was extremely loyal and kind. She was educated in Art & Education, worked in Television, Education, and Psychology and loved to travel. An observer and photographer, she always was looking for a new way to see things. Nicole volunteered for numerous agencies and clubs including the Susan B. Anthony Project, the Red Cross and Alcoholics Anonymous.
As I try to get back into the world of “employment”… I assigned myself Blogging 101 & Photography 101. Having taught students how to critique and appreciate design for over 15 years, I wonder if I could create what I have taught. It’s not been easy…the snow and the dank days loom before me and the redundancy of checking out “job hub” and “indeed.com” have become so rote. My usual spark for life and tenacity seems to have been buried underneath the 5′ of snow in my yard. I let the dog outside to do her thing; she digs through the snow despite the extra energy it takes; making these tunnels around the yard that barely show her head as she makes it around the perimeter of wooded lot. Even the crows are are covered in white. I try to shake off the cold and re-focus to find some inner strength to try it again one more day. Get ready piles of papers, here I come- again.
My first blog, and my first title is the sentence I uttered to my husband before choosing a domain name. Is this what a blog is about? It must be, since this is how it is presenting itself. I look around the room… the threadbare toed Timberland sock with a coating of dog hair sits adjacent to my half full water glass. I reach for it anyway. I lift the glass to my mouth, and out of the corner of my eye I catch my husband looking at me inquisitively, his brown eyes squinting as he searches for his glasses amongst the crinkled newspapers. Second thought, I better just head for the shower and pray for salvation. I head down the hallway as I hear the sounds of clothing being sluffed about the hardwood floor and a bureau drawer trying to be slammed shut. I laugh to myself. I look down and see the grey murky mix of dust bunnie remains on my extra long sweats. Is this what I have become on a Saturday morning? Remnants of a human that can be seen in public? Pretty much I guess. I refuse to shower if I have to retun to a bedroom that holds the contents of nasal strips, cat toys, piles of clothing catalogues for “when I lose weight” and that lovely stentch of mildewy shoes from being worn in the snow.