Post Secret
December16
Today I thought of something Post Secret worthy.
I take care of the elderly every day. And every day I feel like I’m making up for failing to take care of my own grandparents.
One of each
December3
How I love the men in my life. I have one of each. Father, brother, husband, son.
Thinking about how they are alike and different.
One generation to the next.
Within their circle is contained my best relationship, worst relationship, weirdest and
Thinking about all the little things that make a relationship.
Time, care, how one opens the garage for me when I’m coming home,
how one sends me silly t-shirts for my birthday,
how one tries to make me laugh and one has THE best laugh.
Funky orange color
November30
Early morning. Too early. Making a cup of coffee. The one redeeming factor of the am.
Cream, then sugar. Maybe Splenda, depending on how fat I feel today.
But there’s this awful color that coffee can be. Just chills me to the bone.
Because in the hurry, in the panic, there’s not a minute to lose.
There should be a warning sign on that color: Ignore me and regret eternally.
It happens when there’s not quite enough cream. The proportions are off.
Instead of the enticing swirl of just pale brown, it’s this funky orange color.
I’ve underestimated the dairy and overestimated the mug.
Such a dilemma, such a waste, such a drama when I’m half awake!
I always always know when the coffee is good. Black with Splenda or creamy milk chocolate.
(This post isn’t quite right, just like that funky orange color.)
Perhaps the solution is to skip the whole deal and go to Timmies.
Squids will be squids
November29
“Little Walrus’s mom told her to always tell the truth.
One day the phone rang.
Little Walrus was the only one home, so she answered it.
“Hello,” said Little Walrus.
“Hello, Little Walrus,” said Whale.
“Is your mom home?”
“No,” said Little Walrus. “She’s out having the hair taken off her lip.”
{moral:
You should always tell the truth.
But if your mom is out having the hair taken off her lip,
you might want to forget a few of the details.}”
This is just one in a collection of very funny fables that the kids and I borrowed from the library and L-O-V-Ed. Squids will be Squids is a box full of surprises, a real invention and the neatest way to teach children not to brag, bully, ask for compliments, forget to call home and play with matches that I’ve seen in a long time. I don’t really want to write a sales pitch, but the laughter begs sharing and I love hearing about good books. Check it out.
Modern snow
November26
Snow fills the driveway
as quickly as
the coffee disappears.
Invisible packets
introduce
this mind to that.
Relationship begins
then disappears down the drive
Little bootprints
chased off to catch their friends.
Honored.
I am honored.
And now I know
why strings pull
and feel so deliciously tight.
Attachments begone
One touch
One memory
Always there.
Everyone shall be honored.
Shared calendars
fit so well
into my snow-covered driveway.
“ planted morning glory seeds along the back fence - can't wait to see the wall of green! 1 week ago
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