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.
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.
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.
November10
Do I want to tidy the house because I really want to or because I think its the right thing to do?
November7
Don’t ask me. I don’t know. I mean I do know, but if I tell, I’ll lose you.
I want to tell, to talk, to chat, to consider – thoughtfully – other ideas. But backed into a corner, I am.
I have not spoken about the election or my opinions regarding in because in the last week, I’ve learned that my friends, my dear friends, believe one thing and I another. And at the moment there is no bridge between us. From their vantage, a thunderstorm pours down over my head and demons come ’round the nearest trees ready to drag me off to hell. From mine, my Father has never seemed closer and freedom is in my hands. No more chains, no more shoulds, no certainties either, but where that seems beautiful to me, I know that others think of me as lost. Never ever – ever! – did I imagine feeling so alike and yet so different. I suppose I should come out and say it… so Catholic and yet so not.
I’m mourning. It would seem that I am undergoing one final metamorphosis.
cecilia
Kalanna
Holli
