it was snowing a few days before Christmas
and he put his jacket around my shoulders
the smell of leather, a memory, rose
in the clouds from our mouths
the snow looked like diamonds in my hair
he said, and kissed my forehead
while I finished my story, about
the one that got away, the one
that broke me in two for ten months–
he laughed a little at the end
and I shrugged, running a block ahead
while he picked up his jacket
brushed it off
and tried to make sense of me
catching up he grabbed my arm
and I pulled it away
then he called me sweetheart
and I stopped. ‘didn’t you break some hearts
back then?’ he asked–
I turned and smiled, and
he handed me his coat
putting my arms into the sleeves.
I held his hands
‘yeah I did, didn’t I? huh, I had forgotten,’
and we walked through the park
until it stopped snowing, until
we had run out of memories to tell
I cannot hear your stories anymore, how you would repeat the same one over and over once the dimentia had got you. Now you are not here to ask about the parts I have forgotten. How come you told me five times and I cannot remember?
It is quiet now, and I miss your grace, your smiling face, your eyes that inspired trust.
Do not worry, I will keep feeding Frisky while you are gone.
a worn Bible sits
snow falls on the fence posts
her smile on dark days
- I baked a chicken dish this week that was delicious.
- Sadly I do not think I can repeat it, as I cooked as if I were painting or writing words, and wrote nothing down
- Our local grocery had chicken quarters for 39 cents a pound, so I couldn’t resist, especially since that is my favourite part of the bird, especially the thighs
- Hubby is a breast man
- Basically it was salt, black pepper, chili powder, granulated garlic, onion powder, thyme, rosemary, basil, and turmeric. I basted it every half hour at 375F with bottled balsamic salad dressing.
- It got all brown and sticky and moist, very rich. Great over rice.
- NaNoWriMo is here once more
- For the uninitiated, the idea is to write a 50k word novel in 30 days
- From the past ventures, I have 1 rough draft and two unfinished novels
- I can’t seem to finish
- Is this laziness, or was I built more for sprints than long distance running?
- Not giving up
- Besides I need a break from sewing these little felt things I’ve been poking at for months now.
- I really thought the craft show would go better, but it takes time to get how it all works and how to market oneself, even at a 6×3 foot table
- Even after sending gifts I still have a good hundred at least of these little felt Christmas ornaments and key chains. The majority are keychains.
- If you hit me up in e-mail or my contact page, and paypal me 25 bucks, I’ll send you a dozen assorted little bears and hearts and things, (US only) and for another five bucks, I’ll throw in an original poem signed by me
- I really do have to recoup some of my material costs
- Then I will start again
- On the positive side, my sewing skills are getting better, and I have many new projects for the coming year
- I am getting a bit of arthritis, and I never will forget my mother telling me the secret is to keep your fingers busy
- If you get idle, they will get gnarled up and not work anymore for you
- If they are kept industrious, they still might get gnarly in time, but they won’t stop working, and that’s what I want.
- After all, I could live to be a hundred
- So it is monday again, and at my house that means gray and rain and talk of snow at the end of the week
- Illinois folks learn to be resilient so we are geared up with our mittens and our ice scrapers and drive on without a thought about snow before Thanksgiving.
- Not a thought
Enjoy your Monday! It is the only one that will ever be just like today.
Here’s some kind of chill groove I have been listening to while writing this morning