January Rising

This chill mid-winter wind startles

the last of Summer’s leaves loose,

a surging flow in flight,

from trees clustered along my homeward drive.

 

Twisting together, like smoke, they move

and wind along and above this darkening lane Continue reading “January Rising”

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Standing Back to Back

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We stand together at the brink of December’s end. The year of 2017 is lurching, exhausted, to a close.  With a mix of relief and of trepidation I prepare to turn the last calendar page of 2017 to uncover January 2018.  I feel more than a bit hesitant to let another year in after the chaos we are preparing to sweep out the door. Continue reading “Standing Back to Back”

Signs of Time

imageThings that remind me of my age:

1. Forgetting what it was I just went upstairs for.

2. Changing the radio station, again, because, “That’s not music, it’s just noise.” Then, stopping on a station that’s playing a song that I didn’t particularly like back in the 80’s, but at least I recognize it.

3. Feeling proud of the adults my children have grown into and wondering when they grew into adults. I must have blinked.

4. Wondering how in the heck I hurt my back while I was sound asleep.

5. Forgetting what I just went downstairs for.

6. Having a medicine cabinet that contains both heat wraps and muscle relaxants because I have the amazing ability to walk up with back spasms.

7. Forgetting what it was I just went upstairs for.

 

 

Away from Lost

universetangleSome days.

Some tangled problems

you leave behind

unsolved, unresolved

behind in time and in space.

Some days, you give permission

to walk away.

Some day you find you are free

then, you are found.

–UniverseCheck.

Photo Credit: Anita Bowen Photography

Ball Points

The sign says, ‘Ball Point Trail’.

“Who names a hiking trail after a pen?” I wonder as we pull into the gravel parking lot.

I imagine some historic ball point pen inventor or maybe a writer. I consider a famous historical, nature-loving philosopher with deep, deep thoughts regarding  pens.

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But, on second glance, the sign reads, ‘Bull Point Trail’, not as interesting as a trail named after writing utensils. Continue reading “Ball Points”

Who Needs Pockets?

Why does the fashion industry hate on women so much. I wish I knew because I’m down to one single pair of good-ish shorts and two pairs of paint-stained cut-offs.  I’m looking for a few pairs of new shorts and, maybe a new pair of jeans. Right.

Do you want to know what I found at my friendly neighborhood department store? Do you? Too late, I’ll tell you what I found.

1. An assortment of pre-faded jeans. (I already have faded jeans, that’s why I’m shopping.)

2. An assortment of pre-faded and pre-ripped jeans. (I own faded and torn jeans. I faded and ripped them myself. I also own faded, ripped, and paint-stained jeans. This is going to be the next big thing. Mark my words.)

3. See #1 and #2 in Capris but all the pockets are fake.

4. I found actual Daisy Duke cut-off shorts. Why?

5. Also shorts that are even shorter than Daisy Dukes. These are, effectively, Bikini bottoms which are decorated to resemble shorts. They have no pockets, either. Naturally.

Why, Fashion people? Why do you hate on Women?

None of of these clothes are well-made. They’re designed to disintegrate in the wash in less than a year. The pockets, if present, are laugh-able but I don’t feel like laughing.

This is why I hate shopping. It may be why I have resting bitch face.

I pull out my phone intending to document why I will later be found building a fort out of jumbo toilet paper packs and pillows in the toy department. I find Legos soothing.

If one person had told me right then, to “Smile” because I’d “be so pretty”, I’d be viral on YouTube right now. I swear.

Men don’t have to put up with this crap. Their clothes are both well made and affordable. They get shorts that cover more than their booty, and they are permitted to wear out the knees and fade their own jeans. None of their pockets are fake. There would be an uprising.

It comes to me that this store has a men’s department and I’m pretty sure I can find it.

I’m now the proud owner of two new pairs of well-made, affordable, booty-covering, not-yet-faded-or-worn-out, shorts with several actually useful pockets; one of which is a dedicated electronic device pocket.

I still have resting bitch face but my booty is comfy and I have pockets in which I can hold assorted Legos.

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Quality Time

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Jaq, keepin’ it real. Yo.

 

This morning we get to play every Homeowner’s favorite game. Second only to Where-Is-That-Water-Coming-From and the, always popular, Guess-What’s-Broken-Now. This morning, we all get to play What-Died-in-Here-and-Where-is-it. It’s the fabulous game that no one wants to play and everyone wants someone else to win….Oh Goody. Continue reading “Quality Time”