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Fools Check In

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Fools Check In

A mower.
We had decided on a mower.
Push or riding?
Are you kidding?
Definitely riding.

Which one to get?

Big mower at fancy shop
With aloof sales guy:
$2,000.
5-year warranty
Bagger included.
Will bring it to your house
All repairs done at the shop.

Not as big mower at rough-and-tumble shop
With folksy sales guy:
$1,500.
5-year, 3-year, 1-year warranty
Depends.
You drive it home.
You break it,
Good luck fixing it.

$500 is a lot of money.
$500 is a lot of tree seedlings and berry bushes.
Think of the berry bushes…mmmmm

SOLD to the folksy guy
With peanut shells in his boot treads.

P.S.  The bagger is extra.  About $500.

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Bare Bones

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A poem for you (well, for me actually) to help me cope with the challenges of the day.

Bare Bones

When you see me
You will notice
That my face is not
A mask.

I am not an actor
A fabricator
Or a glowing showcase
On display.

I come from a place
(a foreign land)
Where the heart
Drives the lending hand.

Here, that hand is full
Of strings attached
And hidden fees
That I do not pay.

I do not befriend you
To net my network
Of anointed allies
For that maybe someday.

I befriend you, when I do
For the times we may spend
In pleasant talk
About sad, but hopeful days.

I am told today
That I am a fool,
That I need to know
the rules.

Don’t I know
The club is open
To everyone?
But only when I shine like jewels.

It takes a special paper
Written down in rare ink
Handed to you by the intelligentsia
When you dot your i’s and cross your t’s.

I am bare bones.
I am rolled-up sleeves.
I do not glitter.
I merely bleed.

Time for sweets

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Hooray at the Y
Philip rode the trike
He ran for his team
All helped to clean

Library came after
Two blocks of laughter
As the wind blew hard
And Philip walked backward

Inside with Ms. Jo
Away he did go
Stacks of books from Leann I borrowed
Talk of correspondents lost–we sorrowed

The session ended, a running embrace
Hugs were huge, kisses covered my face
Alone we watched the snow swirling past
Coats, hats and mittens were on…at last

Car hummed and we waited patiently
Mom and 2 kids unloaded gratefully
Freight train stalled on the tracks
Under the bridge went the car, no looking back

Basil, broccoli, tofu and rice
Warmed up for lunch…mmm mmm…nice
Philip to the LEGO room
While Mom cleaned up the food

Science experiments began
In plastic reservoirs, many mixtures swam
Citric acid, vinegar, salt and wine
Wires connected, the clock worked fine

The dog walked from room to room
Time to walk him.  Must be soon
To the pasture we walked
Holding hands we talked

Three pheasants flew to the tall grass
The creek ice broke with a smash
Ant hills hither and yon on our trek
Crawling under fences, fruit trees we checked

Peas, carrots and potato pie
At dinner we did dine
Leftover bread made wonderful toast
We ate lots. Philip ate the most.

Jenga wood crashing, tears flowed
Off to brush teeth, put on clothes
Viking stories first, then to sleep
Dad returns, time for some sweets.

Gratitude

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Today, I am in a quiet house and able to tackle some work for the upcoming week.  I owe it to my husband who decided to take Philip to Grandma’s so that Mom could work.  As they headed out this morning, he reminded me to have fun, too, and enjoy the time off.

I have done a bit of both.  I have been prepping my courses.  It is slow going, but it’s getting done.  I have been subsisting on leftovers and am grateful to the cooks who prepared them so I can devote more time to my work.  I even had the time to review some ancillary material for my courses to help make them a bit more engaging.  We shall see if that comes to pass as soon as the semester begins.

Thanks to a beautiful afternoon, with temperatures in the 40’s, I skirted work for a while and went for a quick run.  I was entirely overdressed for the weather and my pace was sluggish.  So, instead of my usual 10-minute mile, I think I probably averaged 12-minutes per mile.  Ah well.  At least I was out there.  And, by the way, a big THANK YOU to whoever the person was in the minivan who smiled and waved as I ambled by.  I really appreciate friendly people and, since I am hardly a competitive runner, I make sure I am a friendly jogger.  I wave at drivers to thank them for recognizing I am on the road.  I say hello to pedestrians and often bid them to “have a great day.”  It’s fun.  Hopefully, it brightens someone else’s day up as much as it does mine.

A long while ago, I wrote a poem about the simple benefit of waving.  I am going to include it here just for the fun of it.

“Walking to Wave”

Walking down the avenue
A stroller in her grasp
Crunching, crumbling crispy leaves
Over bumps and cracks.

Halting at the crossing roads
She looks left and right
Driving past, a stranger waves.
She waves back, bathed in light.

And on that note, I wish you a good night!

 

Keep the skies blue (aka Sing Song Day)

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Frozen ice buckets
Screaming child
Hair cascading to the floor
I look to the dog
Asleep on the couch
And ask myself
Could I want more?

Stacks of veggies
All in a row
Patiently wait as I
Stare at the cupboards
Trying to make
Pictures of food
Come to life.

My rescuer arrives.
Giggles resume.
Move over frittata,
We have a new menu.
It’s not mine to make.
Hooray, hurrah!
I hold on to my decaf
It’s blissfully hot.

The bowls are all empty
And escorted to
The wonderful dishwasher
Loyal and true.
The men head upstairs
The laundry is drying.
The quiet is here
And with it the sighing.

I type on the keyboard
The dog grumbles low
He tells me he’s hungry–
It’s time to go.
But before I sign off
And say good bye
I remember that days
Go best with a smile.

May the smiles be with you
Whoever you are
Whatever you do
Whether near or far.
Poems can be silly
This is true.
But, at times, I need them
To keep the skies blue.