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Another
week has slipped by, and it felt full because we had lots of appointments to
keep. It takes a lot of energy for us to just keep up right now. Double for me,
as I feel I am watching a child as I try to keep my DH out of trouble. As I
write this, he managed to get on top of the roof to clean out the gutters and
he should NOT be up there!!!
It
rained this morning and more coming tonight and tomorrow morning. It did pause
enough for me to fetch some of the roses before they get beaten off in the hard
rains coming. This morning was a gentle rain at least. The blessing of the week
was two afternoons of perfect sunshine where we could sit among our spring
flowers and green grass with iced tea and maybe a book.
One
morning I tackled my writing files. It was a bittersweet job as I tossed much I
knew I would never be able to deal with again. I was pleasantly surprised to
see how much I had published though and enjoyed looking at what I had achieved.
I found the following poem published in 2006 which I had long forgotten. It had
been lost in a computer crash, but I had the magazine still. Glad I did not
overlook it.
I
got news of my biopsy this week. It will be May 3, and I dread it but such is
life these days!
This
morning I rode along with DH as he went to his haircut. I miss seeing my
friend. She did snip at my unruly gray fuzz! It is not long but it was shaggy
looking. She leveled some places and trimmed some side pieces that were two
different lengths. It feels better so I hope it looks better too!
Garage Sale
Stacks
of stuff line the floor down the hall.
How
did we actually accumulate it all?
Unmated
mittens, woven neck scarves torn.
Christmas
toys broken and now piled in a heap:
Curling
irons that no longer heat.
A
wool plaid coat missing a button or two;
An
ugly purse, shoes that don’t match
Thrown
on top of the bulging batch
Of
leftovers and unnecessary things.
It
is rummage; it must be spring!
7 comments:
I think it is in male genes. My partner shouldn't be on the roof either - but shouldn't isn't a word he understands.
Holding you in my heart - and love your poem.
Claudia--As prolific a writer as you are, I imagine you have shelves or books cases or a section of your den full of your anthologies, magazines and newspaper pieces... along with your certificates for your "wins" in competitions.
(My husband does the same thing. He's afraid of heights, but nonetheless climbs up on the roof without even telling me he's about to do it.)
Learning to live in the "now"
while juggling the necessary
with the sheer wonder of life
is a rare and wonderful goal
You are getting closer, my friend.
Not by the path you or I would choose,
but the one we find ourselves in...
complete with roses
strategically gathered along the way. ♥
Your poem speaks to all of us, I'm sure.
So glad you had some deck time. I just read that lemonade is good for the liver. How about that?
Your roses are so pretty. I am waiting for my buds to open.
As for men on roofs. It is in their genes. Bill's doctor told him no ladders, so what does he do? You guessed it, climbed up on the roof. I think we do have to mother them. Mine can;t settle on a parking space. Drives me crazy.
Hi Claudia...I can definitely identify with your poem. Too much crappola around here. Boy, do I need to do some decluttering in every single room. Glad you are living in the moment. It's difficult to do but SO therapeutic. Take care, Claudia. Prayers continue daily and nightly. Hugs. Susan
I love your poetry Claudia! One thing I can attest to is that moving THREE times in FOUR years definitely cleans out the old closets, garage, attic, basement, etc. I've decided to write about it but haven't decided exactly what to do with it. Start my sequel, finally, maybe, or submit it somewhere, although I haven't seen any Calls for Submissions that it would fit! LOL
You are such an inspiration to all of us, reminding us to live in the moment, in such a subtle way. I try to do that every day, but sometimes I forget, and then I come back to your blog....Hugs!
The poem is delightful! Sending love...
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