Month: March 2012
The Wheel
The wheel of life is ever turning
even as laughing children playInexorably toward their future as
tomorrow’s seniors faded greySpinning though you may resist
why waste a moment day or yearIt won’t delay for you or me
nor shed one solitary tearLive life now, live it well
what’s to gain if you do notStill waiting for a great event
or some degree you haven’t gotThe wheel spins just the same
you couldn’t stop it if you triedAnd wouldn’t it be a tragedy to
never have lived before you died
dog tired
Is it a bad sign when it’s not yet 9:00a.m., there is still coffee in the pot, and more than anything you just want to go back to bed? I figure it is too early in the day to call it a nap. Puppy was up at 2:30a.m., sometime between 4 and 5, and again at 6:30a.m. That’s when I got up, planning to stay up for the whole entire day. The previous times I took him out, then back in, took him out and fed him and back in… In between I kept rekenneling him and going back to bed. I must have slept. Each time I was there long enough to have crazy dreams before being awoken sooner than I wanted to be from the dog sounds coming through the puppy monitor. For the record, there was a thirty minute walk in there too. Alas, no back to bedding, no napping. Not for me anyway. That dog?! He’s sawing logs, happily curled up in the family room, where the TV is blaring a dog themed show, and the rest of the family is done with breakfast. It’s Spring Break here. Day 4 of No School. Woof.
I pledge to dream today, forever and always
marred with dry ink (via marredwithdryink)
yesterday was for lightweight cotton
plastic sandals too
today it’s fleece and boots of leather
‘cause I’m a gal who knows how to rock the world of pajama fashion
in my own backyard
chomp
so much for balmy temperatures
the bite is back in the air
March may go out like a lion this year
ROAR!
not always
I saw someone at church today
whom I haven’t seen in years
from opposites ends of the hallway
we met in the middle
as I drew within earshot
he said of me, ”She’s always smiling.”
I shook me head “no”
and said aloud, “not always”
he stated, “It’s not your husband with cancer.”
I countered with, “Yes. It is.”
him: “It’s pretty bad. Isn’t it?!”
me: “Stage 4. Two surgeries. Chemo now.”
him: “Is he bedridden?”
me: “Last summer for awhile,
with chemo and radiation simultaneously.
Workin’ light duty at a desk right now.”
him: “We’ve been praying, but we’ll pray harder”
me: “Thank you.
We know that’s what’s gettin’ us through.”
then we parted ways
he and his wife went one way
I went another
they are headed back to Michigan
to the church he’s senior pastor of
it was good to see him
on this Sunday morn
under the maple tree
distracted by those robins
they are everywhere
hopping on the ground
and not too worried
about this growin’ fast pup
under the maple tree
the biggest tree in my backyard
sittin’ here on a Sunday mornin’
just me and my big Blue dog
we’ve been up since five
goin’ in and out of the house
and ‘round the block
on a pajama clad walk
coffee’s long gone
tryin’ to kept him quiet
while the rest of my family sleeps
even that cat
so here I sit
under the maple tree
in a quiet backyard
except for bird sound
and an occasional woof
shhhhh
people are sleeping
their windows are open
yet here we sit
two awake beings
under the maple tree
on a Sunday morn
time to go in
again
I ate jelly beans on the way home from the grocery store today. It’s a good thing it’s a short drive or the bag would be empty…except for the yucky black ones that is. Even though I’m 40, I still save those for my dad. ~ Janean
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