I banished the new(er) toaster today.
It’s been a long time in coming.
You saw the charred black toast from Saturday.
On Sunday, this temperamental toaster burned all four slices of bread placed within the glowing coils.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr
Time is up.
That was your last chance…for now.
You are awesome at bagels.
We’ll get you down from the cabinet above the refrigerator, never never land, for toasting them.
Goodbye for now.
Consider yourself banished.
In late spring I was just as you are,
Carefree,
Optimistic,
Joyful,
Normal,
Unremarkable.And then, in less time than it takes to speak four little words,
I changed.“I think it’s cancer”.
Such a simple statement,
And yet one that continues to reverberate in my mind.Obviously there’s…
I found him…or rather, he found me. When I checked my followers just now there was one more. Number 53. He’d given me the clue that, “of” and “a” were in his Tumblr name. Really helpful, hmmmm? So, when I saw, “A Clarity of Conscious” I knew he was The One. Hello, Honey. I’ll look forward to seeing more of what you write come across my dashboard. Isn’t Tumblr more fun than watchin’ television in your recovery? Love, Me
Men.
Hard planes,
hard words,
hard hearts.They work,—
fix cars, fix women—
and earn money.
Breadwinners.
They are the sturdy platform
upon which the world stands.They would have us believe
that they are unemotional,
that they are above tears,
above love,
above.Unless that man is—
a writer.
A man as a writer,
feels hard,
falls hard,
writes hard.They live fast and hard,
and then transcribe it into words.Men as writers
are soft and malleable,
and fit to be held.
I know A Writin’ Man. But alas, I cannot follow him on Tumblr because he won’t tell me his URL. Oh well. His loss. I’ll just have to show him my love in person and not from the glow of his computer screen. ~ Still Waiting For My Husband To Spill The Beans Or Let His Guard Down And Leave His Tumblr Page Up *sigh*
I have a mug of hot peppermint tea at my elbow, and can’t decide whether to read a book or play plants vs. zombies, decisions decisions.
irritated
aggravated
agitated
frustrated
and not amused
these are some adjectives
that describe how I feel
about you
right this very moment
yeah, YOU
man that I’m married to
for 14 1/2 years
and counting
who decided
to join Tumblr tonight
but won’t tell me his
*&^%%$#@)(*!@# URL
are you kidding me?!
hope you get this message
at your shiny new Tumblr account
since you know my URL
and I don’t know yours
grrrrrrrrrrrr
fine
be that way
see if I care
cause I totally don’t
© Turquoise Tangles
P.S. Nothing like an open kitchen window, on a brisk December morning, to get the smoke and smell of charred black toast out of the house ASAP in the morning.
Burned the damn toast.
Not the first time.
My oldest son saw the smoke…before we smelled the burning bread.
One smoke alarm went off.
Then the other.
My hittin’ it with the broom didn’t help.
Except for comic effect.
Did I mention we have someplace to be?
Figures.
As he drank the first cuppa coffee from the new maker, my husband drolly comments, “Maybe we should have gotten a new toaster?”
“It’ll be fine”, I reply.
Adding, “This hasn’t happened in awhile.”
In other news, The Coffee Is Good.
Dear Self,
Brevity.
Work on it.
Love,
Me
my heart soars
my buttons pop
my smile blooms and beams
I’m proud of you already
and the concert
has yet
to begin
© 2011 Turquoise Tangles
It’s a music listenin’, art makin’ , family huggin’ Saturday here.
Turquoise Tangles 