My Country song keeps gettin’ better and better…
Glad my sweet Blue pup got in to see the vet today.
If you’d ask, Blue, well, not so much.
life
“Happy Day Before Easter!”
it’s the kind of thing my mom always says
I’m the mom now
twas a magnificent sunrise
with red clouds
atop a golden glow
three dozen eggs are boiling
and the youngest boy age eight
is awake and asking, “When?”
“When are we going to dye eggs?”
soon
they are boiling now
and we wouldn’t start
without your brother
busy day
this Saturday
soccer game one at 11:30
soccer game two at 1:30
family meal at my in-laws at 4:00
Easter pageant (night two) at 7:00
a vet trip is pending
my sweet Blue pup had surgery on Wednesday
for, well, you know
and a hernia repair too
he’s pathetic and lethargic
and I’m a worried dog mom
we’re going to laugh, love, smile and cry
hopefully happy tears
perhaps growl a bit too
(and I’m not talkin’ about Blue)
for these are the things families do
indeed it is a
Happy Day Before Easter
…and I just bet
that my mom
will still wish me one
before the day is through
borderline
Yesterday I said to my mother, “My life feels like a Country song today.”
I sang a few bars in summary and she shared my grin.
My mom’s always said, “You can laugh, or you can cry.”
I’m thankful yesterday was for hysterical laughter with only borderline hysteria.
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.
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
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
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
wearing sandals
toe nails painted blue
greenest of grass
dog named Blue
guarding yard
from robin invasion
Friday afternoon
Spring break has begun
gray clouds gather
a few raindrops fall
there is a storm rolling in
blackbirds chirping
flocking in treetops
warning the dog and woman
in the yard below
maple tree flowering
redbud budding
burr oak tree barely leafing
old nest from last season
still resting in high up branches
breeze is cooler
blowing faster
chimes chime louder
there is a storm rolling in
it’s going to cut loose
soon
And as if I weren’t tired enough, next thing I know the dog takes off through the backyard after something. A robin most likely. Because he’d chewed through the damn leash. Again. Second one. There won’t be a third. At least not this same brand. Grrrrrrr. That’d be me. Not the dog. He says, “Woof! Woof! Woof!” I’m the only one growling tonight.
Turquoise Tangles 