Walk instead of going back to bed after I finish my morning coffee. Done for today – I took Lil for a walk on the W&OD trail (a rail trail) that runs through my neighborhood and all the way into DC.
Done. Lil and I have walked every day since last Monday. Somedays have just been around the block, and twice so long that I broke her and had to carry her part of the way back; I won’t do that this week, I’ve promised her.
Start a new embroidery or new spinning project.
Started, made progress, and ruined. But I have a similar, better idea for the next one.
Write a post about Spinzilla.
Nope. But I did change the poem on my refrigerator to e. e. cummings [hist whist].
And, unexpectedly, I found the perfect kitten while browsing Petfinder, which replaced my Twitter feed for a while. I convinced my husband, with some wise words from my 13 year old who said “Dad, just give in; you can’t win an argument with Mom!” and I filled out the adoption application for this guy, who’s current name is Spider.
Carry on with walking every day, but not so much that I break Lil and have to carry her.
Go to TKD twice.
Carry on knitting (S)urge, the new shawl and read Brazzaville Beach while doing it.
Start another new embroidery project using lessons learned from the scissor catastrophe.
Spinzilla. I’m going to write about it as soon as I post this.
Spider-kitten: wait patiently. My contact at the rescue is out of town until Wednesday.
Saturday we’re going to Morgantown for my oldest’s birthday. I think there will be hiking and cake. And lots of car knitting.
I know, I know – April is over, it’s May FFS – National Poetry Writing Month is so … so last month. I started a few days late and I want to come out of this with 30 poems. I actually was thinking of turning it into a 100 day project, but I’m not sure how feasible that’s going to be given everything going on between now and mid-July (middle son and nephew both graduating high school, 2 week trip to S. Korea at the end of June, and more). So … we’ll see how I feel about this in a few days. 🙂
Strip malls done tastefully, towne centers even,
with parking lots discretely hidden, ruin sunsets.
They’re all the same, with an anchor
store, nail salon, restaurant, and more. Ships
that aren’t going anywhere, but that might take you
to the American version of China or Thailand.
We all stream home to identical houses
on identical streets, knowing everyone else’s floorplan
even if it is a mirror.
Oh sure, you can personalize the little things
but don’t kid yourself: it’s all the same,
you’re all the same, the only difference between you
and your neighbor are niggling details strangers
don’t care about.
I want to go swimming in the brook
like we used to, getting lost in time
until we couldn’t feel our fingers and toes,
only getting out when our lips turned blue.
Wrapped shivering in towels
we’d try to get warm on a rock in the sun,
talking and giggling and imagining.
The no-see-ums or the mosquitoes or the horseflies
finally chasing us home to find
only an hour or two gone
out of the longest short season: summer.
Now that you’ve learned the songs of 100 birds,
your task is to learn the sounds of 20 trees.
It is especially easy when it rains:
“a splatter of metallic sparks”
or “a low, clean, woody thump”
or “a speed-typist’s clatter.”
This acoustic world is open to everyone,
but most of us never enter it.
Through sound, we come to know the place.
Life is about relationships;
not just networked, it is network.
The self degenerates into the network.
Roots draw nutrients from symbiotic fungi
and communicate with bacteria.
Leaves sniff the air to detect the health of neighbors
while releasing chemicals that summon
Photosynthetic cells harness the power of sunlight.
Seeds are dispersed by far-flying birds.