Tuesday, August 16, 2011
It's been almost a week since my non-confession confession and here I am heading to the confessional for a look back.
I confess that the week in view was a largely exasperating one. At work, at home, and at all points between. I think both mentally and physically I've let myself get deflated. I feel like one of those moon walk things kinds bounce on at outdoor events that are filled with air only the party is over and the air released and I'm just a jumble of plastic on the ground.
It seems like almost every night for the past week we've drug in late. I got home later tonight because I needed to go to the store to replenish the Wells' Mother's cubbard. I'm home now and my poor wife has still not returned from work. I don't have room to complain - it's a problem that we have encountered together... still it is getting old.
Last night I confess that I came home, and did not write. I went straight to bed and when my wife came in, we watched The Closer and I think another show and then I was out like a light. I don't like feeling like this, the wanr slick feeling. Quite frankly I feel like my body, mind and soul are all on auto pilot and I have no control.
I confess that one of the things that always brightens my day is opening the mail box and finding poetry. Yesterday I received a poetry book that I had pre-ordered a couple months back. I confess that I'm not the most patient person when it comes to waiting for any book... poetry are other. But when they do come, there is a satisfaction that's like a double layer German Chocolate Cake with traditional icing... the coconut and Carmel stuff. Of course the Poetry has no calories and won't raise my blood sugar ;)
So yesterday, I was happy when my copy of Amy Leigh Davis' book The Alter Ego of the Universe arrived. I think I carried it to the bedroom with all the excitement of a kid at Christmas, read two poems and fell asleep after texting Amy. Like I said before the energy just wasn't there!
So far, I'm hanging in there better tonight. I will probably only journal tonight and read a few poems... not creative writing tonight... It's late as it is.
Till next week....