Dear Friend… it’s a week since my last confession; a whole frink’n week already.
To the confessional….
It’s been a week of rain and sunshine. I confess that I can take no blame or credit for either.
It’s been a trying week. I confess that it has been a week of anger and frustration and uncertainty; all of things that I don’t like. I confess that it also is a week in which change has been on my mind a lot. Some perhaps good and some perhaps not so, but either way he thought of changes is always unsettling to me.
I confess that I’m usually thinking about poetry month many weeks before it ever arrives but not this one. I confess too that I often wrangle internally with the pros and cons of setting out to write a poem-a-day during poetry month. The pressure to produce, the expectations, the thought of failure, all that kind of stuff that causes you lunch to spin heavy in your stomach like a cement mixer sloshing a load before it dumps It out. All that said, I simply went about writing a draft of a poem each of the first two nights of the month and never put any pressure on myself o do so. Both seem to be real workable drafts… Yeah!
I confess that one day last week I was on auto pilot when I stopped on the way to work at the local Quick Trip, aced in and filled up a 44 oz. glass, paid and went to the car where I took a sip and realized I had gotten Diet Coke instead of iced tea from the fountain. I pitched the drink and stopped down the road for a tea. Other than that mistaken sip, I have continued my sacrifice of Diet Coke for Lent.
My wife and I saw the movie Mirror Mirror over the weekend. It’s a fascinating twist on the Snow White story. Julia Roberts was great in a most unconventional role for her. I recommend it! I confess he trip to the movies with Cathy was my high point of the week.