Tuesday, May 22, 2018
It's been an extensive lava eruption in Hawaii, a 5 & 8 Record for my Giants (who play tonight), an improving left knee, damage to a tendon in my left heel, some writing frustration, a feeling of being overwhelmed, more to the ongoing story of Trump Fucks Up America, one more school shooting, sporadic reading, being out of control with my eating, and two weeks since my last confession.
Reader, it's been a strange beauty/horror as I watch pictures from Hawaii. The flow of lava seems to follow the path of least resistance and therefore threaten both people and man-made property that stand in its way. This is another reminder that mother nature holds tremendous power over both beauty and destruction. I confess this is the power nature holds over us, abundant beauty and terror. Someone must be writing about this!
I am frustrated with writing and reading. I've been doing a fair amount of writing but not so good on reading. And to the extent that I am cracking out words, I don't feel I am happy whit what I am writing. Oh, sure there are bits and pieces that and extraordinary but things are not coming together. I had planned on entering a contest this month and had pieces that I wanted to rework or polish up for it. I became so disillusioned with myself that as the 15th deadline came and went, I did not have it in me to work anymore on these pieces and I just chucked it all in. I told myself I needed to own this decision and not look back on it with regret, I confess to being disappointed in myself but that is not the same as regret.
Another school shooting takes innocent lives. I confess that I have more resolve to cast votes for candidates that reflect the belief we can make a difference - and this issue is guns, not exits, not arming teachers, not allowing more guns in the open community.
There is this reading issue. I'm not reading enough. It's not from lack of books. I confess that I subscribe to the adage that writers must be constantly reading far more material than the write. I'm going to do better on this starting today!
Last but not least, I confess that I have been far too enamored with potato chips and ice cream. These two items have become a food group ion my food chain. Comfort food? Items that I can't break away from because of the taste. I don't know. I confess it has just been a problem this past couple of weeks.
I had the opportunity to see several women that belonged to a poetry group that has not met in some time. It was very nice to see Joyce, Brenda, and Mary (who I haven't seen in good Lord, maybe two years?
That's it for tonight. May you breathe in the fullness of life and watch out for the lava.
Tuesday, May 08, 2018
|Hill of Slane - County Meath, Ireland|
It's been one new, rear hatch door on my Scion, another April - Poetry month has gone by, a mixed bag of good on writing a poem a day in April, a mixed record of 13 wins and 8 losses for my San Francisco Giants, a somewhat improved left knee, not very good news at the dentists, a cool card from a friend, and 3 weeks since my last confession.
Let me start with the card. On the left is a photo attached to a homemade card from someone who I believe I first had contact with several years ago as a result of an April - Poetry Month Book give-a-way. This kind person sent me this card wishing me a happy Easter, it went back to her because we had moved and the post office did not forward it. She messaged me for my new address and resent it. There was a personal note in it, she shared a story about visiting the 9-11 memorial and enclosed a SF Giants window decal. Marianne is aware of my love of baseball and all things SF Giants.
Postal mail has changed so much over the years. I remember the dreaded reach into the mailbox expecting dreaded bills and junk mail. An occasional letter but those were infrequent. If I was lucky there would be a new book I had ordered. They always give me a thrill when they arrive.
Over the years the mail has changed. Drastically so. In fact, I rarely if ever get so much as a bill in the mail these days. I'm not complaining. Part of that is because I have almost no bills any longer, but also because account statements are usually available to me online. What I do get, is an ever-increasing amount of junk mail. This mail offers me everything from hearing aids to timeshare get-aways. There are siding offers, new windows, funeral plans, car deals, and God knows what I've pitched without delving too deeply int to specifics. Rarely do I ever receive personal mail. Again, the arrival of a new book is about as good as it gets.
I doubt that my mail situation is much different from my neighbors, you, or anyone else. I don't believe this is unique. Sadly, it is a sign of the times. I long for the days that poets & writers wrote to others about their trade. Getting this card was a pleasant deviation from the sad commentary of what the mail has become. It made my day.
I confess that I did not write 30 poem drafts in April. Sometimes it happens that I do, but sometimes I fall short. What I can say, is that I have a few drafts that are keepers and may once cleaned up a bit, will be looking for homes. So, I won't say that the April exercise was a failure. I will say that it fell short of expectations. Or maybe plans is a more accurate description.
I confess that My left knee is much better, but not 100%.
I confess that today I am off from work and I have received no less than 4 solicitation calls to my cell that is on the Do-Not-Call list. This has really ticked me off. They all start with how are you today and my response is, that depends on who you are and why you are calling. I get in my curmudgeon mode. Usually, I don't answer if I don't know the number, but I was anticipating a call that would likely have been a number unknown to me.
I'm totally angry with our government and I confess that I don't see much good coming of it until we can change what we've got.
As you can see, I am a bit cranky today. Hot weather will do that to me, but so will ignorant as well as unethical public officials, as well as unwanted calls from solicitors.
On that note, I will sign off and hope that tomorrow Michael is less cranky.
Have a safe week, everyone.