It has been two home grilled stakes, one fixed flat tire, a new draft poem, one book review written, another book finished, the riding lawnmower fired up for the first time of spring, two Giants win and four losses, one dream with a visit by a poet, a not so good week at weight watchers, a family Easter gathering and one week since my last confession.
I confess I almost forgot how good home grilled steak can be.
On the writing scene - I've read a lot this week (reading in several books at a time) but finished In The House of My Father By Hiwot Adilow - Published by Two Sylvias Press and winner of the 2017 Two Sylvias Chapbook Prize - judged by Kaveh Akbar. Published by Two Sylvias Press and winner of the 2017 Two Sylvias Chapbook Prize - judged by Kaveh Akbar. I Wrote a new poem draft that I believe has promise, however, I am still working on rewrites - yesterday's was like a 4th and it still needs more work. I confess that I always get giddy when I receive a new Poet's and Writers, The Writer's Chronicle, or one of my journal subscriptions in the mail. P&W came this past week but I have not had time to read it - just thumbed through and I looks like a pretty good issue. Maybe I can start reading it today at lunchtime. So I have to say that I am happy with my writing exploits this past week.
I had a slow leak in a tire that I have filled up several
times over the last couple of weeks. I bought a portable tire inflator - but
also took the car back to the tire store and they found a nail in it and fixed
it. Since I have the inflator I probably won't need it anytime soon. That's
what happened with buying a snow plow this winter after several heavy snows. We
bought and used it on the last big one and then they all stopped.
I confess I am feeling a little down about my Giants but I
am also tired of all the disparaging comments in line by so-called Giants fans.
Team fams can certainly be disappointed by the performance on the field but
comments like treading the entire team are neither realistic or helpful. I've
been a Giants fan for maybe 35 years and they have had some awesome years and
some less impressive, but I am still a Giants fan.
The Grand kids cracked me up over Easter. Participated in so many egg hunts I don't
know how they kept up their energy. The younger tagged along behind her bigger
sister and gladly took the cast-offs of big sister (who doesn't care for chocolate or white
chocolate).
So last night I had a dream that I was visited by another poet. We drank wine,
overindulged in pastries. Chatted with my wife. Listened to music and I must
have taken my blood sugar three or four times in the dream. Talking shop might
have been fun but we didn't do that. I
don't often have poets invited into my dreams for some reason but when it
happens it is usually a delight. I confess usually there is something a bit
eccentric that happens.
It seems that living in the now becomes harder with all the
stuff in the world going on. It's not at all easy to do and not think about
worldly problems. I hope to immerse
myself more into reading and writing in the week ahead.
Until next time~
Peace, Joy, and good writing.
