I just finished working on a project I carried home from the office and before I move a way from my laptop I should get my confession over for the week. Let's go to the confessional...
Dear Reader: It has been four blog posts, 3.1 Lbs lost, news of one accept poem for a fall print journal, more heat the suitable for man or beast, and a second week of a bum knee since my last confession.
Two weeks ago I my right knee swelled up almost overnight. A protrusion like a golf ball developed below the knee cap and left of center (I'm starting to sound more political then medical here) and it looked far worse then it felt. At first anyway. I confess my week (last week) was far too busy to take time out from work to go to the doctor and I assumed it was simply an inflammation and it would go away. This was greatly annoying to my daughter Shannon.
By Monday morning I could not put off the doctor visit any longer. The assessment tended to support a major inflammation ant nothing more serious. Unfortunately it had gone from mildly annoying to quite painful, especially when driving. Day two post Dr. visit it's slightly better but the anti-inflammatory is playing hell with my stomach.
In addition to my dieting, I was planning to get the bike out for some exercise several nights a week, but the knee issue nixed this idea... for the time being. I confess the heat would probably be a little rough for starting a bike ricing program, but I was/am serious about it and I'm pulling for better weather and knee both next week!
I confess that I wanted to lose just a little more weight this week. I would have been happy with about 1.5 more lbs. simply because it would have psychologically broken a number that was a benchmark I would have been so psyched by dropping belows. I know loss in the range of 2 lbs per week is ideal and going beyond should make me very pleased just the same.
I confess that seeing Congresswoman Gabby Gifford's return to Congress to vote in the debt ceiling increase was the most uplifting thing to come out of Washington D.C. news in longer then I can honestly recall.That woman is quite an inspiration!
I confess I feel there is little to applaud in the outcome and process used to to reach that outcome in the debt reduction plan that was passed and signed into law.
I confess I'm out of confession!
Best wishes to everyone... see you next week.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Magpie Tales 75 - Poem : Cycles Sirius
All she ever wanted
was to ride
to let her hair down
to be a human streamer
on a world stage
far from her tunnel
childhood
ride she did
a circus act
big as the night
she was Sirius
brightest of light
taking the curves
smooth— feral flesh
blinking under a hot blue
sparkler strobe
woman reborn
2011 © Michael A. Wells
Magpie Tales75
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Saturday, July 30, 2011
Couple of poems that caught my attention today...
Christine Klocek-Lim - editor of Autumn Sky Poetry has another steller edition. Two of the poems that particularly caught my attention I have linked here. Perhaps you will enjoy them as I did or one or more of the others. Happy reading!
- The Empty Playground by Zeina Hashem Beck
- Arriving Home Late One Night by David Hubbard
Sounds Like A Spot for a Writing Weekend
The Lighthouse dating back to the 1880's is about a hour from Seattle. It provides a bird's eye view of what goes on in Puget Sound and a view of Mount Rainier.
From a Seattle Times Review it sounds like an awesome place for a weekend retreat for writers.
Where are some places you have gotten away to write at and how did the writing end up? Tell us about your successes or otherwise....
At A Loss
Then it rained
my hair wet
streams pulled it
over my forehead
I gushed with thoughts
I could not keep
soon I was up to my ankles
in loss
my hair wet
streams pulled it
over my forehead
I gushed with thoughts
I could not keep
soon I was up to my ankles
in loss
2011 © Michael A. Wells
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Confession Tuesday - Weighty Edition
Dear Reader:
To the confessional... It's been one week of hot-air in Washington, D.C. since my last confession. <sigh>
A confession that I have tonight is one I'd like to just be a secret. I started a diet on Sunday and I'd just as soon it not be historically recorded on the Internet, but alas I some notion that as I confess it here it establishes some accountability. With that in mind I will swallow my pride and confess that yes, I am intentionally attempting to lose weight - reduce body mass, take up less space, etc, etc. My first weigh in was on Sunday. I stopped by the Y and weighed in again this afternoon. Result - 3.1 lbs lost. So what did I do? I went to lunch with out office to celebrate birthdays this month. We went to Winslow's BBQ.
Now you are no doubt thinking.... hum I'll bet he could put the 3 lbs right back on in a place like that. I was a relatively good boy... I skipped any fries opting instead for the BBQ beans and the Smokey Sandwich I ditched the bun on eating only the meat. My drink... ice tea. Taking everything into consideration I didn't do bed for the day. I'll try and remember to weigh in next Tuesday as an additional measure of accountability.
Where has July gone? I confess the summer feels like greased pig slipping through my arms. As we are nearly to August that leaves like two months of baseball left for the regular season. Football will soon be encroaching into it. Oh how I hate that!
In the poetry department I confess that I've been hanging onto drafts a lot longer - tweeking - tinkering - turning them around and standing them on end. I confess I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. Yes, we can close the book on a poem and send it out in the world too early. Sometimes I thing we can tinker too much as well. I think time helps just to allow for perspective shifts, changes can be made without wearing the words on the page out. I confess I am not likely to change how I approach this anytime soon.
That's a wrap for this today... have a great week and see you again on Tuesday!
To the confessional... It's been one week of hot-air in Washington, D.C. since my last confession. <sigh>
A confession that I have tonight is one I'd like to just be a secret. I started a diet on Sunday and I'd just as soon it not be historically recorded on the Internet, but alas I some notion that as I confess it here it establishes some accountability. With that in mind I will swallow my pride and confess that yes, I am intentionally attempting to lose weight - reduce body mass, take up less space, etc, etc. My first weigh in was on Sunday. I stopped by the Y and weighed in again this afternoon. Result - 3.1 lbs lost. So what did I do? I went to lunch with out office to celebrate birthdays this month. We went to Winslow's BBQ.
Now you are no doubt thinking.... hum I'll bet he could put the 3 lbs right back on in a place like that. I was a relatively good boy... I skipped any fries opting instead for the BBQ beans and the Smokey Sandwich I ditched the bun on eating only the meat. My drink... ice tea. Taking everything into consideration I didn't do bed for the day. I'll try and remember to weigh in next Tuesday as an additional measure of accountability.
Where has July gone? I confess the summer feels like greased pig slipping through my arms. As we are nearly to August that leaves like two months of baseball left for the regular season. Football will soon be encroaching into it. Oh how I hate that!
In the poetry department I confess that I've been hanging onto drafts a lot longer - tweeking - tinkering - turning them around and standing them on end. I confess I'm not sure if this is a good thing or not. Yes, we can close the book on a poem and send it out in the world too early. Sometimes I thing we can tinker too much as well. I think time helps just to allow for perspective shifts, changes can be made without wearing the words on the page out. I confess I am not likely to change how I approach this anytime soon.
That's a wrap for this today... have a great week and see you again on Tuesday!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Do no wrong
Writing away - in free write while listening to my playlist. No care given to what comes out - it's choppy and all over the map and that's cool because I will come back to it on another day and mine for gold. For now it's words - phrases and that is all that matters. I can do no wrong.
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