January 31…

Last day of January and mindful writing 2015. I leave with a ditzy ditty:

 

Slippery Soap

 

I scrum I yawn

lose control

oh no there it goes

on a forward reach

past my toes.

 

Ride-a-cycle

’round the tub

scud the rim

a few seconds later

those verbs-of-sin.

 

Having some fun

life on its own

a bar of soap

sails right past into

that slippery zone.

 

See you tomorrow for the first of NaHaiWriMo – National Haiku Writing Month.

 

ag ~ 2015

 

 

 

January 30…

We often give very little consideration to those people who live toward the edge of our lives. They’re not part of our inner circle but orbit somewhere on the far circumference – so much so that we hardly pay attention to them until they disappear. Usually for me this means they move out of my figurative or literal neighborhood. When this happens, their presence comes into sharp focus because of their new or pending absence. It does not matter how little contact I really have with them – it’s always more than enough for some tearful grief.

 

news of her moving flashbacks to winter in fourth grade

 

ag ~ 2015

January 28…

I have to try to remember (in the actual moment) that the more you do – the more opportunity for making mistakes. Today I made soup and had to add store-bought stock when I realized I did not have enough of my own. I was thrilled to be using some that I save for occasions like this that had not run way (key word here) past its expiration date. Of course, I did not read the highlighted notice Easy Open Cap – No Pull Tab before opening. When I twisted off the top, I saw that the seal was broken and immediately deduced that someone was either trying to poison me, or that I already opened it and forgot to refrigerate it. Okay, either way I decided to pour it out and get another one – only thing now was that I did not have another chicken stock and had to use vegetable stock. Once again after twisting off the top – I saw that the seal was broken. This was my AHA! moment – when I realized that the words Easy Open Cap – No Pull Tab was actually related to my process, and that the twist itself broke the seal. Duh and not! Are we (read that AM I?) really supposed to know this stuff when “Package Opening 101” changes every ten minutes, or can I be excused once in a while? I feel bad that I wasted a carton of good stock, but I’m also happy to recognize that “Package Opening for Baby Boomers” will rank up there on the best-selling Dummies book-list  along with “Learn-the-Computer,” “Cell Phone Dos and Don’ts” and “How-To-Work-the-Dashboard-On-Your-New-Car.”

blizzard soup – the misnomer of easy off lost in the pot

 

ag ~ 2015 

 

 

January 27…

I love the color indigo and any title or name that includes it. There is something deliciously dark and soulful about this deepest of blues. It’s the sky between stars, next to the last color in the rainbow and resonates to the sound of a bass. It leads me into a creative cave, and I don’t know why.

blue again for no reason other than a sweep of sky

 

ag ~ 2015

 

 

January 26…

Hang in there. Fall in love. Saw this on my Tumblr feed which I rarely check anymore but thought it curious. There’s a blizzard raging here on the east coast, and while I agree with the “hang in there” advice, I got a little lost with the “fall in love” part. Then I remembered that it’s about falling in love with wonder. Here now, it’s the wonder of nature despite any inconvenience. The silence and beauty of snow falling never fails to inspire me, and I hope I never outgrow this sense of innocence and playfulness. Silliness too – as I am well stocked up on the usual storm non-essentials – popcorn, wine, peanut-butter cookies…

blizzard baking at midnight begins a sense of awe

 

ag ~ 2015

January 25…

Blizzard!!! I admit it – I succumbed. Went out into the crowd and bought supplies to make soup and cookies. Dunno if I’m really gonna do it – my heart is in the right place, but my head and feet yell out – you need a rest – not another project. We’ll see. Tonight (Sunday) I am going to watch an old movie with Joan Crawford and Robert Montgomery and imagine myself wearing a long slinky gown, tossing my head into his gaze…

dog snores interrupt the steamy screen romance ’til I toss a bone her way

 

ag ~ 2015

January 24…

Just another Saturday and not… I received the sweetest email this morning in response to a wail about the angst of chaos and self-unfolding and knowing and not knowing…and in the end truly understanding that creation is the painting.

a voice sings off key until blue lines jazz and dance her limbs

(with a little help from a friend)

ag ~ 2015

January 23…

Day Trip

 

Piddlestixs

What a great name and the claim to purvey curiosity?

YES! And thanks for purveying  ennui into imagination.

 

words that swell on the tongue martini my pen into merlot

 

ag ~ 2015

 

 

 

January 22…

Wow, I just looked up the ingredients for a blackberry brandy cocktail and came across a whole list of insane names for mixed drinks filed under this one liquor alone, and I can imagine the rest out there:

F**k Me Running (on a side note – is this possible?); Flaming Bitch, and her partner, Flaming A**hole; G-Spot #2 (makes me wonder about #1); Peckerhead (which has no less than 14 ingredients); Maxi-Pad (so uninviting); Smurf Goo and Poop Deck Cocktail (another turn-off).

Once again to be filed under “Who thinks up this stuff and where do they get the time?” I must admit though to a begrudging admiration for creative monikers.

nor’easter approaching once again sidelined by the sidelines

 

ag ~ 2015