03/13/18

I wish I could say I'm having a
blond moment. Alas, it's more
alone the lines of a blond month.
As Luis moved into my home of
many years, in the month of March
with plenty of snow, I felt I needed
to gift him my pickup and plow now
rather than a year from now. This
then, brought up my own need for
a new pickup. Bottom line, turns
out I am the blond, and no one else.
I miscalculated the down payment
and now I don't have the necessary
shekels to pay for my bills for the
month of March. Perhaps 'twould
have been better to avoid this
subject entirely, but am committed
to total honesty, so here it is.

where is the wisdom
what to do oh what to do
someone please advise

03/12/18

I find myself being reminded
of the love of family. We just
celebrated the second birthday
of Russel's twin grandchildren.
It was delightful to take a time
out from our daily grind of
moving and enjoy family, fun
and games, not to mention
delicious food. One knows how
much family means, how much
love is shared. I find myself
wondering how it is that a
reminder is even necessary.

no malice within
the purity of childhood
perfect little souls

03/11/18 - DST

I fear I've always found Daylight Savings Time
to be somewhat anticlimactic. Year after year,
I await the morning to experience an hour
earlier or an hour later. Somehow, the clocks
rule and my body seems to adjust. Just once,
I'd like for it to present itself as rather a big deal.

what time is it now
clocks at odds with each other
tis the dance of time

03/10/18

Sleepless night, and NOT in Seattle!
'Tis strange, after a lifetime of waking
at 4:30 a.m. in order to be early at
one's desk to face day after day of
glorious teenagers. No regrets, I so
loved teaching. Having said that, I do
wonder sometimes what would be
wrong with a bit of sleeping in or even
getting a full night's rest, if not sleep!
Alas, not to be . . .

sleepless sleepy head
even my soul is tired
no rest for wickeds

And NO, no other explanations forthcoming . . .

03/09/18

Yesterday was an amazing day in that
it was International Women's Day.
The news, Face Book, the internet,
all touched on the subject throughout
the day. Harking back in history, it is
truly amazing to see just how far we
women, our right to voice and all that
pertains, have come. Those of us who
have lived in the modern world most
likely take our equality for granted.
In fact, the complaining one hears,
just be laughable in the face of history.
Bless those pioneering women who
are responsible for the life and liberty
we all enjoy today.

echoes of voices
our sisters of yesteryear
fought for our todays

03/08/18

Me thinks I died last night. Moving
is such an amazing experienche
which Sally has already found out
and Jo is about to. Makes me wish
I had been one of those people in
the LESS MODE rather than the
MORE MODE! I crashed yesterday
afternoon and slept through to 4:30
this morning. Now, back into the fray!

may be called moving
sorting boxing packing more
change is what happens

03/07/18

Moving is su an exhausting,
soul-searching endeavor. In
the early hours of the evening,
I'm never exactly certain whether
I'm dead or alive . . . and my sleep
is definitely along the lines of the
walking dead, but with no walking!

promises promise
and the dead shall rise again
feel older than death

03/06/18

I'm making the effort. Still, I find myself
not up to physical par, not having enough
energy to complete my daily tasks. There's
a will, but not a way. I'm wondering if it does
indeed take a bit more than the power of
positive thinking. So, I'm trying to work a
tad longer each day and/or to simply work
at all. Isn't there an old adage that says
something along the lines of the world
wasn't won in a day?! Alas, 'tis a day for
cliches . . .

feeling so tired
dancing as fas as i can
wheres the geritol

*Rome ne s'est pas faite en un jour.
Rome wasn't built in a day.
~The Count of Flanders, 12th century
cleric in the court of Philippe of Alsace

03/05/18

I find myself looking forward to the return
of the light as spring approaches. It's rather
that glorious time of year when hope returns,
tiny bits of green force their way up and out
into our very beings and the birds begin to
sing. For me, it adds an entire dimension . . .
create, creating, creativity, creator . . . and
again, most of all, hope!

cold winter mornings
find myself longing for spring
around the corner

03/04/18

Been thinking . . . I know,  dangerous
proposition. I WANT, nay NEED, to
actually LIVE whatever life I have
left . . . to the fullest. I've been trying
to see what that might look like. I find
it interesting that I have no actual
desire to travel the world or accomplish
exotic endeavors. Rather, I long for
local ventures, unusual restaurants, visits
with family, fun drinks . . . getting high
perhaps, but not loaded. Sometimes I
wonder what thoughts most of us have
as we approach the end of our days.

where to go from here
inner longings of my soul
excitement at last

03/03/18

What a day! I may never recover!
New glasses so I can see the world.
New pickup so I can travel in it.
I feel the excitement!

waited a long time
traveling on wings of hope
a new day dawning

03/02/18

Last night was beyond pure magic!
What is it about the full moon that
just fills one with hope?! I felt better
than I had in weeks; it's no wonder
lovers bask in her glory. I may wish
upon a star from time to time but my
true longings spring from our luna llena.

ever awaiting
dreaming with lunar lady
still under her spell

03/01/18

You should see our homes. Actually,
no you shouldn't! They are both
stuffed to the gills. There's no place
to put anything or put anything away.
I swear, I'm trying to do my Away
Team (give away, throw away, put
away) but it's rather beyond
impossible. The kids report in that
they're freezing to death. Not sure
they're old enough to cope with all
that faces them. I'm feeling older
than old . . .

a new life awaits
in the land of overwhelmed
may the gods succor