September 29, 2017
So hard to write
Feel tired so often
Just emotionally drained
Tired of being afraid of the future.
The little fun I have is painting my fingernails.
Also, I've been working out, but the weight I gained during recovery from eye surgery is leaving VERY SLOWLY.
So few rays of hope
In this nightmare
We are forced to live in.
The hateful and spiteful rule
And the kind and loving
Are crushed underfoot.
No one is cared for
But the very wealthy
The rest of us
Are supposed to die,
I suppose.
October 5, 2017
The weather is wet and cloudy, but the air still far too warm.
I want my Autumn sunlight and cool, snappy air as well
Our nation's mood is like our President-
Old, grumpy, easily provoked.
We all need coffee, and/or a good, stiff drink, a big group hug, and a LARGE infusion of Common Sense.
Also possibly a nice nap.
On the desk, and life is busy. Our library is hopping!
We are loved and needed!
October 8, 2017
At last the golden days return.
Nights are cooler
Days are still quite warm
a few trees, mostly the silver maples, are throwing leaves to the ground.
Though, not many have changed color yet.
I look at my hand
Resting on the page
Holding my pen
And I see my mother's hand.
Veinier and bonier
With knobblier knuckles
Than I think I should have.
Yet the shape of it
Is still all me.
LONG fingers.
Deeper palm.
Painted nails.
Still me.
Older.
More mileage.
But still the
Same me.
I have a new Fit Bit. It hasn't asked to be held yet.
It lives on my wrist
And measures my heart rate
As well as my steps.
After about 2 weeks, it seems to think I'm in excellent shape for my age group.
It reminds me to get up and move if I've logged less than 250 steps in an hour.
It buzzes 10 minutes before the hour to remind me, if I haven't had enough steps that hour.
I have set it up to only do this between 9am and 5pm.
It's rather amazing how meetings can make holes in your daily accumulation of steps.
October 9, 2017
Today the wind has shifted
It is now from the North
It is cooling the air
Bringing thoughts of hearty stew
And good bread
And a cozy spot
And a good book.
I have the stew cooking
And the rolls reheating...
October 10, 2017
At last! A cool Autumn day!
Clouds and sun both, Cold north wind,
Perfect day to make muffins
To take to work, so I did!
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| Monarch butterfly photo by Gillian Lang 10/13/17 |
October 13, 2017
Monarchs
By CK Armistead
2017
Sail on
Gentle soul
South
Against the wind
On to that place
Of rest and solace
Where all lives will soon be
Celebrated
And love remembered
For it isn't only
The one day
That we remember
Those we love
But no longer see
In this world
But every day
We love and we remember
Just on the one day
We celebrate
And remember
In public
With marigolds
And food, and drink,
And music,
And stories.
And we watch for you
Floating by, stopping
To rest your wings
On the marigolds
On the shrines to love.
-For a butterfly seen on my walk this morning, working its careful way South toward Mexico, even against the wind.
Dia de los Muertos happens soon-
All Hallows Even, All Saints Day
Samhain, to those of us with Celtic heritage.
The walls between the worlds grow thin,
And all sorts of wonderful things are possible.
As always, I bid you peace.
