- The birthday cake I ate for breakfast last week.
- A satisfying, healthy, annual cardiologist report.
- For birthday cards and wishes, some outrageously funny.
- Autumn weather is here, soon autumn colors will appear
- The beautiful orchid plant received.
- Music, I have a variety of music in my life every day.
- Energy of a Virgo new moon
- Prayers of healing, both mine sent and others’
- Rainy days
- TTOT that reminds me to be aware
Take down the porcelain
The one with the pink petal
If it doesn’t suit you to use the metal. . .teapot
Don’t get your drawers in a nettle
It’s simple for us to settle
For tea from the hot kettle.
- Oh, no. I will not moan about another birthday coming up next week. I’m happy to be here to see and enjoy it, in good health and agility.
- Birthday cake. I’m looking forward to mine. I make sure I have one every year.
- My study group that has begun the book Archetypes by Caroline Myss. It’s gonna be good.
- 3. My dear friend Tammy who sent her fabulous chapbook The Postnuptial Agreement, the result of ten years of creating & composing. It’s gorgeous inside and out.
- Heartland the series on Netflix has captured my heart. It’s my alternative life I could have lived if I knew about that lifestyle when I was younger.
- The Reading Woman calendar by Pomegranate that displays beautiful artwork of women reading even before it was a common event to do for women, with blocks large enough to scribble reminders.
- A place to donate the books I am purging from my storage unit. They need to be in circulation, not in a storage unit. Sadly I don’t have enough room for them all anymore.
- The books that are like friends that I cannot part with. I’ve lugged them from one place to another.
- My cell that shows who is calling so I can block the company connected to my car’s warrenty. Bull!
The writing ideas that come to me when I think they aren’t going to.
Painting is something I loved to do from my earliest years and I asked for a set of paints when I was 8; my step-father-to-be said, “I’m sorry i don’t know anything about paint sets.”
I got a baseball mitt instead.
When I asked for painting lessons which my oldest brother got, I was given tap shoes for my clumsy feet that never fit in a chorus line.
When I had babies, one after another painting portraits didn’t come into the picture.
Once they grew to a certain age, I got to take lessons with the esteemed, internationally known Juanita Crosby, Gail Bracegirdle and years later with Dot Overby.
Alas, talent is needed to get into a successful gallery.
- Have I mentioned that I love Costco? I fought against the principal of paying to shop in a store and fought against the store, believing it was for families, not for people like me who buy in small quantities. Friends argued for years before I gave in. Now I love it and save money too.
- The cardinal who looks me straight in the eye each morning, nods his head then feeds heartily.
- My Tachyon pad that keeps arthritis out of my hands and may have helped heal my Wet macular Degeneration eyes.
- Grace, who brings bottles of fresh well water to this city girl who drinks awful city, water.
- Ceiling fans that keep my AC bill lower.
- The many times I’ve been to Oakley Hall Plantation but have yet to see one of their ghosts.
- All this new interest in poetry.
- Coconut water to cook rice in. Yummy.
- My countertop appliances so I don’t need to turn on a hot stove in this weather.
Autumn is around the corner. My favorite time of year.
The joint was jumpin’ with live jazz and even livelier bodies bouncing around the floor.
She entered slowly one long leg emerging from the front slit in her long, black dress after the other leading her across the dance floor, passing the bar with a wave to the bartender.
As she crossed to the double doors along the rear of the room where the big guy doorman, otherwise called a bouncer, smiled at her indicating she was a regular and welcome indeed.
A smile lit up her own face as she slipped through the opening, glancing around inconspicuously before turning to the left and walking along the thickly padded walls.
Her destination was a few steps away, easily found in the dimly lit room.
She slid onto the high stool as smooth, sexy, jazz oozed from the trio on the small stage, looked straight ahead and said, “It’s still warm outside Sam, so leave the olives and make it a twist.”
This well-worn book traveled with me to waiting rooms and to the laundromat a few years back after my washing machine refused repair. I’ve made pencil sketches on many of the pages as i do when i make a book mine alone. I love David Whyte’s poetry and was happy to reacquaint myself with this book that has inspired many of my poems. His poetry is also for those who think they don’t understand poems.
This poetry book has long been on my shelf but not when it was new. They were my pre-poetry days. Reading her words after 48 years have passed is a treasure. Our country has progressed but not far enough. This is her personal story, not political by subject. I have long been a fan of her works.
- Pasta. I love pasta of any size, shape or color; hot or cold or room temperature in the middle of the night. Better than steak any day.
- For the birds that flock to my feeder early in the day. They continue my day with joy after an early morning walk.
- For my Kindle where I can read with a black background to ease the strain on my eyes.
- Silver Sneakers that sends me brief exercise routines that keep me from getting cranky at the computer by un-cranking my body throughout the day.
- For the wealth of knowledge that rests on my bookcases, an arm’s length away.
- For white vinegar as a cleaning agent so I don’t have to fill our waterways with poisons.
- For the family history that I find so fascinating. What ancestors I have!
- For the crossword puzzle in my local newspaper that keeps my brain reaching.
- Knowing that soon cooler weather will come, leaves will turn colorful and maybe we’ll have snow.
Room darkening drapes that keep the heat of summer outside where it belongs.