An Apology

I never like to fill my posts
with tales of woe. We all have those,
and most are worse than mine. It feels
like telling all of you to marvel
that weeds have sprouted in my garden
when your house, maybe, just burned down.

And yet, sometimes, some times like these,
I start to think I ought to say what’s kept
me silent more days than I speak.
So, here’s the problem: two weeks in
the hospital – no, no, not me,
my husband’s father’s sick. Today,
a gift: he hasn’t gotten worse.

And so, today, I write.

(Poetry 201: Write a poem containing a simile and the word “gift”; make an acrostic with the first letters of the lines, which I haven’t done.

But Dad really is hospitalized, and it’s difficult for everyone.)

Watching the battlefield

OldWavyGlassAntietamShielded from the world –
so strangely squiggly – we’re safe,
screened by solid glass.

(This is – at last – Day 5 of Five Photos, Five Stories. And at the same time, it’s Day 1 of Poetry 201; an alliterative haiku. Also, as asked, it has the word “screen” shoehorned within the syllables.

And, oh yes, about the title for the post: this photo was taken through the wavy old glass of a window that looks out over the site of the Battle of Antietam. On one bad day a bit over a century and a half ago, this wasn’t a screened, shielded, safe place at all.)


5 Steps to Becoming Very, Very Frustrated

UPSwamp(Plus 2 things to do next, and 5 steps to actually deal with the problem.)

1. Decide it’s time to clean things up.

2. Realize you’ve got a lot of old papers with information that could be useful for ID theft; get a shredder.

(Step one and step two can be done weeks or months ahead of time.)

3. Shred and shred and shred and shred until the shredder bag is full.

4. Take the bag out of the shredder.

5. Spill a small mountain of paper shreds out of the bottom of the bag. Realize the bag is torn wide open.


What to do next:

1. Stare at the ripped bag in horror. State at the pile of shredded paper in more horror. Stare at the bag – you know, the torn one with equally large holes top and bottom; that bag – some more.

2. Take yourself off to look at email and funny cat pictures for half an hour, until you cheer up and your sinuses recover from the dust of sixty-year-old paper.

And finally,

1. Come back and stuff the torn bag into another nice big bag.

2. Scoop handsfuls of shredded paper into the new bag until you can’t pick up any more.

3. Tie the bag shut and put it with the recycling.

4. Get a broom and a dust pan (because you already know a vacuum cleaner won’t do a good job picking up shredded paper; you’ve tried) and sweep up the rest of the mess.

5. Grumble as needed throughout this process.


(This is Day 4 of Five Photos, Five Stories – also, it’s part of the Hundred Day Cleanup.)

Surprises everywhere (5 Photos, 5 Stories – Day 3)

TrikeRearViewJust an ordinary day and an ordinary trip for groceries. And there it was.

TrikeLicensePlateThe state of New Jersey thinks it’s a motorcycle…

TrikeFrontView…but I say it’s a tricycle. Either that, or a Transformer.

Pilgrims (Five Photos, Five Stories – Day 2)

pilgrims03A short night in sleeping bags on the floors all over an unfamiliar building. A cloudy morning. They don’t care – they’re off to see the Pope!

(Pope Francis spent this past weekend in Philadelphia, just across the river. Saturday night, my church provided midnight cookies, sleeping bag space, and a pancake breakfast for about 150 pilgrims; I’m told the Lutherans put up about 75 more from the same group. Very nice people, very happy, mostly young – which was just as well, because they were going to hike about halfway across Philly to get to the Papal Mass that they were looking forward to.)

What I Will Not See Again

201505WisteriaNext spring, I will not see these flowers.

201505WisteriaBeeI won’t hear the roar of the bees as they race to drain every drop of nectar from the wisteria.

201505HouseWithWisteriaIt will bloom here, on my mother’s back porch, but I no longer have any business wandering behind the house to see it.

This is my first post for “Five Photos Five Stories” – with a thank you to Jo Bryant of Chronicles of Illusions.

The Rules are as follows..

Here are the rules for the “Five Photos Five Stories” challenge: “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge.
(Sporadic posting is alright if you’re unable to post each day.)

I’m going to modify the rules a little, though; instead of waiting to be nominated, if you’re intrigued by the idea or need a little push to get your blogging in motion, feel free to join in!


Wordless Wednesday, September 23, 2015