Time To Get Away

A mothers heart beats normally when she knows her child is safe...

I am going to be with my son for two weeks beginning Tuesday. My son has told me he is crazy about Andi, and that he is serious about continuing his education, but with her in Korea. She will teach, and her pay will support them, along with his own money. I am sure I will send care packages for them, along with her family. I am looking forward to meeting her parents, and spending Christmas with them.

For the first time in ten years I am looking forward to the holidays. Andi, his girlfriend and I have talked about decorating, baking, and other things while I am there. I enjoyed his girlfriend Lindy with some of these things, but they have not been together in three or more years, and did not get along at all.Their fighting was too much at times...

I am glad he is happy and pursuing his dreams with someone that shares his passions...

There will be lots of writing going on while I am gone, as he works his regular butchers job...I just will not have internet, unless I go to the coffee shop. I am sure I will walk, unless they have snow storms, which I will be stuck in his apartment while he is working. However I will be writing, because I am sure my feelings are going to inspire so much...

For Mrs. C...

I was really playing with this one last night. I Cannot sleep due to annoying coughing, so I have written four new poems...spun from memory and coconut discussions from Mrs. C.!  I was playing with several versions of this, but wanted to see what you all think. Based on a form Debbie used, that other writers made suggestion on, I felt a mirrored imagery might work here...

Mrs. C., her flaky white hat memory poem will come soon...

Diabetical Tale

Important phenomenon defines itself
portent phenomenon pours itself
into aluminum and glass mixing bowls
creaming, eggs, sugar, flour and vanilla
as beaters scraped the sides
tap tap tap TAAAP!
metal on metal entrancing
all young eyes up and down
drawn in, laughter on soft peaks
into crusts, oil and floured pans
gently and quietly shoved into the oven
held houses constructed of cake and bread
cake and bread hold houses together
small hands lured by smells sweetness
pulled to lips, smiles give way
roller coaster youth ride of cakes, cookies and pies
blood sugar rising
‘to be fat or lean’ on a good witches watch
hesitate before cookbooks
and old wounds needing to be feed
remember what is remembered what is wanted
altered judgment on perilous spun sugar trails
happy ever after requires a road of diet, exercise, and restraint
diet, exercise and restraint can co-create a happy after taste


In the last version I left the sentences in italic doubled, but then decided to re-write them in a different way...

Funny, but while searching for imagery I read, a 3D movie is being created based on the Hansel & Gretel story...not sure what monstrous imagery they will use for this film...or is Tim Burton part of this project...will Johnny Depp play the witch...

Not So Poetic This Week

I will be staying off the computer this week- not feeling so poetic... I was treated at the hospital for my asthma attack, which got worse, and does with upper respiratory and bronchitis onslaught. The aftermath of steroid's pumped via IV will now ensue...

Hubby thought it was funny to take this photo of my styling with my scarf and hat...the red cheeks are kind of Christmas'y!

Happy Holidays!

All News Is Good News

Hmmm, where do I start?

I have not slept in three days, well, off and on...

My son is moving to Korea to go to school (fingers crossed), live with his new girlfriend, who is also a teacher- my baby will live further away... I believe this will be a good lesson for him in the long run.

I have been sick two weeks in a row, this time I have an upper respiratory infection- thanks to my husband, who is bringing germs home from work, and it did not help Thanksgiving his sister came for dinner and was sick- If your sick stay home! or away from me...oh Farmlady I can so relate now to how you felt recently in a post, only no candy bars off to the side to console me...

I have lost more weight, and Brian, my trainer is pushing for ten more pounds by Christmas...worried me a bit, since I thought he may have felt I was lagging, but he says he really sees my body shape getting smaller and wants to encourage me to get over another hurdle and into another smaller size.

The past three months I have been consulting with a start-up gourmet food company, and they called this week to ask me to head up production in their kitchen. I will begin part-time and see how things go. I am up for this, and feel it will jet me into my healthy attitude. Exercise and my writing has become a focus, so if this does not work out- I will not be defeated.

I feel like Rocky on the steps, except I am coughing all the way up with my asthma meds in each hand...but smiling...

Farmlady, I do have two containers of old fashion cherry and lemon drops to help sooth that irritating cough at the end of the road...