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30×30 – Day 16 – after the math

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I’ve Got Seven Lines Before I Lose It

I fell in love with you on the Esplanade when I was just 19,
you, with your cow paths and waterways for streets,
your elegant Back Bay constructed over landfill,
your triple deckers, three up, three down- houses you can not find anywhere else.

And though, we see each other so rarely these days-
I am never more at home then when I get the first glimpse of your Pru as I pass through the AB Tolls.
Dear City of Neighborhoods, My heart is built out of the apartments I have dwelled in, and it’s belonged to you since I was 19.

30×30- Day Three -Out of Luck

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Out of luck and out of time
she wondered what it meant to get old.
She had spent forty-eight of her sixty-six years
working harder than one should have to
to get by.
Marriage ended early when all she wanted to be
was a wife
She had been waitressing at this diner,
since she was eighteen years old
and luck was just something people
talked about in movies-
Or when the jackpot of the
powerball was getting high enough to send everyone into a tizzy
Luck was not something she was out of –
it couldn’t be, when it had never gotten to her yet.

She spent her days elbow deep in  other people’s meals
leftovers pushed into the trash
her commerce was a smile
and have a good day darlin’-
The only thing she had to sell was good will.

Thing was
she wouldn’t have it any other way –
the lucky are just waiting, she believed,
for the next best thing – she was
glad to know what was coming next.

Days starts with an alarm clock and
a cat hungry for its next meal
an email sent to her sister in Arizona,
set up in some new retirement community-
a text message to her grandson in college at
the nearby state school.

Her bones, feel harder these days,
Her frame carries less pounds than it should,
her customers always ask how she stays so thin,
how she avoids the pie.

She worked doubles  four days a week
had three days off.
Her extended family grew and shrank with the seasons
kids coming and  going for the busy months,
they used to call her ma,
the were starting to call her gram now.

Nightimes are quiet, books
and tv shows,
characters filled in for absent lovers
she didn’t mind-
that there was no one there to fill her evening –
Her first husband hadn’t been around much,
her second couldn’t let her go with out a
well placed bruise.

She hadn’t missed a day of work in ten years,
scheduled her time off in the slow months,
traveled to see her grand-babies.
She figured, she would die like this –
They would know she was gone when
she didn’t show up for her shift.

She didn’t have luck to run out of,
it was just something that hadn’t showed up yet.

On the Couch

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Stuck – softness of oversized pillows –
stained with six years of children taking over the house
Saturday, and the only thing
I am enjoying about the sun outside,
is the heat eeeking through the window.
I must move.
Move,
pace to be found in the way I used to run
Run, track under my feet
dirt under my cleats
sweat just beginning on my brow.

Eighteen years later, and the only vestige left of
My runner self is the shin splints I get when
I spend too much time shopping-
There is nothing easy about inspiration for movement-
I am no Nike commercial,
There is no Just Do It in me.

Instead there is a quiet want of a better me
of a need to be strong
and not just in some, you’re so tough
you always make it through,
type way,
but instead, in a,
you can leap tall buildings,
you can lift cars
you can be something that looks like some conception
of a super hero, front cover
of triathlon magazine.

And it’s not even that I want to win,
just finish,
get off the couch,
find myself  stronger
catch up to that earlier vestige of myself.

Top (insert number here) things to do instead of finish a project

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  1. Find a new cookie recipe for later this week.
  2. Work on a new lesson plans for September.
  3. Organize my queue on Netflix
  4. Think about the next thing I want to put in jars.
  5. Look at Warren Wilson’s website.
  6. Organize my haiku’s for the haiku head to do at the word x word festival next week
  7. Wonder if I should invited people to see me compete in the Haiku head to head.
  8. Figure that blogging about that instead of asking people, is the single most passive aggressive thing I’ve done all week.
  9. Organize my fantasy football league.
  10. See if any one wants to go to Shakespeare this weekend
  11. Re-post my ad for a school-year babysitter
  12. Wonder if the waterfalls in the area are low or high about this time of summer
  13. Think if I go to the Bookmill, can I wander away without spending any money on books.
  14. Worry about Kai in kindergarten.
  15. Scream for the third time in two days when the mouse scurries by my toes
  16. Get concerned about what it says about me that not only, will I scream about a mouse, but I will also tell the internet about my proclivity towards wussdom.

Accountability

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So I made a summer to-do list – and I’ve been working on it. And ten days in, I feel like I’m doing pretty good. I also know, that with this summer game, it is entirely too easy to fall off course, so for only my own edification, I’m going to spend one day a week going over the shite I have planned.

Summer To-Do
last update – June 22nd

  • Write every day.  Then blog it.Done. Done. Done. 
  • Get exercise three days a week. Eh. Once – Hiking – hiking a whole bunch of miles, but still – need to be more regular about this. This week I am committing to take at least one yoga class, and go for at least one walk. Read the rest of this entry