Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Back Home

And I'm so glad.  It's good to leave and good to come home.  I know I'll feel the same when/if there's ever a grandbaby to stay with and care for.  Dorothy was right, "there's no place like home."  *click, click*  (no ruby slippers, just red fleece clogs with holey toes)  And I don't have to share my banana either.  Porter expects a share, and if one's good, more would certainly be better, all would be great, and MORE even better.  Lots of signs of Spring in the yard this morning: lilacs blooming, primroses too, blueberry flowers, and asparagus for supper.  Yum. Tonight after work I need to mow de lawn so that it doesn't get too long while we're gone this weekend.  We'll be in Lexington visiting DD & DIL2, you know, and we're going to Keeneland to bet on the ponies and we'll eat some barbecue and maybe do something else.  We'll definitely drive by Big Ass Fans and the JIF factory (choosy mothers choose JIF, I did and do).  Mmm, that neighborhood sure smells good with the smell of roasting peanuts wafting around.  I don't know what was up with the weather yesterday.  It was warmish in the morning and then the wind picked up, really picked up, and blew in cold, winter coat cold, and they were talking about snow showers overnight.  Snow showers.  That didn't happen, but still, it's past snow time, people.  And I heard from the AM talking heads that it was uber-hot in the northeast, like in the 90s.  What is going on?  All you people with lava rocks from Hawaii, put them back, send them back if you have to.  Everyone get your houses in order, I fear that this might be the lead-up to Armageddon.  Either that or I'm blaming sunspots.  Yeah, that's it, sunspots, solar wind, La Nina... I've got a million of them.  Oh, can't forget global climate change (global warming's out as a rallying cry--out).  Pay no attention to the woman behind the screen today, she's not herself (if she ever is or was or will be).  By the way, the alarm woke me at 6:30 today.  I did not vault out of bed at 6:00.  That's a good thing.

April 16--Diego Rodriguez de Silva Y Velazquez, Portrait of a Man.  I went with the NaPoWriMo prompt which was to write about the ocean, one of my favorite places on earth.

Heart beat of the ocean
just beyond hearing
surge of water
regular as pulse
blood-warm silk
salty as tears
cocoon me in your care
The funny thing about the NaPoWriMo prompt of the 16th was that it was the first one where she used a picture as a prompt.  I do that most of the time, have for years.  I'm hanging onto daily prompt writing by a thread and I think that without a picture I'd fall into the abyss.  Could be true, could be drama, but that's where I'm standing right now.  Off to dress for work so we can run away tomorrow night to see our girls.  See ya!  (d'you see me waving?)

1 comment:

Aunt B said...

Yes, I see you waving -- and with a big smile on your face. Have a WONDERFUL time with the girls. Wish I could have a whiff of those lilacs blooming in your yard. Miss those fragrant blossoms down here in the Port City. Drive careful. Love you. XXX