Do I need to be awake?
No.
Am I?
Yes.
To see nature’s glory?
No.
The cats got me up.
But I am glad to see the colours given to the sky.
Do I need to be awake?
No.
Am I?
Yes.
To see nature’s glory?
No.
The cats got me up.
But I am glad to see the colours given to the sky.
You jump out of bed
eager to take on the world.
Or the tasks that lie ahead of you.
Other days
you want to throw
the alarm clock
out the window.
Every time I need to read something
I have to take off my glasses.
Yet in order to read the street signs
I need them on.
Laser surgery is out of the question.
So new glasses?
Or simply accept the fact that aging
is not always fun.
I switch back and forth
between confident
and uncertain.
Did I do this really important task
or will I find out
at the end of the month
that I did forget to do it.
So now
I do the only thing I can do.
Choose between call
and ask
or simply ignore it
and hope
the consequences
aren’t horrible.
My thoughts frustrate me.
Always negative reviews.
How could I do that!
You are the worst!
You should be more like them.
Accusing me of being a bad person.
When will I learn that I’m not perfect.
So are everyone else.
Comparing myself to them is useless.
Since they do the same
Why not just believe in what I do
And know I can trust myself to do the right thing.
Even if someone else thinks it is wrong.
Time flies away
When you realize
What tasks were still undone.
Then you rush to get one done.
The most important one.
The one that gives you joy.
Happy thoughts.
Time to find the well deserved rest.
In the morning
before anyone else is awake.
Except the cats
I get to draw
and muse about life.
Sometimes I knit
if the weather is nice.
Outside
so I can watch the cats play.
Otherwise
I sit inside
and enjoy
my quiet time.
Juggling schedules.
Working with the changing weather.
More chocolate cravings.
Pumpkin spiced with nutmeg pies!
Other things spiced with nutmeg.
Food for the soul.
Hearty and delicious.
See the pumpkins begin to glow.
The leaves falling.
Resting in the gold and reds
before the snow begins to fall.
“Sick” is the excuse she uses.
Can I truly believe her?
Even though I have important things to do
They are all put aside to deal with my “sick” child.
Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.
Or maybe I will be “sick” too.
Confusion always reigns
in this household.
Why was that chore not done?
Who’s turn is it to do the dishes?
Am I the only one dong the errands?
Now with the political chaos
things are even more befuddled.
Sigh.