Mainely Write

Last night before going to sleep, I grabbed my iPhone from off the bedside stand and began to write frantically. I was remembering things and people from my childhood, and I didn't want to lose them. So I wrote notes in Notepad in the dark with only my iPhone's screen for illumination. As soon as I was done writing about one person or event I'd think of another and would have to write some notes about that one, too.  The print was small, and it was dark, so I couldn't read it back to check it.  I was so pleased with myself when I finally shut down Notepad and closed my eyes. I haven't looked at it in the light of day... hope I can read it!  It was funny how suddenly so many remembrances came to mind.  I've been bemoaning the fact that my brain hasn't retained many memories, but I'm finding that as I start writing stuff down, even insignificant stuff, more comes to the surface. It was like a little snow flurry last night in my brain.  It was somewhat li

Haystack Reappears I am trying my hardest NOT to write poetry today, but it is so difficult for me somehow. It seems my brain wants some structure to follow or try to conform to in my writing lately.  I'm not going to succumb to the poet's voice inside. I want to just write like plain old sentences. I awoke too early.  The sun is up early here owing to our more easterly location in Maine. There was too much light filtering in through the bedroom blinds nudging me. The other problem that wouldn't necessarily come to mind until you try to sleep in a peaceful little farming town with one main road is, if you live on that main road, the farm trucks, 18-wheelers and log haulers must go by your house.  With our windows open, the trucks rumbled past the foot of our bed. This was a bit harsher nudge. So we got up early...5:14 AM ...turned on our computers for awhile before breakfast, and then went exploring in the car. The first half of the day was spent riding around the co

Ah, the quiet, the long views, the setting sun.  We arrived in time to see the sunset and have the cooler night breezes beginning.  I never tire of Aroostook County.  So here's an Etheree for last night...remember an Etheree is 1 to 10 syllables increasing for each line. Tree Shadow As sun sets Flowing growing Cool shady fingers Stretching, reaching warm ground The sun probes leafy branches Piercing through to the dark green side One last bright spot before sun’s rays slip Below to grace someone’s morning coffee

Good-bye!     I break the tie        It's time to fly           Who am I? I was a kid I ran I fell I got up I danced I went to school I baked purple muffins I pretended my bike was a horse I learned anything that caught my fancy I realized that people were watching me pretend I loved the ocean and collected rocks and shells I taught my dog to jump through a hula hoop I was a singer of folk songs and hymns I learned the names of butterflies I was a dancer en pointe I was a guitar player  I was a gymnast I grew up I married I was a college student I was a mobile home dweller I was on a farm far away from my ocean I was a writer of stories and poems I was a rider of Arabian horses I was a terrible piano player I was a gardener I was an artist I became a mother I hid presents I was a bread baker I watched soccer games I tucked little ones in bed I made Christmas tree cookies I made animal shaped pancakes  I read The Tawny Scrawny Lion 200 times I ran behind weaving two-wheel

Saturday is Dump Date Day. First the dump, then breakfast out somewhere, then anything else that strikes our fancy. I'm hanging out at Starbucks with my husband and our iPads presently. It's my second day of retirement. Another couple was at the table beside ours with their iPad. They were our age and began doing a FaceTime with their daughter in DC who was just starting breakfast with their granddaughter who will be a year old on August 11. We chatted about our situations and how great it was to be able to see the grandchildren and how they'd seen her first steps quite by accident just then! How remarkable and wonderful! I'm so anticipating being able to keep tabs on our grandchild's life from too far a distance. I fixed my dog's leash this morning... A sure sign that I'm retired! That's been bugging me for some time. I've looked into buying a new leash but couldn't find the right one. The retractible leash was fraying about 18 inches fr