Spring brings joyous change.
Walks, open windows, tennis,
Gardens and sunshine.
Sadly, my darn allergies
make me only want my bed.
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In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I will write one poem per day.
Day 1: Tercet
Day 2: Haiku
Day 3: Acrostic
Day 4: -----
Day 5: Cinquain
Day 6: Tanka
Slowly coming to a close
People traveling near and far
Running errands or visiting beaches
Intermission of an unprecedented year
Naps at random
Gorging on nourishment and Netflix.
Better set an alarm
Return is approaching fast
Evading reality
Avoiding the inevitable
Keep on swimming, keep on swimming.
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In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I will write one poem per day.
Day 1: Tercet
Day 2: Haiku
Day 3: Acrostic
Smile. Disguise yourself.
Authenticity welcome,
If you think like us.
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In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I will write one poem per day.
Day 1: Tercet
Day 2: Haiku
Clean, fresh, folded it piles on the floor.
Reminding the kids to clean their rooms becomes daily chore.
Today, I guess, I will make my own pile no more.
In honor of April being National Poetry Month, I will write one poem per day.
Day 1: Tercet
Completing projects is something I have always struggled with throughout life. I am FANTASTIC at coming up with ideas and starting new projects. However, judging by the half organized book shelves, unattached hand rails on the stairs and box of paint supplies outside my son's bedroom door, I do a really bad job of following through to completion. Therefore, going into March with a goal to complete a daily Slice of Life was a very lofty goal.
Here are some of my ups and downs during the month of March:
In order to avoid taking time off work for doctor's appointments, I try to schedule as many as possible over my breaks. Currently, I am on Spring Break, so instead of sleeping in I woke up early for a morning appointment. I have never been to this specific office, and it's about 25 miles away. I wanted to make sure I left early enough in case I took a wrong turn or traffic was bad.
Let me back up and share that I bought a new Volkswagen Atlas last summer. However, I haven't really had a chance to drive my new ride. Even in a pre-Covid world, I hardly ever drive. I live directly across the street from where I teach, so my commute involves walking. Prior to the Atlas, I drove a van for six years and when I traded it in, it only had 42,000 miles on it (thanks to drives from Ohio to Florida). We even joked that I should just buy a golf cart instead of an SUV.
While on my drive to my appointment this morning, it occurred to me how much I love driving the Atlas. I've never loved driving a car before. I've enjoyed the convenience (side note: why is convenience so hard for me to remember how to spell?) of previous vehicles, but nothing has ever stood out about the feel of driving one. This morning I could feel the wheels on the pavement as I zipped down the freeway. I really noticed the true feel of driving the Atlas when on exit ramps. It handles turns with such ease. I used to laugh when I would hear people say that about their car, but I completely understand how that statement now feels.
I arrived at my appointment with plenty of time to spare. I put on my mask and happily headed up the elevator to meet my new spine doctor.
"I'm sorry ma'am. Your appointment was rescheduled for next Tuesday at 9am. Didn't someone call you to let you know?" the receptionist hesitantly asked.
"Ummm...nope," I semi-kindly replied while being thankful the innocent receptionist couldn't see all of my facial expressions behind my mask.
While I left very disappointed that I wasn't able to get neck injections this morning, I was happy that at least I enjoy driving my car.
