October 24, 2012

It's dark out and I have to leave early for school.  It seems so odd to be going out into the dark, but it's the season of later dark.  I heard that same mocking bird, same run of songs this morning but only once.  Perhaps he was trying to go back to sleep . . .

A friend sent me a poem that she had written, and it was full of all the daily things I love to write about.  I asked her if I could send it in my morning note and she gave me her permission.  I've known her a long time and it is great to send out work by her.  She usually writes science fiction stories, and non-fiction books about space for children.  I'm glad she has not given up on poetry entirely!

Just Another Day of Another Year

by Marianne Dyson, or someone like her

It's just another day of another year

His mug on the table

Basket full of inside-out socks

a trail of grass clippings across the floor.

He can't hide anything from me

That popcorn smell lingers

Here's another bookclub book we didn't order.

Kids might like it

We both know they won't

We walk around the block

19 years, the same block.

The eyebrows say it all

So and so's grass is high again

Really should fix that driveway

Wouldn't you like a door like that?

We should at least paint ours

All those greasy hand-prints

Rather have a new car

What, to drive to the dollar movie?

Why not. It's only a dollar.

He hits every light on the way

The movie is okay

Kids think it's stupid

Everything is stupid.

But it was only a dollar.

Long line in the lady's room

He waits for me, hands in pockets.

Don't feel like cooking

Send out for pizza

Really shouldn't eat that stuff.

God is great. God is good.

Kid got an A on his spelling test.

Someone found a 2-headed turtle in the ditch.

We are not surprised.

These things happen.

It's just another day of another year

Let the cat out and come to bed.

For us it's the leaves that trail across the floor, and the one-sock phenomenon instead of inside-out.  And I often wonder what people walking past our house make of the sky blue door with white clouds.  After a trip downtown once, where I saw a lovely red door with a black vine painted on it, I came home and painted our door sky with clouds, and I have loved it ever since.   Our dollar movie theater closed a short while back, we will miss it, as we often didn't think to go to see a new movie until it had been out awhile and the only place it was still open was the dollar theater.   A litany of ordinary and some surprising things, that don't really surprise because . . . these things happen.  Another day of another year, and I have to leave and meet with twenty students wanting to learn a new skill, to make something creative!  Though dark, it's a good morning already!