“Did we make these pancakes this morning?” my son asked a bit ago, at the table of my sister in the Midwest, far from where he woke — an hour earlier than usual — this morning.
It’s been a long day, filled with travel, seeing people we rarely see, and stressing over lost items, namely my wallet.
I’m skipping Apples to Apples to write this post, and I can’t get into my Yahoo email to load any photos from my phone because apparently I’ve forgotten my password. What is next? This from a woman who finally, after months of brain fog, has just started to feel like she’s not actually losing her mind.
The miracle of multiple email addresses and smartphones that forward photos, the challenge of not knowing how to size photos on someone else’s computer. Will I regret not bringing mine? After the lost wallet, this feels safer!
under grand leaps
But pace alone
does not prove wisdom
for falls can come
also from ambivalence
After casting aside my poetry hat for far too long, my NaBloPoMo plan is to write a poem — and to take and post a photo — every day in November, spending less than half an hour on both. The hope is to drill down, to focus, to look for and create beauty.
Day 1: Eleven One
Day 2: Shoreline
Day 3: Damage
Day 4: On Parenting and Sunrises
Day 5: When will we?
Day 6: Voting Line
Day 7: What I want my children to learn from me
Day 8: Haiku
Day 9: Reminders
Day 10: Routine
Day 11: Lux Esto, in moderation
Day 12: Family Photo Shoot at (nearly) 4o
Day 13: Siblings
Day 14: Point of View
Day 15: Background
Day 15: Greener Grass
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