On Monday, I didn’t wake up until almost eight o’clock, which is quite late for me, lately. Sam and I didn’t get out into the gardens until almost eight-thirty. For breakfast, near as I can remember, I had a couple ounces of mozzarella cheese and a large mug of Toddy coffee, made with half-and-half and homemade coffee concentrate. Lunch also was skimpy: deli turkey meat and a slice of Swiss cheese on millet-and-chia bread, a handful of Al’s potato chips, and half a cup of cranberry juice diluted with half a cup of filtered water.
My chores for today were to wash dishes, mail a payment, and email a poetry submission. I emailed two poems, washed half a dozen dishes and cups, and never got around to the mail. Nor was any delivered to our house. I spent the afternoon working with my photographs, until Al came home and we decided to take advantage of the $5.99 burger special (every Monday at Applebee’s). It was quite good. About an hour ago, I felt hungry, and so I heated a can of tamales. I do love tamales.
Here are a few of the photographs from Sunday and Monday that I’ve worked on.
This is my favorite:
As I prepare to drift off to sleep, I realize that I forgot to write a poem to the Poetry 101 Rehab prompt for this week: Found. I believe that I should found some sort of sanctuary or social movement, rather than finding anything. Or possibly found butter, i.e., melt it and pour it into a mold. Be paid $30 a week and found for doing odd jobs for an older couple down the street.
Now, will I be able to sleep, or will I write a poem?