And life goes on…

Life with two new puppies has been hectic. In the midst of the potty training, we also are dealing with the on-going downsizing efforts, ripping out the carpeting, stripping extraneous books from the shelves, trying to find a new home for the piano, cornet and trumpet, and coping with the hospitalization, this week, of a parent.

In addition, I have been trying to rework my mother’s computer to accommodate her failing eyesight and come up with a way to simplify the interface. Just got Win 10 installed and am now trying to reorganize the START page so that the tiles she needs to use are at the top of the page (and nothing else!) I am so happy that there are family members in the home town to help them with daily and weekly chores.

With ongoing health issues (contact, respiratory and food allergies; low blood oxygen levels; MCS/fragrance sensitivities, &c.), I have had to give up on handling more than one “event” a day. Yesterday, a visit to the hospital, today the appointments with the veterinary for the dogs. Computer installation and visit with Mother, keeping track of Father’s treatment plan (as communications center) in hospital, tending to the dogs and trying to fit in naps and self-cares here at home. The house training of the dogs has left me with chapped, bleeding areas on my hands, which has kept dish-washing to a bare minimum. I do so miss the woman who previously (before her death several years ago) came in to help with the housework.

Last night, after we’d gotten the dogs into kennels for naps, we went out to eat and blew the remainder of our “entertainment” cash card for the pay period. It was worth it. And I brought home a left-overs box of food to heat for today’s breakfast.

I have not remembered for many days to take the camera with me when I go out-of-doors. (This morning, it was/is raining, which made collecting samples for the vet visit lots of fun.) (I do so need emoticons for my blog posts!)

Not enough spoons [Spoon Theory, by Christine Miserandino].

Going back to sleep, now, if I can manage it.

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It’s one o’clock

 

It’s one o’clock! It’s
time to trade in background noise
for soft, soothing sounds.

“Midnight Rainshowers”
fall about my ears instead
of air-cleaner breeze.

Puppy snores now reign.
TV’s shut down and the clock
lacks new batteries.

And, joy, book apps
provide me with no swoosh of
page or paper cuts.

Peace has descended
on our busy home. No eyes
watch me raid the fridge.

Good night!

Lizl, enjoying one last helping of mixed, sliced melons and just a few more grapes

Copyright © 2016-02-19, by Lizl Bennefeld.
All rights reserved.

ETA: This was the last time that Samantha got up to share my midnight snack (a piece of watermelon. By 4:00 in the afternoon, she was going into septic shock. We got her to the vet’s a few hours later, where she was put to sleep. I still can’t quit crying. —Lizl, 10 a.m., 2016-02-25.

Tonight’s TV Lineup

We are limited to the antenna selections:

The Voice, Chicago Fire, and Chicago Med

That makes “The Voice” Catherine O’Leary’s cow?

NCIS, NCIS: New Orleans, and Victoria’s secret fashion show

With all those special agents headed for New Orleans at once, Victoria’s show isn’t going to be secret for long.

And on ABC?

I don’t even want to think about the Muppets disembarking to assist Shield’s agents in getting a hydra into the shark tank. Surely there are easier ways to feed a shark.

Not awake

I seem to have taken a very long nap. How did it get to be Wednesday already? We bought all sorts of good things at the grocery and butcher’s shop, early in the evening. I cooked and ate a bleu-cheese burger. Didn’t think of the potato salad or, a special treat, the crab salad. Didn’t think of the chocolate pudding, which I haven’t eaten for what seems like ages. Just . . . very tired. I did take some photographs, and was going to do up a couple special for this blog. that may still happen.

Also, I did write my poem, yesterday, for the Poetry 101 Rehab challenge on Quilted Poetry.

Continue reading “Not awake”

Old Poem: Traveling the Artist’s Way

Mucking through the archives, again. Long ago and far away, I facilitated an online group going through The Artist’s Way.

Traveling “The Artist’s Way” (1996)
by Elizabeth Bennefeld

Does The Artist’s Way grow dreary?
Does its pavement hurt your feet?
Then turn onto uncommon paths
to see whom you might meet.

The frog sits on his lily pad,
a mousey in her hole,
and butterflies are drawing on
the sky which is their scroll.

Come, settle in and stay awhile
beneath this spreading tree,
and ponder all you’ve gained as you
have struggled to be free.

And if a fearsome monster rears
its head and threatens you,
just bash it with your “morning” book.
That’s all you have to do!

Copyright © October 1996, by Elizabeth W. Bennefeld.

Note: The Artist’s Way, by Julia Cameron, is a popular “12-step recovery program” for creative people.

O Hidden Drawer

“O Hidden Drawer”

Secrets tucked away against tomorrows,
Life that’s not yet realized. Keeper of Mysteries,
You hold a cache of tokens that reflect
A different me, a stranger to close friends.

Three flash memory sticks that contain
Passwords for devices and accounts
I no longer own or which have sat in a closet,
Broken, for months or years or decades.

Keys are in the drawer. Relatives’ keys
To safe deposit boxes–I don’t know where–
Left to me for their safekeeping.
When they’re dead, I’ll throw away the keys.

Short-term hope! My husband bought
A raffle ticket for me, in case I should like
Another chance for him to win a prize
Without himself appearing spendthrifty.

And last: one extended bolt release, three thumb tacks,
And an old gift card with an expiration date
That makes it useful into the next decade,
Should I have to get out of town in a hurry.

“O Hidden Drawer”, Lizl Bennefeld, 2015-02-26

Written for day 8 of Writing 201: Poetry