Happy Today. Have a fantabulous next seven days. I love you. I appreciate you.
Yes, I’m a little late. This past week has been, well, a week. A wonderful week, but still a week. I think I mentioned sometime past that I was taking a six-session workshop on Arthur Sze’s book, Into The Hush. The last session was Saturday 21 March. Then, because we did not have a great deal of time for generative writing during our sessions, on this past Saturday, the 28th, we had a session of generative writing, during which I got two good first drafts (poetry) written.
When that session finished, I signed out of zoom, made a dash to the kitchen for my leftover hamburger from the night before, signed into another zoom session for almost two hours of a No Kings Rally for people who couldn’t make it to a local rally, or for whatever reason couldn’t attend. Our local rally is always fun, but it’s two hours of standing, not walking/marching, and my knees have finally convinced me they are as old as my birth certificate declares. The zoom rally was interesting. I had no idea what to expect and thought they may show clips of live rallies throughout the country, but nope, they had speakers, and the theme was science and what a debacle Bobby’s kid has made of Public Health. Speakers included Nancy Pelosi, AOC, a congressman who is a trained physicist whose name I disremember, and several other people, all interesting.
By the time I “returned” from the rally, I’d been on zoom a tad more than 5 hours, my eyes hurt, my butt hurt, and poor neglected Mister Sammy Brave Dog was begging for some cuddle time. Trust me, getting horizontal on my bed, with a warm puppy dog next to me was just what the doctor ordered. And then I had to get ready for the third zoom of the day—my weekly poetry critique. By the time it was through, I’d spent somewhere between seven and eight hours stuck in a zoom room. I was tired of looking at a computer screen.
I had 2 hours of zoom scheduled for Sunday, an open mic, out of the LA area, where a group of us meet every Sunday to read two poems. We have become a family. We have virtually held and supported each other through breakups, deaths, dreams unfolding to great happiness, and even had sibling arguments and makeups.
I had errands and baking to do in the morning, and in the early afternoon, I made a couple of fun phone calls to two of my sisters of the heart. Those were a lot more fun and interesting than cleaning out my emails 😉 which I did after my last zoom of the day.
The days before, when I could have been working on this post, I was writing, and working on my poetry.
10 Books to Read After Project Hail Mary
Part of my morning routine, actually, daily routine, is to check the news, and look for short things on YouTube that aren’t depressing. I came across one this morning that was interesting. A 15-minute 10-book book review on books to read or listen to, after seeing/reading Project Hail Mary. I’ve already read some, and agree with her assessment of them and thought you might be interested in the list. To see the video, click here.
Podjo
Thomas named this crow Podjo, Spanish for old friend. He came to whatever patio Thomas and Sheryl were sitting on, or near if he saw them through the window, to wait for his peanuts. He got to the place where he would eat out of Thomas’s hand, and brought a great deal of joy to Thomas in his last months. When I took Sammy to visit with me, we had to keep him restrained when Thomas tossed the nuts out his door for Podjo. Sammy wasn’t interested in Podjo, he wanted the peanuts!
Be well, be safe, be happy!