Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Swing...

Photo titled "Blue Swings in Spain" from Wikimedia at http://wikimediacommons.org/wiki/Category:Swings/
Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution Share-Alike 2.1 Spain License.
Taken March, 2005
Poem by E.

Whether from the playground or school yard,


Back yard or favourite tree,


Swinging was pure ecstasy...


Higher and faster, laughing with glee,


Pumping legs aching as we ascended,


Then downward, the arc did come


Before lifting us anew.


Freedom, flying,


The sun in our eyes,


Fingers and palms sweaty against chainlink or rope,


As wider and harder we swung,


The world below and around,


Merely a blurry background.




Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Crazy Eights...

This refers not to a card game, but a neme. I rarely bother with these, but this one is rife with possibilities:

Eight Things I'm Looking Forward To:
-Figuring out the ten grand I need for my chair and getting it done! (Yes, I did say ten grand!)
Getting some extra:
-Play and Personal Time!
-A trip to the beach...
-A new read...Books are like chocolates, sex and massage--I crave them and rarely stop with just one...
-Desperately needed sleep...
-A call from a long-time friend...
-Telling a new acquaintance how good the recipe she had on her blog was and how it saved an otherwise unremarkable evening...
-Finishing a professional project and putting it on my CV...

Eight Things I Did Yesterday:
-E-mailed my brains out...
-Had Insomnia and calmed a yowling cat...
-Meditation outside...
-Reviewed Hebrew lesson...
-Located a lost book...
-Research for a project...
-Listened to some really cool, new-to-me music...
-Gave an ear to someone in need...

Eight Things I Wish I Could Do:
-Pack a bag on the spur of the moment and travel back to the tropical rain forest...
-Write and publish again...
-Use my Spanish more often...
-Visit National Parks...
-Stroll outside and take photos...
-Be more adventurous...
-Remove idiots from office...
-Fall in love...

Eight Favourite Television Shows:
-Blue Murder (British Series)
-Nature (PBS Series)
-Nova (Science Series)
-Mystery (especially the old episodes with Vincent Price or Diana Rigg)
-Masterpiece Theatre (PBS Series)
-Six Feet Under (Darkly comedic and quirky)
-Indie and documentaries from Netflix
-The Librarian

Eight Favourite Foods:
-Fresh, crisp salad
-Eggplant
-All other veggies except Brussels Sprouts
-Blueberries
-Mangoes
-Papaya
-Chocolate
-Matzo with PB&J

Eight Places I Would Love To Travel:
-Across the E.U. via train...living somewhere there indefinitely...
-Across the U.S. via train...
-Northern California...
-Machu Pichu
-Panama
-Along Route 66...
-The Everglades...
-The Canadian Rockies...

Of these, the television programs were a stretch because I watch rarely, preferring to listen to music, read or write as I have the time. I no longer have telly, thanks to the digital transfer and it suits me to watch Netflix selections or the occasional Hulu.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Marking Time...


This week's Theme Thursday leads to an interesting phenomenon, the marking of time. Humans have watches, clocks, timepieces and even calendars denoting hours, minutes, days and months that frame the events and even the people of significance in our lives.


I, for example, possess several watches. One is a registered Omega bearing the time that my mother removed it shortly before her death. Another belongs to my dearly missed granddad. Well-worn but still ticking away, it occupies a special place in my heart and home. Yet a third rested on the wrist of my dad nearly every day of his time with my mother and me. I have memories of his wrist, the pale outline marked the infrequent absences of that watch visible in the waves at the beach, stark in contrast to his waders, or marking the end of a tan earned while building and baiting crab traps, or collecting sea shells.


The beautiful floor-to-ceiling clock that graced the more formal portion of my parents home, chiming in holidays, punctuating the eeriness of my mother's return to their home a widow following what was supposed to have been a second honeymoon, and lending its steady beat beneath many a roiling argument, now sits a silent sentinel in my small apartment, two changes of house stilling its once faithful rhythm. Its face is pictured above.
Perhaps I can restore its timbre...