Summer

All summer we sat at the table, side by side,
each of us grieving for what might have been
and for what could never be again.

The grief arose from different sources.
His was the grief of youth and mine of age.

It looked like we were wasting time,
playing computer games. They were the distraction
keeping madness at bay. 

What is said about that lonesome valley
isn’t always true. We were there together.

He’s going back to war.  I dread another grief
of what might have been or what
could never be again.

Published in: on February 12, 2007 at 2:09 pm Comments (1)

So, today was a better day

I didn’t pull a rabbit out of the hat today, but the odds were against me on that one anyway. I did, however, make friends with the rabbit warden and a few other folks at the farm, which is a fairly good trick in and of itself.

It was a long day. It started at 4:00 a.m. and involved over 350 miles of driving, followed by a couple of hours of intense office work. And you know what? I enjoyed the hell out of it. I realize that it has been far too long since I have been able to take such pleasure in my work. It was a little hard getting back in the saddle again, but a few more like this and I should be riding quite well.

Having 5+ hours in the car by myself wasn’t bad either. It was nice to have quiet time. It was also nice to have good cell phone reception so I didn’t feel isolated while I was doing it. I didn’t do much talking, but the silence feels more respectful when one is reachable.

The other upswing is that The Sick was apparently properly embarrassed by its public exposure. It backed way down today. It’s not gone completely, but I feel like a human being again.

The final bit of this day was a follow-up phone call from a friend. It was a real joy to talk with her two nights in a row. And I love the ringtone I’ve given her. Tickles me every time it goes off.

And so, to bed. That’s the very best part of a good day.

Published in: on January 31, 2007 at 10:04 pm Leave a Comment