Words and Pieces

This is my life in a shoe… This past week  I have been walking around with a foreign object in my left shoe.  I know, I know, you are asking yourselves “why not take it out silly woman?”.  It's kind of like my life...somedays I feel the problem and other days it's gone and all seems good only for it to pop up again at the most awkward moments when I don't have time to stop and fix it!  But really you wonder if I must have some inherent need to pain myself unnecessarily?  I am a woman after all, we do have a tendency to put up with things rather than help ourselves!  The object could be my fear of being seen as something I’m not?  Or better yet, maybe I just feel like I deserve it for a bug I killed at some point in my life??  It could have to do with this lazy quality I have at times which means I don’t feel like making any effort whatsoever.  Maybe the object is simply me being lazy?!  Too much effort to remove a shoe dagnabit!  But on the other hand I’ve kinda beco

For Lovey Love from the outside EL-OH-VEE-EEE It's a smile, a touch and vows spoken over rings. Love from the inside is hearts, butterflies, fingers entwined bodies side by side through good and bad colds, headaches... I can breathe again! Love is standards... family get togethers, Sunday morning laziness, discussions over food, giggles in bed, "we are out of toilet paper, get some please." Love is figurative... humble pie, simmering spices, and whipped cream on top! Love is pins and needles, walking on eggshells, a balancing act... Two humans on a high wire attention to the center of the ring! A plunge into the net! Someone there to help you back to solid ground and cheers as you raise your hands in glory. Take a bow together, Teamwork! Victories and losses silence...laughter...strong words and much patience. Have a good day.  Tell me what's wrong! The complaint department is open, it&#

My friends and I put on an art show once or twice a year in a car garage located in a long alleyway of garages that stretches the length of one full block, from Coles Street to Jersey Avenue in Jersey City.  It's not the ideal place for an art exhibit but over the last 10 plus years we have made it work.  The days of the exhibits we hang up signs on the side walls of the buildings at each end of the alley to direct people our way.  We have never had an issue so I was caught by surprise this past weekend when a man came walking towards us in a huff saying "no, no, what are you doing?" to which I replied "we are having an art show today".  Honestly my immediate response was to be irritated because we'd been doing this for years and then the man says angrily "you never take them down" which made me a little more irritated because I know we always take our signs down.  So I had just a few seconds to put thought into it and said in a calm sort of way

This morning on my way to the train I was so very much in my head and became slightly annoyed because a couple was walking a bit too slow in front of me. See, it’s a NYC thing that I’ve unfortunately developed, walking fast and being unhappy when people are not walking at the same pace. We are all walking past a construction site and I make my move to go around them, then the woman lifts her arm, points and says loudly to her man friend “Look at the Hoe!” I thought it was amusing that she was excited by the site of a backhoe on a construction site so as I walked to their left I exclaimed “Who you calling a Ho?!” We all looked at one another and laughed a really good laugh. They were good sports, we had a moment, and I felt a tinge of guilt for faulting them for their slow walking. You never know how cool people really are until you give them a chance!

  This poem is dated September 3, 2015 in my journal and is about the making of lists.  I know, I know, it doesn't seem that exciting of a subject, does it?  It's one of those things in my life that is helpful but sometimes I wonder if it is just a waste of time?  Writing a list is easy enough but the hard part, for me, at least, is remembering I wrote the dang list or finding the list after I put it aside!  Thank goodness for the "notes" app on the iphone because I can make lists there when there is no paper!  I still tend towards the hand written lists and even though I've gotten better at putting them in places where they are easily found, some still fall into that void of doom where the single missing socks and earring backs disappear to...never to be seen again! Lists I make lists to try and remember  where my mind has been, lists to remember where my mind is suppose to go, and lists to remember that I wrote a list!