As far as Saturdays go, it was good, and for
someone as melancholy as I am, my good
might be your great. I got so much stuff
done that it called for two Advil and two
cups of homemade espresso by 4 o’clock.
Too bad I can’t say the same for the last few
days; I wasted time like I had all the time in
the world. It all started when my new read-
at-lunch book arrived. It is written so well!
I laughed and cried through the Prologue
and Chapter 1. Then I gasped thinking of
my book writing, which is like screeching
sounds on the black board of my soul that
never stop. Poetry, not so. Poetry for me
is like an echo of my mind, heart, and
soul. I ran outside to bring in the garbage
can. It is 106 degrees. Then, I made a
strong cup of hot tea while I emptied the
dishwasher. Wonderful cup of Irish
Breakfast with three sugars, half & half.
A delight to be sure to fix my three to
four slump. Not very hungry. Dinner will
be Cheerios. The other night I wanted
something of substance but not too big.
I reached for the bread basket on top of
the fridge. I didn’t want to start a brand
new loaf of bread. A lone bagel starred
at me. I gently squeezed it. Toasted it
would be okay. I toasted it to a little bit
on the burned side, the way I like it. Put
on some whipped cream cheese from
when the grand-kids were here. Then
it got good! I sliced four green olives
and placed them on the cream cheese.
I looked in the fridge for some protein.
Ah, small thin hard salami will do.
I laid out five slices on top of the olives,
then put on the top bagel slice. Nice
sandwich. That and some thermos
coffee and I was set. I read Chapter 2.
Not many things I read make me laugh
out loud. This book does that. What a
joy. Truly, it is a teenage romance that
I couldn’t pass up. I read a sample
on-line and hit the add-to-cart button.
“Love & Gelato” arrived on Friday.
Reading my Michener tomb is on hold.
Writing books is on hold. My life is on
hold. It doesn’t matter. That book is a
joy. At least I’ll laugh at lunchtime.
I must say that her book was not the
catalyst for this “life on hold” scenario.
It was a few days earlier when I was
thinking about what is ahead. I don’t
know. I remembered that someone
said that we don’t get to do everything.
I know that is true in my life. Until I
know something different, I’ll continue
doing what I’m doing, thankful for this
day of life. And dream about the days
ahead and what they might bring. That
tea hit the spot. Cereal with peaches
and blueberries are next. When I read
tomorrow, I’ll be lunching in Italy again.
Yeah for me while I wait for the blessings
coming my way! All is well.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)