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Odds and Ends No. 71


The cold I thought went away
returned taking my appetite,
taste buds, and my head

prisoner. That made it coffee
for her and hot sweet milky
tea for me first thing.

All I could manage was
tasteless toast and a piece
of rubber cheese.

I foolishly dressed for an
outside chore but it seemed
highly unlikely to get done.

When you live with the only
person you text, I knew the
ding was significant.

My electrical repair guy
rescheduled. His text was the
highlight of my morning.

I changed into sweat pants.
Kept the warm pullover and
black Lilly T-shirt from two

thousand and four. Traded
my steel toe work shoes for
flip-flops. Felt better in my

standard winter uniform of the
day for writing, light cooking,
Netflix, or anything else that

may come along. Now that our
house is slowly becoming a
sweet home after about two

months of repairs and chores,
the mandatory repair list is
shrinking while the someday

and wish lists are growing.
Now I have the time to continue
working on my Vietnam book

instead of dealing with crazy
emergency plumbing, roof, or
rodent issues. Only three more

chapters to edit and add photos.
I am so close to publishing I can
taste it!  How sweet it is to write

again! Poetry and book thoughts
seem to bounce around in my
head day and night, sweetly so.

And, I’m pleasantly surprised by
Louisiana. I mean, I like the
weather here and small town

living more than I thought I
would. Rain and wind are the
norm. When the sun does

appear, it is a special treat.
So are friendly neighbors.
They actually say hello and

talk. I think it is beautiful.
It suits me. It seems that my
melancholy self fits right in.

I think I’m home.

 

 

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alslaff

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.)

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