I have a bruise on my scalp
That reminds me
That I am just a little taller
Than the bottom corner
Of your standard upper cabinet door.
I walked right into again today
And that wasn’t very fun.
If I would have been wearing
A giant marshmallow on my head
I would be fine right now.
I need to remember to do that
A little more often.
I wonder about other people.
It’s hard not to compare yourself around
And think that others might do things
A little differently
If for no other reason than
There are so may ways to get things done.
Let’s talk about laundry, for instance.
I think there are some people
Who do their laundry,
Grab it out of the dryer, or off the line,
And fold it.
Right then and there.
They don’t dilly dally
Because that’s just not something this type of person would do.
Well I am very happy for you if that is who you are.
But we’re not talking about you right now.
We are talking about the pilers.
Those who get several loads clean
The pile grows.
Does it grow on a table?
Does it grow on a bed?
Does it grow on the floor?
In a patchwork of baskets?
What is the number of days
Which the pile is allowed to grow
And be nurtured
And gently worked around
As it sits and relishes in the beautiful gift
That is freedom from a drawer.
What kind of shirt wants to be all folded up
And stuck away in a dark drawer until it can be worn?
Some shirts don’t even get that much attention.
So the next time you have some clean, dry laundry,
Lay it fluffily in a soft place with some soft music
And let it enjoy the finer things in life.
I don’t think it’s any secret
That I find comfort very valuable.
I have never liked ‘dressing up’ much
Or hanging out in garages
Or sitting on bleachers or pews
Or being in extreme temperatures
Or being in awkward conversations
Or being talked into annoying things
Or talking in front of people.
I prefer to feel nice and comfortable
In every way I possibly can.
I think though,
That at some point,
Letting go of a certain type of comfort
(maybe the comfort of blending in
and not really letting anyone know you
so you can avoid potential discomfort)
Might bring you to a place of newfound comfort
Being fully yourself,
The people who still like you
And appreciate you-
Know who you are,
And still like you and appreciate you
For truly being
I love a new year.
It’s like a brand new sketchbook
That hasn’t been tainted yet.
Anything can happen.
Anything at all.
I should be concerned about that comparison,
Because usually when I get a new sketch book,
I make a disaster of the first page
And end up ripping it out
Just so I don’t have to see it.
Maybe in 2020,
That was March.
At any rate,
I have some positive things to focus on this year.
Just making better use of my time
And my brain.
I am looking forward to looking forward.
I hope you are too.
Today it began to snow.
And it was beautiful
And everything you hope snow will be.
Then it began to rain.
Now there is an icy crust
On top of the snow.
And probably power lines
And definitely roads.
I will be driving
Like a very very old little granny tomorrow.
I have been drinking a lot more tea this year.
I’m not sure exactly why.
Because it’s healthier maybe?
Helps me consume more water?
To foster nostalgia?
I equate drinking tea somewhat with drawing.
There was a coffee shop
And we would go there just to be.
Some kids would smoke,
Because back then you could do that
In some of the coffee shops.
But most of us would sit
And drink coffee.
Perhaps because I drank coffee
At the other coffee shop in which I worked all day,
I turned to tea in the evenings
When I was away from my home base.
At any rate,
Ginger Peach & Cinnamon Plum.
Those were my two favorites.
They probably still are.
And I would sit and look around
And find someone to draw
Or someone would ask me to draw them.
I have a little book of those faces
From long ago
Sketched with my colored pencils.
I can smell the pencils,
The hot, fruity tea,
The stale cigarette smoke,
The vinyl vintage booths-
I can hear the mingling of people,
The bell on the door,
The clatter of mugs,
The hiss of the steam wand,
The slam of the register drawer,
Loud scooting of wooden chairs against the floor,
Ben Kweller singing in my head,
But probably Death Cab over the speakers.
That place holds many memories.
Mostly good ones, but a few sad too.
But the tea times
Were always good.
I’m not sure where the time goes,
Do people ask that still?
“Oh where does the time go?”
Well, let’s see
What if it went into a little receptacle
And when you needed an extra dose,
You would somehow summon the jar, or box,
Or what have you,
And simply draw out the amount you needed,
Then put it back neatly where you found it.
Does anyone put things neatly back where they found them?
That’s a question that people should ask more often,
I feel it demands an answer more than the time thing.
Time doesn’t really do anything.
It just sits there and leisurely enjoys being a concept,
Whereas things that get taken out
Still need to be put back
To the places from which they were removed.
That’s a bit more important.
Someone could trip and fall.
Three of my favorites:
1. A cold pillow
2. Very warm cozy blankets
3. A good snow.
I have lots of other things I like
And lots of other things I dislike
But these things are all relevant right now
I will entertain my fourth favorite
Which happens to be
I have so many thoughts
That it almost seems impossible.
Like they might leave
And I might never get them back.
But you know what?
Thoughts are kind of like sticks,
In the river.
You might throw one in there
And it might disappear for a while,
And it will either get pushed back to you-
And you’ll pick it up and go,
“Oh yeah! There you are!”
Or it might go downriver a little bit,
And go on a merry little adventure
(as sticks tend to do)
And show up for someone else.
THAT person can pick it up and say
“Well here is a great stick,
I will do something interesting with this.”
So you see,
If you don’t wind up using it,
Someone else will.
And that’s fine.
But if you like it a lot,
You may want to hang on to it.
That is that.
Today was the shortest day of the year.
Now that it’s out of the way,
We can look forward to adding a little more sunshine
Each and every day.
Christmas lights are nice
But snow and Christmas lights put together-
That is the best.
We haven’t had much of that.
Short winter days don’t do much,
Except make you feel like
You’re eating dinner at midnight
Instead of 6 o’clock
Or whatever normalish dinner type of hour
That it may actually be.
“Prepare yourselves for evening slumber!”
You call to your offspring.
Then you look at your timepiece and realize
That it’s only 4 o’clock post meridiem
And the night is yet young
And you may still have several small dinners to feed
And many things to clean.
These are how the short days go.