Clocks and Sounds

Who needs an alarm clock
When you’ve got a dog?
They are used to a routine through the week,
So the fact that it’s a weekend morning at 6 am
Makes absolutely no difference to them.
They will wake you up when you normally rise,
And go outside,
And you might wake up
(if you went to bed at a sensible hour)
Feeling rather refreshed and ready to face the new day
Instead of wanting to force yourself back to sleep
For no other reason other than
“It’s The Weekend.”
When I was about 11 or so,
I had one of those vintage alarm clocks
With the little flippy tiles,
You know, like the one in Groundhog Day –
I liked the soft click it made each time a new number rolled over.
I don’t think they manufacture those much anymore
Probably because of the clicking
Or maybe because the tiles would sometimes stick
And then obviously the time wouldn’t be accurate,
Or maybe because Liquid Crystal Display took over –
But I think they should make a comeback.
Sometimes those lost vintage sounds are really satisfying.
What if you could no longer hear the turning of the page of a book,
The ticking of a clock,
(or the flipping of a clock tile)
The soft chatter of doorway beads,
The intense ring or angry hangup slam of a telephone,
The startling buzz of an actual door-bell,
The crackle of vinyl records,
The hot popping of a wood stove,
The snap/whip of laundry hanging outside on a windy day,
The dial-up internet connection song…
Well…
I don’t know about that one –
But I’m glad that some of these sounds are still around.

-L





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Bookathon

Last year I read a book.
I mean,
I pick up and start lots of books
Through the course of one year.
But finishing a book,
Well.
For me, that’s kind of a big deal.
It’s funny because I used to read a lot
I mean a LOT
When I was a kid.
But I guess as I grew older,
And started raising guinea pigs,
And learned how to do more and more things,
My hobbies expanded.
The more skills you obtain,
I guess the more you have to organize
And prioritize your various activities.
But I really do enjoy reading.
This year,
I already have some books that I want to read
And if I get through all of them
Or one of them
For me,
That will also be a big deal.
I will celebrate for myself
By making a cinnamon cake.
Because I don’t think Pizza Hut
Will acknowledge my reading success
At this ripe old age.

-L

It’s the Little Things

People say that, you know.
I think normally it’s implied
That the “little things” give to us
Those sparks of joy,
Moments of wonder
Where you catch your breath
And note an overwhelming sense of appreciation.
Little things are great
And I like to take note
Of those things and enjoy them
Just like anyone else.
I also think little things
Can bring you to the edge
Of feeling the opposite way as well.
Sometimes there is a big thing
That is underneath,
But then suddenly it’s a little thing
That will grip your chest
And fight for your peace
And will you into distraction
And disorient you
Because it might be the butterfly
That throws your world off-kilter.
But the good little things
Are more numerous.
Maybe they make up the gusts of wind
That carry the butterflies away
And bring in a new round of fresh air
As you drink it in and know.

-L

Snacks

Isn’t it funny how
You get all wound down,
Your teeth are clean,
You’re snuggled into your bed
Reading a book,
Or watching a movie,
Or crocheting,
Or writing a novel,
Whatever –
And suddenly –
Your stomach grumbles
And you realize
You really kind of want a snack.
It is in that moment
You need to realize what you value.
Your immediate coziness and comfort
Or a full belly when you fall asleep?
A choice must be made.

-L

Corners

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.

-L

Laundry Piles

I wonder about other people.
It’s hard not to compare yourself around
And think that others might do things
MAYBE
A little differently
If for no other reason than
There are so may ways to get things done.
Well.
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
And then
The pile grows.
Does it grow on a table?
Does it grow on a bed?
Does it grow on the floor?
The couch?
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.

-L

Get Comfortable

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
Knowing that,
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
You.

-L

2021

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,
Perhaps,
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.
Nothing crazy,
Just making better use of my time
And my brain.
I am looking forward to looking forward.
I hope you are too.

-L

So. Much. Snow.

Today it began to snow.
And it was beautiful
And marvelous
And twinkly
And everything you hope snow will be.
Well
Then it began to rain.
Now there is an icy crust
All over
On top of the snow.
And trees
And probably power lines
And definitely roads.
I will be driving
Like a very very old little granny tomorrow.

-L

tea + theo’s

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,
Noisy boys,
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.

-L