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.
Wouldn’t it be kind of interesting
If people had indicators?
You could look at someone and see
Whether they were fully charged
Or critically low.
Kind of like a phone battery.
Or maybe you could check on many different things,
Like hunger, creativity, pain level, etc…
This could be really useful.
Also a huge invasion of privacy.
But even if you could check your own,
That would actually really come in handy.
I think sometimes we don’t realize
We’re in the red,
Or running on fumes in certain areas.
It takes someone else pointing it out.
What are some ways you could stay on top of those levels?
Do you remember that song
By Rebecca Black?
“It’s Friday, Friday…”
And reminds you
Which days of the week appear when,
And all of the choices that you can make
Regarding breakfast and seating options?
It is now Friday.
The weekend is yours to figure out.
I majorly fumbled through the past week
So I am glad it’s over.
Sometimes you just need to
Fall asleep in a heap
That the next round will probably go better.
I will say-
That I keep thinking about days gone by
And how people’s lives were paced so much slower
And how they knew fewer people
And did fewer things
And had fewer scattered thoughts
And went fewer places
And all of that fewer
Probably contributed to more peace
In their environments.
Having the time to actually sit by a fire
And string popcorn and cranberries on twine
To ‘trim the tree’.
It’s funny but it seems to me
It actually takes a lot of hard work
To create that type of environment
In this wild little country of busy.
Today I saw a sign
On a restaurant window
In a drive through.
“We will be Drive Through Only
From March 18 Until March 30th”
Or something like that.
It was obviously outdated.
And it reminded me
How flat that curve was supposed to have gotten,
How very long this year has been.
I am ready for 2020 to close up.
I always like welcoming a fresh year
And although I have a feeling
That we will have unique hurdles coming our way yet,
I think going into something with focus
Can definitely count for something.
If you’re driving
Sometimes you’ll have a semi truck on your side
And it’s weird,
You’ll get this feeling like
All of a sudden you’re actually going
Even though you’re still really moving forward.
I don’t know what that’s officially called,
But I definitely have whole days like that.
I guess on the bright side,
You’re still moving forward.