- ceremonially do the motherly cleaning of their rooms.
- take down the horrible panelling in the basement and paint the walls.
- sleep without worrying when they will come home.
- garden.
- place paving stones in the front yard ("meadow") and plant sweet woodruff everywhere.
- clean up the nonsense that is everywhere in my study.
- possibly build bookshelves, more bookshelves, upstairs and down.
- possibly rein in my book-buying habit.
- start using the public library.
- go to the University library for high minded reading.
- write every day.
- make small movies/video essays (of course!).
- take Bruiser for walks.
- write letters and e-mails to absent younger generation.
- cook smaller meals.
- buy less food.
- hear the quiet.
Poem-a-day-for-a-month 2.0 update. Five for five.
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ReplyDeleteYou're a poetry machine. And they're good too. Machine in a good way. I'm waiting for a poem about the Jazz....
ReplyDeleteI'll just have to content myself with being a poetry motivator for another few days...
(I had to remove this the first time because there was a typo and I was embarrassed!!)
my room is not allowed to be touched! consider it dead bolted and chained! haha jk...enjoy though..its still brutal.
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