SOL26: May 19: Angst?

It's Slice Of Life Tuesday and I am sharing with my writing community at Two Writing Teachers.  

The unusual 40 degree temps last week gave way to a few days of 90s this week and the hum of summer noise makers fueled my angst. 

I kept the windows of my car and house open and tried to be grateful for the first fresh air of the season even though it was definitively a warm breeze. I did sweat and I drank a lot of water as I worked my way through the day. I swigged an extra large drink as my blood boiled when I noticed the parked cars with air conditioners running full blast . Why aren't they thinking about the extra fuel they were burning?  I carefully watered the plants on my porch, by hand, while I watched sprinklers water driveways and sidewalks thinking about the valuable resource wasted  My bedroom was very warm, but my 2-minute-shower, damp hair, and a ceiling fan kept it manageable as I lay there sad to hear my neighbor's heat pump drowning out the excited crickets. 

I studied the ceiling, wondering if my own Rachel Carson-fueled-conservation-empowered-upbringing with a few window fans and push mowers had scarred me or if I was a dinosaur in a world where rising fuel and electric costs are managed with an extra large iced something at Starbucks, and extra swipe of the Visa and nary a concern for the future of our planet? 

Ethical ELA: May 18: Appreciating Sundown

Today's Ethical ELA Hosts, Jessica Wiley and Erica Johnson, ask us to go outside to fine flora, fauna, and other interesting things to share.  I'm going to reflect on last night, my first to sit on the porch this season.

The great oak's potential offspring drifted

Hopefully through the late evening sky, while

Dark red helicopters floated excitedly

In the gentle evening breeze while a

Cacophony of birds called to each other from

New-built homes, celebrating their potential

Offspring in a rainbow of colors and sizes while

I nestled into a worn rocker, noticing the need for

Porch mucking, pollen eliminating, paint repairing and

Solar lights flickering, joggers and dogs celebrating. 

Neighbors, of all species, appreciating sundown,

Proclaiming spring's arrival, after a long wait.

Ethical ELA: May 17 The Old Apple Tree

 Today's Ethical ELA Host, Erica Johnson, asks us to write a poem about a tree! I considered writing about my neighbor's magnificent, ancient Sycamore, lost in a recent storm; however, I am writing about a tree from my childhood that lurked in the old apple tree

We were excited to pick apples,

    Instead, we, picked Poison Ivy.

We were thrilled with the tree fort,

    Instead, the branch gave in to our weight.

We set up the tent in her shade, played checkers,

    Instead. oblivious to the cancer causing chemicals in that

Old apple tree in the orchard, lost to suburban bloom.

A random old apple tree!

Ethical ELA: Stormvile

Today's Ethical ELA Host, Jessica Wiley,  asks us to write Place Poems today by considering the backstory of a town or a landmark. I read the prompt early this morning and have been brewing ideas all day! I could write about a few fabulous towns that are etched in my memory with powerful native American roots, like Esopus or Kerhonkson; but I am going to write about Stormville, NY, named after the Storm family, where a mountaintop location means endless power failures and snow squalls that close the interstate regularly! While I no longer call it my home, it will always be in my heart.

Supposedly, the Storm brothers settled in 1730

Crops and houses at the base, hunting and fishing 

At the top of the fertile mountain

With the population growing slowly.

Enough to open a post office/general store 

The only business from 1826 to 1980,

When the interstate cut through the mountain,

A barbed wire encased State Prison came to town.

Then, there were a whole bunch of baby boomers

Willing to homestead at the bottom and even

The top of that snowy mountain at the end of the 

Power grid, more home for your dollar they said.

That's when I landed in town, blown away when

Freshly caught deer appeared in front yards,

While endless hikers on the Appalachian Trail,

Traipsed through back yards!

It's known still for its storms that close the 

Interstate, epic power outages,

Its flea markets that attract people

From afar, and its rural charm,.

May 15: Another Dinosaur

When I came home on Wednesdays, my mother would be watching some talk show (I think) on our tiny black and white TV. She'd have a stack of damp shirts, pants, and sheets, fresh from the fridge, neatly stacked in plastic bags on the edge of the ironing board, awaiting the tortuous process of pressing. Her top of the line adjustable height model was a prized possession and every piece of laundry, even sheets and undies, spent time on its belly. 

The image of my mom proudly ironing for hours each week popped into my mind during a conversation about trying to give away ironing boards during downsizing!  I do have one, used exclusively for pressing seams in sewing projects, that I plan to keep for now; however, ironing boards, now, fit in the dinosaur category.

I do have a dinosaur 

An old, wooden relic used to
Press shirts, blouses, never sheets, 

In times when pressed linen and cotton

Were expected for school and work, 

Now used to press seams in baby quilts,

Craft projects that will someday, if fate

Allows, go to an antique shop, or more likely,

Setting into retirement in a landfill where it will

Become toothpicks for the other dinosaurs.

May 13: Ban the Electoral College

I read an another article questioning the legality of redistricting for political gains of any kinds by any party just before bed last night and woke up several times in a twist, literally and figuratively, as my mind struggled to process why we would not just revisit the source of the issue/problem.

The electoral college system has been under debate in the since the Constitutional Convention in 1787 when the voting system would certainly be considered primitive. An amendment to abolish the system stalled in the Senate, almost 40 years ago. I have read, but cannot prove that two=thirds of Americans should support replacing it with one of purely popular vote.  Admittedly, I Amy be missing something and in the days ahead I hope to explore opposing viewpoints; however, as of this morning, after a topsy-turvy sleep, I am proposing we ban the Electoral College!

One

Person

One vote seems

Simplistic, yet

In an era where

Information flies at

Lightning speed, we don't need it!

Ban the Electoral College,

Every citizen gets

One choice, one vote, one hope

To decide leaders

Who represent

Their wishes,

Hopes, dreams,

Future

SOL26: May12 If You Can't Beat Them

 

Today, I am sharing with the Slice Of Life Community a little bit about life lately. Hungry deer and eager-to-nest birds have emerged in earnest! 

Armed with a deer and drought resistant plant list and conversation with nursery professionals (who may have been thinking about job security?), I brought home barberry and thorny rose bushes with a side of lavender. I planted carefully and watered faithfully. I splurged on Bleeding Heart hanging beauties for my front porch. I was feeling proud until........

"I think I have a bird building a nest in that plant," I thought aloud as an eager robin arrived ready to start a family. I placed the lovely hanging plant on the floor noting the its neighboring plant also possessed a nest in progress. In the past, I have let families live rent free, decorating my porch with by-products of their primitive plumbing systems, but this time I added foil to the center of each plant and hid the beauties under chairs and then.....

I noticed the brown-gray blob in the garden carefully decapitating the baby roses from their thorny bases, proud of his eating prowess. I got up close and personal until he scampered off, clearly annoyed at me. I realized the lavender was gone and most of that carefully spread mulch was in in the lawn. I did my best to rake things back until.....

I noticed the mother bird heading under the chair finishing her nest and decided to just move those Bleeding Heart into the yard for the birds and deer to enjoy along with the rest of the deer-resistant but clearly delicious plants! If you can't beat them, someone might as well enjoy them!

May 10: An Oldie

I was clearing out a box on the eve of this holiday weekend and found an oldie but goodie from the days when those who made me a mother would wear silly homemade costumes and pose for pictures when asked. I won't call them the good old days because I vaguely remember there were sleepless nights and endless laundry in those times as well as diapers and slobbery kisses. I also know I was one of the lucky ones who had the gift as well as the challenges of motherhood. 

Always

Know you

Were the greatest

Gifts, teaching me humility,

Loving, despite many mistakes, foibles.

Thank you for bestowing

A wonderful chapter

A memory

Always

May 6 We Can

 

  

It's Saturday, but I'm sharing with Spiritual Thursday, just a few days later, thinking about Chris Margocs post about beginnings and endings which really is the essence of what the spring season is all about. From Song of Songs: See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.

I think of this quote often as I think of the emotionally laden holiday of Mother's Day this weekend. For the many of us who have lost or are too tired/overworked/ busy/exhausted to appreciate, estranged from, or who will not see, or who yearn for mothers, children, or both, this holiday is a emotionally tough. Yet, for everyone, even those in the throes of sadness, there is an optimism of this season that offer hope.

I smiled as I passed the busy nursery this morning remembering we all can buy ourselves flowers and celebrate that spring has come.

To be a parent, mom, 
Grand, aunt, cousin, daughter
To have loved, helped, cared
Gifts of spring are promised.
Celebrated, forgotten, all
This season, is for us all

SOL26: May 5: Wires and Boxes

I am writing and sharing with the Two Writing Teacher's Slice of Life community.

I know I don't need cable TV, but I do need internet and frankly Fios works better than other services in my area. Plus, Verizon keeps lowering the price every time I ask/beg/buy a new phone, so I had planned to continue the status quo, BUT, now I am in a dilemma.

About 6 months ago, I got a mammoth box from the company with new boxes and cables and a link to directions.  I put the box in the basement as the holidays were coming and I felt no pressure to do something about the box. Then yesterday, I decided to catch the end of American Idol mostly because I had read several articles about the talent. My cable was out. Yet, I could see my neighbor was watching so it way my cable and not their cable. I figured it was about the box. 

I tried calling the 800 number along with about 300.000 others and was told the wait time was 14 hours and 5 minutes. I hung up. I started to read the directions that are written clearly for people with advanced degrees in technology, nothing about literacy teachers, even those of us with pretty good comprehension.

I've already put in about 3 hours on the directions and one wire. Based on my track record of 3.5 weeks to assemble a Little Tykes Cozy Coupe and 9.11 months to assemble a Weber grill, I am predicting this project will last somewhere in the middle, around 4.5 months. 

Right now, I am remembering my drama with the Cozy Coupe fondly, borrowing internet from the neighbor, and seriously wondering if Verizon really has a clue about real people and real wires!