Three years ago Saturday, I interviewed for the open job coach position at PRIDE Industries.
Three years ago after that interview, I drove to the hospital in Placerville, to surround my grandma with love and family as she passed into Heaven.
The last few months have been a whirlwind for us.
Last Tuesday night I couldn’t sleep, so I got out of bed at 11 and wrote at my desk until I felt tired. I made very few corrections to this piece, just added connecting phrases that make it flow better.
I need to start remembering that June is a busy month for us. The weekend leading up Illuminate’s blog hop was Ant’s birthday-Father’s Day-Mom’s birthday-overnights all in one. SO. I missed the blog hop deadline, but the words are still worth sharing.
For whatever reason tonight is one of those nights where I am awake. My eyes are heavy and I feel tired. But I’m at my writing desk instead of sleeping. And so, instead of fighting it or watching Critical Role, I gave in and got up.
And I don’t know if it’s the words swirling around inside of me, wanting out, in ink, on paper, just out of my brain.
I have two poems for you today to start off this round of the 30 Day Haiku Project.
three cats, writer wife
snuggle in blankets. gamer
husband plays the keyboard
This is literally what we’re doing this morning—er, afternoon—and it makes me so happy.
Back where I started my day
Except it’s 9 o’clock at night,
not 6 o’clock in the morning.
I’ve showered and am letting my hair dry before sleep.
Ant’s already in bed. It’s backwards.
I’m so far removed from the emotions of this morning
My head is clearer now than it was then
Day 22 “lessons from quarantine”
here, today, right now
the only moment we have
i’m embracing it
This one came to me while putting away today’s second load of laundry. How do you wrap up an entire 157 days worth of lessons in 17 syllables?
Day 19 “around the house”
the mattress is out in
the living room. thanks heatwave.
cats are everywhere.
A weekend of Summer hakius. These three all kind of fit together and bring some of the happier moments of this COVID-19 Summer to light.
Day 13 “summer sips”
fruit juice with dinner / black coffee in a paper / cup, iced chais with friends
We don’t have a special summer drink, so this is what I came up with for today.
Day 12 “healing”
our safe comfort zone / as often as we’ve been here / home has been healing
I took an unintentional break yesterday from poetry, as I’m training to cover one of the janitorial groups the company employs. I split my work day and wanted to write yesterday’s haiku then, but I was so tired. Monday I stayed up late reading and then writing a spontaneous blog post.
Also, yesterday’s prompt was a sad one, and I didn’t feel motivated to write more about missing hugs, home games of D&D, seeing my people and watching my babies (nieces, nephews, and goddaughter) grow up, and getting any slices of normalcy back.
So, I decided to skip it altogether and keep plugging along today.
Day 10 “looking forward to”
Christmas lights and carols*, / strawberries in October, / D&D home games
I thought of the middle line first. I brought home a couple of tomato starts at the end of June from a co-worker. (You guys, we are not gardeners. I like the idea, but lack the follow-through it takes to grow things and keep them alive.)