Welcome to the neighborhood
In the 10 months I’ve been here, the last week best summarized how my stay in this neighborhood has been:
- Someone decided that my windshield is a trashcan. Funny how no one else has the same problem.
- The three feet of front lawn I have gets mysteriously mowed. The 10 yards of back lawn gets an angry, drunken visit from the landlord.
- This place sucks.
permalink | Comment | domestic | 06/25/2008
May's the word
The following are poems from the Magnetic Poetry calendar for the month of May, with all the words beginning with the same letter:
- beautiful | breeze | bird | blossom | between | behind | believe
- spring | spark | skin | summer | squirrel | sweet | snow
- gentle | good | garden | giggle | ground | grow | green
- heart | have | how | hot | hard | here | has
- make | mind | my | man | machine | morning | month
- leave | life | light | little | luck | look | like
This last one is purely of grabbing seven random tiles and placing them vertically onto the board:
use | a | from | year | work | present | do
permalink | Comment | domestic | 05/12/2008
April's circle poems
I forgot to post my March poems from my Magnetic Poetry calendar, but those were stinkers. So here are my April circle poems:
- want | essential | life | heart | mind | will | must | have
- sky | blue | green | nature | garden | spring | rain | weather
- present | birthday | happy | giggle | lively | dark | past | future
- fruit | sweet | taste | feel | skin | man | machine | plastic
- work | fired | sparks | light | night | dream | imagine | play | hard
- sun | hot | summer | winter | snow | fall | behind | moon
- good | bad | tricked | out | about | time | morning
I haven’t done a circle poem since high school.
permalink | Comment | domestic | 04/15/2008
Ice cold
Since I moved into a duplex, I had endured the noise, the yelling and nosiness of my next-door neighbors. I tried to keep thinking that it was better than where I last lived, in a quadplex with a guy who kept dropping heavy objects, a Nigerian who played reggae 24/7 and threw parties with political themes, and two young college students who partied every day.
Well, that changed this week. There were a series of ice and snow storms. My neighbors would clear off only one-third of our mutual porch each time, leaving me to clear off the rest. This last two weeks, I decided just to clear off my half. After all, they’re responsible for their own side.
Well, on Tuesday, when about 7 inches of snow fell, I was able to clear off my half first. It was on Wednesday that I discovered that they really only clear one-third each time (before, they would clear the porch before I did). They didn’t clear their side of the sidewalk either and they never leave enough room between their two cars so that I can park my one car in front of my house. I have been able to do that only three times in the last two weeks.
Last night, in order to walk inside my home, I had to walk up their side of the porch (their part of the sidewalk turned completely into ice), break apart the top stair where their big ice pile slowly melted onto my side, and scale the siding that separates our units to get inside my home.
Today was the worse. I was on my way to an eye exam when I slipped on the last two steps of porch and bruised my knee. As their ice melted, it created a fine layer of ice that coated my side. I missed the appointment and couldn’t do any of the errands I needed to do. Plus, I reworked my work schedule to get today off so that I could do these things. Instead, I spent the afternoon hammering away every inch of ice on that porch, including their side.
Then I wrote them a letter requesting that they need to stop slacking off and do their half because I’m not doing two-thirds anymore.
permalink | Comment [1] | domestic | 02/14/2008
Lord, help the church
My father is training to be a deacon. Totally unexpected.
permalink | Comment | domestic | 02/07/2008
New month, new words
Magnetic Poetry phrases for February:
- it is time to look at life in a gentle life
- the moon sparks a dark night
- I have more green than a garden
- sweet treats always make me happy
- believers fall for my trick
- plastic fruit taste bad
permalink | Comment | domestic | 02/01/2008
When it's too cold
I have to live with the coldness and my ongoing cold. I hate having to get ready for work an hour early, dust off the steps, slip on ice, clear off the car and drive to work. After the work is done, go to the parking lot, clear off the car, and parallel park in the snow.
This will get old pretty soon, so I need to stop and enjoy my toffee hot chocolate.
permalink | Comment | domestic | 12/06/2007
Rude awakening
When I got up this morning, I went through all the things I had to do in order to motivate me to get out of bed. I kept repeating:
- Wash clothes.
- Bake cookies.
- Go to work.
I probably did this in my head for five minutes. Then I looked out my window and saw this:
The list changed to:
- Wash clothes.
- Clear front steps.
- Clear sidewalk.
- Clear snow off car.
- Bake cookies.
- After cookies are done, throw self into oven.
- When clothes are done, throw self into dryer.
- Repeat clearing once it’s an hour before work.
- Prepare for early press time.
permalink | Comment | domestic | 12/02/2007
Trashed
A few days ago, I was trying to find a shopping bag to line my wastebasket. I quickly filled up a Target bag that I saw on the floor, not thinking to look inside to see if something was still in there. After the bag was halfway full, I turned into a panic. I had just purchased Amy Winehouse’s Frank CD from Target and had probably not taken it out of the bag.
I said to myself, “I don’t want Amy Winehouse to be trashed!” I chuckled at the thought and was relieved that the CD wasn’t in there. However, I can’t vouched if Winehouse was actually trashed at the time.
permalink | Comment [1] | domestic | 11/28/2007
Always happens
It’s Thanksgiving and I’m sick. I have a sore throat right now and I haven’t slept yet. At least I had the time to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade. At least I’m not the only one in the family who’s sick on this holiday. There will be plenty to eat for those who lost their sense of taste due to illness. Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
permalink | Comment | domestic | 11/22/2007