old poems
I used to walk a lot, I guess. and I can see what I had been reading. What do I read now? Is it between the lines of this narrative?
Meeting some undergrad students and pushing them to join the book club. So much work! Trying to get out more, meet more people. So much for being an introvert. Maybe all of that walking is what helped me then, being younger. Being out and about. Tomorrow, will I run?
My cats are sleeping on the bed; I am reading my own words, about the moon. And sending them away. And my mother is writing to me about the moon, now. I wonder where they all are--the people that I used to know?
Would I disappoint them? Surprise them? Be nothing new at all?
Today was a long day at work; trying vallantly to get much done; failing miserably. Getting into a shouting match with Vicki; laughing over ridiculousness. have I become a lifer with DHS? My legs, feeling heavy and marbly. MUST meet new girls; must get inspired. Reading what Kari drove me to feel, knowing that there hasn't been anyone since then. Desire. Anger, fear.
Meeting some undergrad students and pushing them to join the book club. So much work! Trying to get out more, meet more people. So much for being an introvert. Maybe all of that walking is what helped me then, being younger. Being out and about. Tomorrow, will I run?
My cats are sleeping on the bed; I am reading my own words, about the moon. And sending them away. And my mother is writing to me about the moon, now. I wonder where they all are--the people that I used to know?
Would I disappoint them? Surprise them? Be nothing new at all?
Today was a long day at work; trying vallantly to get much done; failing miserably. Getting into a shouting match with Vicki; laughing over ridiculousness. have I become a lifer with DHS? My legs, feeling heavy and marbly. MUST meet new girls; must get inspired. Reading what Kari drove me to feel, knowing that there hasn't been anyone since then. Desire. Anger, fear.