Today is a new day

I don't care about a little belly.  Actually the less I care about it, the more it shrinks.
I must be manic-depressive.  The lows are terrible, the highs are great, is there anything that can cure this?
Lithium made me incontinent once.
The thing about painted fingernails is that I can't paint.  I can't messs up the nails.  So I have to do something else.  Having been addicted to painting for many months now, it was very difficult and frustrating to try to think of something else to do that would be equally satisfying.  I turn back to editing my poetry, and I turn to Dorothy Parker lately for inspiration.

Losing Weight and how my day went yesterday

This is an obsession with many of us women.  It feels like I lost a few lbs., and this makes me very happy.  I once heard someone say that the thing many women love the most is when they lose weight.  I have seen people who are enormous and wonder how or why they do that to themselves and oddly, how they sometimes find a lover who digs cooking food for them and watching them gorge themselves.  This to me is very weird.

So if I ever thought I was weird, how about that?

Moving on...I just went and had my nails done yesterday, which was a major achievement in several ways.  1. It's unusual for me to have enough money to do this, especially at the end of the month!  2. I walked up and back, I don't know how many blocks, instead of taking the bus.  3. I did this in the afternoon after having had no sleep the night before.  I did nod out briefly whenever I sat down, but that was it.

I woke up feeling very crabby and out of it today.  After a couple of hours I found I was better than ever and glad to be alive.  Meanwhile my nails look pretty.

I need a secretary

Today more than ever I am worried about having gained some weight.  Not a lot, but enough to make me upset.  Upset totally out of proportion with the problem.  I'm in good health, considering.  Home life is ok.  Just really upset about the weight.  I want to lose a minimum of 10 lbs. as soon as possible.  Ordered some health supplements, hope they help.

Someone who used to be my closest friend is fading out of my life.  That is, the colors are fading.  From brilliant sky blue to yucky grey.  I don't have anything else to say about that.  It doesn't merit my thought or my time.

I'm in conflict about sharing a lot of my poetry online.  Working on a book, would like to keep most of it to myself these days.  Will the book ever be finished?  As long as I'm alive, probably not.  Picasso said, "A painting is never finished, you just get interrupted."  I kinda hope that one of these days I'll find a reason for an interruption, or at least a point where I can distinguish what I've done from what I am still doing, and stop and put together what I have so far.  I used to be a secretary.  I need a secretary.

TODAY

TODAY

It is real.
There are facts,
like math;
It is not founded
on gibberish, this universe.

4/7/17

rc

POTTED PLANT

POTTED PLANT

Like a potted plant I sit
in the windy sun
pondering all that
I have done.

I have not followed
the road straight and narrow,
and I've been no stranger
to sorrow.

I wanted to see the world,
and I
saw much of the United States;

Through all of it
I could hardly say
that any had been a mistake.

The world is narrow,
the world is wide,
there's always something else
on the other side..

But coming home to Brooklyn
to sit in a pot
now is all I've got
and all I cherish;

Where my grandparents lived
is my abode,
and I'm not sorry
for the ride I rode.

Handicapped now
from wear and tear,
my pleasure is in
the knowledge I bear.

The world is narrow,
the world is wide,
there's always something else
on the other side.

RC  3/30/17

Today's Riddle

Question:  What did the lady say to her neighbor upstairs with a hole in her kitchen floor?

Answer:  "You can drop in anytime."

rc

today's new stuff

Sometimes I wish a beautiful moment, like me with my kitty on my lap nose to nose.  But it does last forever, because every beautiful moment is a moment in eternity.
And it is eternal in memory, my own and the collective unconscious, which is cell memory.  Thus we hold eternity in our very cells.
The electric spark between me and my cat creates a mark in memory for both of us, and in a small but powerful way, reinforces the universal connection between people and animals.
*****

more haiku:

The sidewalk is pink
and the shadows are blue,
all is well in my world.


A dozen pink roses
flung back at me -
The cat loves me, anyway.

*****

Another one for the ex-

If dromedaries had spots,
you could stop by and see
my pink polka dot bikini,
but dromedaries don't.

So study your own
stamp collection,
our love never belonged
in the first-class section.

*****

RC