The issue with blogging every damn day is that I am very scattered right now.
I have a thousand stories to tell,
a million poems at the tip of my imagination machine.
I have hundreds of “shout-out” candidates that are due their
name in big shiny letters, scrolled across the sky.
My fingers have surfed along the keyboard,
finding waves of information to share with one and all,
important bits for writers and grievers and technology buffs.
Rose Carter warned us years ago,
that we’ll all eventually be caregivers or carereceivers,
for the boomers and their folks,
so, much that I choose to share, is along the lines of care.
There are thousands of photos that you all must see!
I’m in and out researching what ails my laptop,
I try one thing then another, but still the damn thing fails.
And family history calls from the over flowing 3-ring binder,
voices of my ancestors hollering to be known.
Oh yes, and craft projects seep from several totes,
“Pick me! Pick me!” I hear it all the time.
The “shoulds” attack me left and right;
go see dear friends, the kids, the little grands, and the cousins too.
It’s clear to see how many things I can write about and do,
instead I sink into my chair and write this post to you:>)
Enjoy the day or night, and don’t be shoulding on yourselves:>)
Every Damn Day? Who’s idea was this anyway?
From writing challenge Every Damn Day December at http://treatmentofvisions.com/2013/11/26/evdadadec/