Did It Ever Occur to You That Maybe You’re Falling in Love?

We buried the problem.

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Untitled, September 2016

this is a comfortable life,
the repeating of words
did you brush your teeth?
please pick up your shoes
the toilet’s still broken
please, pick up your shoes!
tasks and outcomes
faucet still leaking
more piles to pick up
it’s fine, really
we take on titles
our names irrelevant
with each metamorphosis

this is a satisfying life,
the repeating of words
why don’t you buy a wallet?
please fix the gazebo
the wipers are broken
seriously! pick up your shoes
plausible outcomes
brake-fluid still leaking
more hats to pile on
we take on roles
our names irrelevant
with each version
of ourselves

SmS aka Whatevertheyaint 9-2016

Books, books, and more books!

Books in the Douglasville, Georgia Borders store.
Books in the Douglasville, Georgia Borders store. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

My aunt is one of those folks with books everywhere.  In the kitchen.  On the couch. In the bathroom. Basically, in every corner and crevice of her apartment.  Often, I’ll drop by and find her reading one novel while stashing a sheet of folded paper in another.

“How do you do that?” I asked one evening.

“Do what?”

“Read more than one story at a time without getting lost.”

“Easy,” she replied.

Let me be the first to tell you, people.  It AIN’T easy!

I bought an electronic reader with part of my short-story winnings (which is a story in itself), but my new-found toy had no books, no magazines, and very little else other than what came with it out of the box.  So, I began shopping.  And I chose several novels and magazines, which I determined I’d peruse later, like when stuck at the doctor’s office, suffering from insomnia, or waiting on Thing 1 and 2 to wrap up practice.  Meanwhile, I also checked out reading material from the library.  (Why go on a buying frenzy when you’re on a budget)

Here’s where the problem started: I began Southern Comfort, also by Fern Michaels, but it was too depressing for my light mood.  The guy’s family is murdered two or three pages into the story.  So, out of restlessness, I began a book I’d downloaded by Debbie Macomber called Starlight. Not one of my usual go-to authors, but hey.

Then, yesterday, I added Save Me, by Lisa Scottoline. (Talk about gripping!)

But before that, I’d begun The Last Promise by Richard Paul Evans.

Now I don’t know if I’m in a villa, a school, or the middle of a crime scene.

What I’m trying to say here is that…I can’t do three or four books at once!

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Can you? 

Any suggestions as to what to read next?

 

 

Wearer of Many Hats

 

I’m a little anxious, a little glad

somewhat happy, sometimes sad

a little lost and a little found

mostly simple, at times profound

A sole individual, a piece of the whole

In tune with the world, in synch with my soul

A little of this, but mainly that

See if you can catch my hat

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Your Turn: How would you describe yourself?  How many hats do you wear (figuratively)? Can you create a poem based on one or both of those themes?

 

No Hats Beyond This Point
No Hats Beyond This Point (Photo credit: Wikipedia)