9 Moons Ago

A favorite pair of summer shoes:

September is Here

September is here,
Yet slipping away quickly.
The Labor Day party is over.
Therell be a football game,
A visit to see a friend,
The fair, a memorial service,
A birthday, and then
Packing.
A flight halfway around the world.
A new beginning at a familiar place
With the one I love.
Excitement and sadness rolled into one.
Enjoy the time I have here.
Look forward to the time Ill have there.
Missing one or the other on either side.
Living in two different places this year takes a toll.
But I shall overcome the difficult aspects
And out of this challenge
Will spring forth wonderful opportunities.
New and old friends, more work, stronger bonds, pictures and
Words.
Plenty of words to convey what I experience.
Stay tuned.

O the Look

The look,
O the look I get from you,
Could light a candle,
Could sharpen knives.
The look could pop a cork
And curl a ribbon.
Why it would crush ice
Not to mention, freshen up a flower.
O the look I get from you
Makes this party
Perfect.

Amy Lehr Miller
August 2005

A piece of my jewelry resting an my address book:

Last night consisted of a puzzle putting-together session with my Mom, sister and I working on the world’s most impossible 500 piece puzzle. My sister and I realized that on a Friday night doing this for fun means we are getting old.. Arghhhh!! Help!

And the night wrapped up with a very fun game called “Pig in the Face” in which my sister would throw a plush stuffed 10 and a half inch pink pig on the head on my 1 year old nephew which had us all, especially him, in fits of hearty giggles. It would bounce off his head or off his face, which sounds harsh, but he loved it. We laughed till our stomachs hurt. Ahhh, such is the life when you’ve been raised by a silly family. I must say, I can’t wait to do it again. *Whoop! Pig in the Face!* *Whoop! Pig in the Face* *Whoop! Pig in the Face*

And here’s a poem I wrote tonight:

Vincents Handiwork

Thumbing through the book called
Vincent Van Gogh,
I learn about primary colours
Japanese prints
Fishing Boats
Peach Trees and Almond Blossoms.
I view witty caricatures and less
Satirical portraits.
Vincent, this self made man, despite
A wearying illness, chose to
Embolden the world with light, colour, grace and
Pepper it with skewed perspective and eerie night scenes.
His self portraits haunt my mind.
His rain sings the beauty of France.
And the wheat field is the golden-est of golds,
Covered with an indigo blue sky that envelopes the
Thick black marks which capture the flight of crows.
All this and more prove to me what can be done
If one paints to live, and lives to paint.

These tomatoes and basil will make a nice bruchetta later in the season:

I photoshopped it up, as you can probably tell. My attempt at drawing the plants didn’t go so well today. I was far too impatient. I did draw a little though. We don’t have a scanner here, so I can’t show the results. (The digital camera my parents have doesn’t include a zoom lens.) I not only miss my husband, but I miss our technology!

Time for a dip in the pool. My little nephew and me, last week:

Victim’s Ditty
Flutter flutter fly
Birdie in the sky.
What makes you so free and
happy all the time?
What makes me decide
to use you in my rhyme?
Chirping and chiding
slipping and sliding.
We both have a role
And that takes a toll
On one of us one day
The other another.
For I found your feathers
After bad weathers.
Was it a feline foe
Or storms that dealt the blow?
Tell me now
Just how
Does one fly above the pain
And tragedy of being sane
In this world of those who tear you down
To build up their own kingly crown?
That bolt of light or feline might
Did a disservice to a bright
and shining beacon.
If in church, you’d be the deacon.
I, on the other hand
would be one to stand
in the middle of the chorus at noon
Singing a little out of tune.
Thinking a bit about you
And how your beauty is the glue.
A bird in flight
Natural delight.
Your presence is a sign of health and good.
An example to shining brotherhood.
Man can only hope to be
As beautiful as little thee.