9 Moons Ago

… are planted firmly on the ground.

Was planting the rose bush today and think I’ve hit a gas line to the lamp post in our front yard which has been turned off since the gas rationing of the Carter era. Haaa.(Not gas though..it’s a wire or something.) Sometime I feel like Charlie Brown, other times I feel like Anna in the King and I. (Getting to Know You ..learning things about the world, people, and myself). Case in point, I’ve started talking to people a lot more than I normally would, as I’m naturally shy and quiet with people in this area. Had a manuscript for a book about that, but lost it over in Oz. I guess I can drop that idea anyway. There are other books to write.

I’ve been using music as my therapy lately. Going to join the Church choir soon. Also am going to borrow some Opera CDs from the Pastor. I’ve got Coldplay on my list of Albums to buy.
Planning to see family and friends over the next few weekends. Doing a walk for breast cancer in Washington D.C. on the 6th of June with my friend Luisa. YAY. Time to start gearing up to walk again. I miss doing that.

O.K. Off to see my sister at her place tonight. She’s got a bad cold so Mom and I want to take care of her tonight.
I feel such love in my heart right now, listening to this music. Go play Something Wonderful yourself, if you’ve been feeling a bit blue.

The Lamp

The new lamp has good bones.
Elegant yet casual.
This light is here.
Symbolic of a light returned.
Inside.

The old room has good structure.
Green yet not cold.
The light is here.
Symbolic of a light returned.
Inside.
Warm amber throwing glances onto the wall.

The new lamp has good bones.
A subtle pattern.
A sturdy base and stand.
A 100 watt light bulb.
Symbolic of a light returned.
Inside.
There is a dance.
It being night-time,
Come inside…

Today was a nice day, although I overloaded on pizza. Yep..a total peetzer blow-out. I guess I have to forgive myself for those kind of errors in self control though. I did excercize and have been drinking my H20. I also did a sketch or two of the baby and my sister.
Reading The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Good so far! Very enticing.
Also reading Forever Free: The Story of the Emancipation Proclamation by Dorothy Sterling, about Abraham Lincoln. Not as dry as you might expect! But then I usually preferred biographies or semi-biographical books to fiction, even as a child.

Now if I could only find my dictionary. I seem to have misplaced it and I NEED a dictionary by me…have, ever since 1984!

Here’s a less moody poem, finally! (Please excuse any spelling. I’m going back over these poems later to fix some minor typos and such when I find the dictionary! And some typos I make on purpose):

Odd Couplets are Fun

Scrapbooks are back in fashion.
Absurd music, humor, and fashion are too.

Two of us played Rummikub over the dining room table.
Like old times, but much different; oweing to a little One.

There was a white limo driving past us today and pizza and laughter!
There was a family together, easing back into something more familiar.

Or maybe it was just me.
Either way..suits me fine! Just fine!

~Fine~

A.L. Miller
May 2005

Boy..it’s been a while since I’ve been able to post. I had the wrong web address written down! D’oh!

Anyway..feeling a little lighter these days. I’ll be honest..I’m still quite loopy and cry easily. Very f-r-a-g-i-l-e. (Al la “A Christmas Story”) But I’m also much stronger when I’m on top of my game. So it’ll come togther as it should, in time.
Will and Grace was the best tonight!

And today’s poem is:

the Birds

No, the birds are not the same
and the mountains, how I miss them.
But,
and there is always that “but”…
there was the cluster of faint blue feathers in the grass.

Plus I saw two other birds. Quite alive.
The cardinal and the bluejay.
Extraordinary, to me!
As a child, they were my favorites.
Along with the common robin redbreast.
Signs of spring.

I lay down in the clover reading the Irish Times.
Weeped for the pastures in another land.
Pastures I know so well.
Brushed myself off and went inside to do some work.

The tug and pull of heartstrings.
The sound they make
Is like my unspoken heart-to-heart with my sister, tired,
and her baby, sleeping in my room.