2018 and Change

Krissie had us post our word for the year over at ReFab, and I picked “change.”  I have obvious reasons politically–vote in the 2018 midterms, people–but mostly for personal reasons.  I had a rough time several years ago and it’s taken me until now to get centered again.  Moving into the middle of nowhere was a HUGE help–you would not believe how peaceful and beautiful it is here–but now that I’m back on my feet, it’s time for change, big and little.   Continue reading

This is a Good Poem January First

 

You asked for a monthly poetry exchange, you get a month poetry exchange.  How about Rita Dove to start a MUCH BETTER YEAR?

 

 

DAWN REVISITED
 
Imagine you wake up
with a second chance: The blue jay
hawks his pretty wares
and the oak still stands, spreading
glorious shade. If you don’t look back,
 
the future never happens.
How good to rise in sunlight,
in the prodigal smell of biscuits –
eggs and sausage on the grill.
The whole sky is yours
 
to write on, blown open
to a blank page. Come on,
shake a leg! You’ll never know
who’s down there, frying those eggs,
if you don’t get up and see.

 

Rita Dove, from On the Bus with Rosa Parks, 1999

ETA: Just woke up.  Couldn’t see the poem, either.  Welcome to 2018.  ARGH.

 

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Six More Days to the Resolutions


So it’s six more days to 2018, which promises to be a contentious year here in America, but also a chance for a fresh start, especially if we can do some governmental rearranging. Since January 1 is the traditional day for new beginnings (I like Sept. 1 because of spending most of my life in educational circles, but that’s just me), these are our last six days to clear away the deadwood of 2017 to start with a nice clean slate for the new year.  For me, that means finishing a book and throwing out half the stuff in my house.  I don’t do weight loss diets–they’re depressing and they don’t work and also, I like food–and any bad habits I have are now baked into my personality, so changing those is futile, but the book and the house are non-negotiable.   Continue reading

Happy Turkey Death Day

If you’re part of this holiday, Argh wishes you the best of luck surviving it with the family of your choice, especially if they’re turkeys of any kind.  

And regardless, I wish you all a very merry Solstice/end-of-2017/thank-god-the-shortest-day-of-the-year-is-over-and-the-sun-is-coming-up-again celebration.  

 

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Cherry Saturday, December 23, 2017

Happy Festivus!

You may commence “the “Airing of Grievances” and recounting of “Festivus miracles” in the comments.  Feats of strength you’ll have to share with those standing close to you in reality, not the internet.  

Also, in this case the “family” of the”Airing of Grievances” tradition is anybody including that damn raccoon that keeps getting in the trash because we do not say bad things about the Argh family here.   I believe the tradtion is to begin with “”I got a lotta problems with you people, and now you’re going to hear about it!.”  Feel free to cut and paste, changing “you people” to the designation of your choice.  I suggest “Congress,” “Fox News,” “men who think it’s okay to harass people sexually because they’re powerful and can get away with it,” and “people who make fake maple syrup,” but your rants may differ..

The Festivus miracles are up to you.  Mine is the incredible community here that just appeared after I did the first post.  It’s a miracle!  Especially since in the beginning, on Mollie’s advice, I didn’t enable comments on the blog.  Can you imagine Argh without the comments?  That’s like dressing without gravy.  The blog posts are really just the delivery system for the comments.  It’s the only time in our professional relationship that Mollie has been wrong, and it was twelve years ago, so I’ve forgiven her, and it will not be part of my Airing of Grievances.

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