Monday, January 20, 2014

exhaust the little moment

Light is waning at 5 o'clock, each day longer than the last.  The sky is painted shades of light blue fading into a pale yellow at the horizon.

We've lived in our little house for six months now.  Today I hung some things on the walls.  Maybe I'm a bit particular (picky) but I was waiting, sort of studying the walls, getting a feel for where things would look best.

We went to the library today only to be reminded that they were closed for MLK.  And I had a book waiting for me on the holds shelf.  Just waiting, behind locked doors.  Unread.

My son, 14 years and 9 months old, had a sports physical today.  I need to find a new pediatrician that does NOT push the Gardasil vaccine.  I didn't answer the question on the questionnaire asking if there were guns in our home.  I guess in not answering, I answered.  Children are the responsibility of the FAMILY, not the family physician, not the school system, not the government.  Families need to know this.

I made a spaghetti sauce this morning and put it in my new little crockpot (thank you husband!).  It's been simmering slowly all afternoon.  We will spoon it over whole wheat pasta with some salad and buttery garlic bread on the side.  Yum!  I adore good food.

And my family.

I adore them too.

And this poem, I adore.

Exhaust the little moment,
Soon it dies.
And be is gash or gold
It will not come
Again in this identical
-Gwendolyn Brooks

1 comment:

  1. I love reading about your days. If I was there I could help you decorate...