#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Reeds in the wetlands

I did it. Got myself up in time to work on some poem revisions. It was quiet, no distractions. Got them sent off for workshop. Pancakes for Wave—silver dollars to dip in syrup. A bit of a rushed exit. I drove my car downtown to leave for service and walked the railroad tracks home for fun. It was quiet pleasant. Cool and dry, passing the wetlands in almost November. Frank with helpers dug his ditch, fairly shallow, but quite lengthy stretching into the yard, the field, around the tennis court. Looked like a tough job. How was it, I asked. Not bad, he said. Well, that’s Frank. Poetry workshop on my poems helpful. I need more time for revision. I will make more time for revision. I got two special afternoon activities. First, to a little eatery called Popovers in Wellesley with my dear friend for a birthday tea. She actually gave me a gift certificate for this lovely place for a previous birthday, and I finally used it. Bought popovers to take home as well. We had a great catch up with each other, a nice quite time to connect. And then I went to watch Wave in his after school gymnastics class in Holliston.. I was five minutes late and my daughter said he noticed and didn’t want to start class til I got there. I made sure he saw me and the hour watching him running through his routines, very introductory, was delicious and sped by. Rushed back home to prep for my Tuesday night writers. What an excellent session we had. Very moving, lots of fine writing and also personal vulnerability in sharing stories. A special evening. The wedding plans continue. Steps forward. Steps behind. Steps forward again. The ditch digger has yet to return home from tennis tonight. I think he’ll sleep well.