#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Morning in the Wetlands

Woke up overtired after a not so great night sleep. But I found all the energy I needed for a very busy, happy day. It was warmer, slightly, and still I didn’t feel like going to the pool and I ended up a bit stretched for time. So I went into the yard and picked up some sticks and emptied a wagon full of brush that has been just sitting there for weeks. At the river, ice. Not many birds. No ducks. Not many signs of life. Led my Wednesday morning writers, my Israeli group, had a friendly chat with a poet friend about poems and manuscripts, held a rehearsal with three writers and an actor for the showcase. Kept dinner very simple. Frank is away. Wave was out. Then back to work after dinner and I am almost ready to stop. It’s dark. Rainy. Cold December. I can hear the rain. Tomorrow after I see a client I will go to Connecticut to help my aunt get a new phone. My poetry friend gave me such an encouraging comment about my manuscript. It was delicious. How nice it is, to hear a compliment. It gives me energy and I hope so much to work on poems this weekend, even if we are nearing and nearing the big holidays. My daughter and I chatted this morning in the kitchen. Last night before bed she tried very hard to get him to say what he wants for Christmas. And all we wants are things that are futuristic inventions. Things that have not been created. Things that don’t exist. Like a Transformer that he can step into that will transform him the way the toys transform. She is trying to help him visualize something that he wants under the tree that can actually BE under the tree. And if I have anything to say about it, it won’t be a cat. He’s still upset with me that I insisted the “stray” cat my daughter let into the house last winter be returned to its owner. Oh well.