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My response to the Leading Journal entry by spidey  for September 11, 2008."Don't go" until you've said, "I love you!"to your mother, sibling, children, spouse, or significant other. Don't go until you've resolved any issues with your family and your frieds that you've regretted or has caused any misunderstanding. Don't go to war unless you are sure of your motives and believe deep in your soul that it's your patriotic duty to serve the country of your birth or naturalization out of love and for no other reason. Don't go if your gut feeling tells you not to go. Don't go until you've come to terms with your soul, your God, and with death itself. |
| Istijlál (Majesty), 4 ‘Izzat (Might), 165 B.E. – Thursday, September 11, 2008 about 6:02 AM Pacific Time Today the fun begins. Today is the first day of the present installment of "Follow the Leader" by mood indigo  . I'm looking forward to responding to the leading entries. I'm hoping this time to be a little more creative in my responses to the lead entries. I'm scheduled to make the lead entry on Friday, September 12 so keep an eye on this blog.Today the fun begins maybe a misleading title because I've found myself having fun doing a great many things lately. I'm in a more optimistic mood, so that could have something to do with it. I could also be, that I had the due date for the Power Bill changed to the sixth day of the month instead of the twentieth. I still have to figure out what I'll write about in my lead entry tomorrow. However, I have a while to think about it. I have several ideas, but none of them appeals to me. This always happens when I have a lead entry; I come up with ideas but don't use anyone of them. So I think I'm going to let things flow today and see what I come up with later tonight or early tomorrow. As I look out my living room window, I see clouds in the sky. Clouds don't mean it's going to rain. I live ib Las Vegas. I live in a desert. We are experiencing a drought. It hasn't rained enough this year to flood the streets. It hasn't rained enough each year to have green grass in lawns across the city. |
| ‘Idál (Justice), 3 ‘Izzat (Might), 165 B.E. – Wednesday, September 10, 2008 about 3:36 PM Pacific Time It's Wednesday again, the day that occurs in the precise middle of the week. Three days proceed it and three days follow it. It occurs 52 times a year without fail. It's hump day. It's midweek reflection day, but this week I'm not going to look at the events of the past three days. It's Wednesday, September 10, 2008 and tomorrow is the anniversary of 9/11. Tomorrow is also the day that Follow the Leader: Journal Edition begins another run for 2008. I'm scheduled to make the Leading entry on September 12, the day after the 9/11 anniversary. So far this week, I've been out every day. Sunday evening, I attended the Feast of 'Izzat at a friends house. Monday I went to work and to a dental appointment. Tuesday I went to work in the morning and in the afternoon paid my Internet provider. For the first time this year, I managed to get the money in before the due date (today). Wednesday, Thursday and Friday morning I'm planning on going to work and possibly get gas. Friday I should receive a pay check through the mail, so I will have to deposit it Friday afternoon. Saturday I'm not planning on going anywhere; this doesn't mean something won't come up and force me out of the house, but that's the only way I will go out. |
| Fidál (Grace), 2 ‘Izzat (Might), 165 B.E. – Monday, September 8, 2008 about 11:00 PM Pacific Time I went to the dentist again, the nurse took impression for my denturs and he pulled four teeth. My appointment was at 1:00 PM Monday, September 9 and my mother's appointment, with the same dentist, was at 2:00 PM. After the dentist filled some of Mom's teeth, we came home. We arrived home around 3:00 PM, just about the time the Novocain wore off. I was in pain. On scale of 1 to 10, 1 being the lowest and 10 the worst, I was a 7 or 8. I took one of the prescription pain pills the dentist prescribed at my last appointment and went to bed. I woke up at 9:00 PM wondering what day it was. This always happens when I go to bed extremely early, I wake up and wonder what day it is. Waking up before midnight confuses me, I think that I've slept 24 hours straight. After looking outside, I decided it must still be Monday. I turned on the computer and sure enough it was still Monday. I no longer have the pain I did before I went to sleep. I am rested and feel great. There is pain, but nothing that is distracting. I hate it when the pain is distracting. The only time I take a pain pill of any type, prescription of nonprescription, is when the pain is so distracting that I can't focus. So here I am wide awake and not wanting to go to bed. The house is silent and it isn't thundering outside anymore. The only thing for me to do is either write, say prayers or read. I chose writing since I said all my prayers, but didn't get a lot of writing completed before going to bed. Not that I could have focused on what I was writing anyway. |
| Kamál (Perfection), 1 ‘Izzat (Might), 165 B.E. – Monday, September 8, 2008 about 5:54 AM Pacific Time Daily Writing Practice Prompt for September 8, 2008 is _____ is th ecolor I remember. Red is the ecolor I remember. The bold red of a stop light visible from four blocks away on a cloudy day. The color that shouts stop don't go any further. It's the color of sin, of the red light district in small towns and large cities across the United States. Red is the ecolor I remember. I want this color when I buy a new designer dress. I want a bright red designer dress. I don't care if the designer is living or dead. I don't care if the dress is new or previously owned. There is a dress shop in Las Vegas called Designing Women, which sells previously owned dresses and women's suites created by famous designers. Red is the ecolor I remember. The color that takes my breath away and brings back memories of a semihappy childhood. I remember rolling a ball rolling across the floor to a blonde cocker spaniel named Patsy. I remember pulling a wagon with one of my sibling sitting. I remember a summer dress that I wore to the Lake in early July. I remember fireworks exploding into a rainbow of colors. Red is the ecolor I remember. It isn't my favorite color any more, but it's the one I remember most. |
| Jamál (Beauty), 19 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Sunday, September 7, 2008 about 1:23 PM Pacific Time There I was kicking figuratively kicking myself because I had to go after a prescription today. I called the meds in Friday and time given to pick them up was after 11:30 today. Since I enough up to this morning, I opted to pick them up today. I got busy and didn't want to take time to pick the bottle up. I wouldn't have picked it up if I didn't need one of the pills Monday morning. Anyway, Mom was depressed and I was on the verge of tears. I asked Mom is she wanted to go with me and she agreed. That short outing to Wal-Mart and back home did us a world of good. That short drive and getting out changed our outlook entirely. I suspect it was being in direct sunlight that affect our moods. From now on, when either of us is down, I'm going to get us into direct sunlight. I don't remember noticing this affect before today. However, it is possible that I was just too busy with other problems to notice. The affect today was so dramatic, I couldn't help but notice it. I'm going to start keeping track of my moods and when I'm down going outside. I wonder if I have a problem with Seasonal Affective Disorder. I know I’m more depressed in the winter then in the summer. I haven’t gotten out as much this summer as I usually do and I seem to be more depressed. I haven’t discussed it with a doctor because I have other more pressing medical problems. |
| Jalál (Glory), 18 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Saturday, September 6, 2008 about 2:54 PM Pacific Time As a child, in Blackwell, Oklahoma, my favorite day of the week was Saturday. That was the day grandpa usually took us to the lake. I don't remember the name of the lake because we always called it The Lake. Anyway we went either Friday night or Saturday morning and stayed until Sunday afternoon, it was a weekly ritual. Now I think my favorite day of the week is Sunday. At least, this month it is Sunday. Specifically tomorrow, because I will attend the Feast of 'Izzat (Might) tomorrow night. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day because I have to pick up a prescription after 11:30 AM. It is interesting how things have changed over the last fifty or sixty years. My grandmother could not pick up her prescriptions on Sunday, because the pharmacy was closed that day. Now almost all pharmacies are open on Sunday and even on holidays, so you can pick up your meds then. Saturday's were spent swimming and water skiing with my grandparents. Memories return visions of grandpa skiing or driving the boat. |
| Istiqlál (Independence), 17 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Friday, September 5, 2008 about 5:01 AM Pacific Time I like getting up before dawn. This morning I woke up at about 1:30 AM, I don't know precisely what time I woke up because the clock is in the living room. I woke up and laid in bed a few minutes looking out my bedroom window at the darkness. I was wide awake looking at the predawn darkness. I sit up and then got out of bed. I put my right foot on the floor first; I realized this morning that when I get out of bed my right foot touches the floor first. Anyway, I found my socks, put them on and got out of bed. I also realized that I don't like walking barefoot even in the house. When I arrived in the living room, the clock read 1:30 AM. The clock is in the living room because it is an alarm clock. The original reason for putting it in there was to force me to get up, find the clock and turn it off. It prevented me from going back to bed. However, for the past nine or ten months I've gotten up before the alarm goes off. Apparently, I no longer need to put the alarm clock in the living room. I like sitting at my computer or on the couch and watching the sky change from black velvet to blue silk. As I look out right now, I can see the subtle change in the sky suggesting that the sun is approaching the eastern horizon and in Las Vegas, the sunrises behind Sunrise Mountain. There are two mountains on the eastern side Las Vegas, which people refer to as Sunrise Mountain. One of them is actually Sunrise Mountain and the other is Frenchman's Mountains. Citizens of Las Vegas confuse these two mountains all the time. Dawn approaches it's feline form stalking the ebony mice of night. |
| ‘Idál (Justice), 15 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Wednesday, September 3, 2008 about 4:29 AM Pacific Time It is Wednesday morning of trash pick up day in my neighborhood. The curb in front of my house is full of trash. I has been full of trash since Saturday or Sunday. The garbage trucks came last Saturday and emptied the trashcans last week. After the trash was emptied Chis came to clean the backyard. He finished that and put the cans out to the curb. My neighbor trimmed the oleanders, bundled the limbs up and put them at the curb. Trashcans and bundles of limbs have set on the curb waiting for today. I have a reprieve from taking trashcans to the curb until either Friday evening or early Saturday morning. I think I'm going to aim for Friday evening. For some reason it's easier for me to take trash to the curb the evening before the scheduled pick up time. It isn't that I'm not up that early, it's just that the cans need to be on the curb before 7:00 AM and I have other things to do then lug trashcans to the curb. Trashcans at the curb aluminum and plastic waiting for the hungry garbage truck to arrive and relieve them of their treasure. During their long service to this house the aluminum cans have aged, have acquired the scars of service as week by week their burdens become someone elses problem. That is as far as I gotten on my trash pick up poem. I think I wrote another one a couple of years ago. I will have to find it and see if it needs rewriting. I'm not sure where the present poem is going. I'm attempting some type of metaphor or simile, but I'm just not sure what it is this morning. |
| Fidál (Grace), 14 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Tuesday, September 2, 2008 about 4:33 AM Pacific Time I'm thinking about laundry this morning because I checked the cloths left in the dryer last night. The cloths were still a little damp so I ran them through the dry cycle again. I don't know if the dryer was overloaded or Mom didn't put the cycle on long enough to dry them. It's difficult for Mom to see timer mechanism on the dryer, so sometimes she doesn't put them on long enough. Anyway, I got to thinking about laundry or as Grandma Newland called it "The Washing". For years Grandma had old agitator washer, which ran by either electricity or an attached motor. I can't exactly remember which at this point. That washer had a wringer to squeeze the excess water out of the cloths before putting them into the rinse tubs. Grandma used that washer until Grandpa bought her an automatic washer. He never bought her a dryer, only because she didn't want one she liked hanging her wet cloths outside on the line to dry. I asked Mom how Grandma did "The Washing" before they invented washing machines. Grandma used a washtub and a scrub board. Mom said that in spring and summer she would put the tub outside under a tree and "do the washing" in the front or back yard. I remember Grandma using a scrub board for extremely dirty cloths, but I don't remember her using a tub to do laundry. My memories of Grandma and laundry day consist of the wringer washing machine and rinse tubs. Grandma always put her cloths through two rinses and one of the rinses had bluing in the water. I think the best way to retrieve all the laundry day memories is to do a focused free write. Perhaps attempt ten or fifteen minutes using the working title "The Washing" and see what I remember. |
| Kamál (Perfection), 13 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Monday, September 1, 2008 about 3:50 AM Pacific Time There are four months left in 2008 and this election year will end. We will have a new president sworn in January 2009. Each year seems to pass more quickly then the one before. Time moves swiftly like an ocean tide coming into shore. The tide comes in bringing starfish to the shore line. The tide goes out leaving many of those same starfish stranded on the beach. We are living in an age of transition. Our descendant will look back on the 21st centaury and wonder at the events. They will ask why we took the actions we took. They may even ask why we elected the politicians we did. They will be living in a world culture, whose foundations we are constructing today. They will be living in a world at peace with itself, a world that is united despite the difference of culture and religion. Our descendants will see humanity as a diverse and single species. The differences of color, religion, nation and political opinion will still be present, but our descendants will view these things from a completely different perspective. Our descends will have more important things to worry about then fighting over small differences. Our descendants will confront global warming, even more so then we do today. Our descendants will confront issues of planetary colonization. One way we can assist our descendants, our great grandchildren and their grandchildren, is to leave behind our thoughts saved in journals and burned onto CDs. Our descendants will have technology, but the technology will be more advanced that what we have today. We need to leave something for them that will help them understand the world we live in and why we made the decisions, we made. |
| Jamál (Beauty), 12 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Sunday, August 31, 2008 about 7:50 Pacific Time Let's celebrate a "workingmen's holiday", Acclaim the social and economic accomplishments of Both women and men; Of all work to earn their daily bread and Raise the standard of living for their families or just to survive. Day off from work or not American workers celebrate their day, even if there is Yet a lot of work to be done. Websites Labor Day poem #1: The Last Saturday in August - http://poet999.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-saturday-in-august.html Labor Day poem #2: The Last Sunday in August - http://poet999writingthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-sunday-in-august.html The History of Labor Day - http://www.dol.gov/opa/aboutdol/laborday.htm |
| Where has the year gone? Only four months left in 2008 and what have I achieved. Well, I became a Foster Grandparent and ... I don't know what else to put here just yet. I finally decided on my theme for my 2008 political poem. It just doesn't seem right not to write a political poem in a presidential election year. So I'm going to write one again this year. Writing a political poem seems difficult this year, I don't know why. Maybe it's because I'm not looking at as much T.V. and the commercials were what pissed me off in previous election years. I'm still registered to vote and I will vote in the general election just as I did in the primary. I will also work the polls. They pay good money for me to stay at my station all day and process voters. However, I'm not sure I'm doing it just for the money. All though I suppose money is a good reason. I know one thing, this November I'm taking something a little more substantial the veggie burgers. Don't get me wrong, I like veggies. However, I also like a little meat go go along with them. |
| Jalál (Glory), 11 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Saturday, August 30, 2008 about 9:41 AM Pacific Time Sometimes my mind wanders into the blue firmament past gray-white clouds to find my muse sitting in the center of a field of rain drops crying scarlet tears because she can't remember how to find her way home. My muse is like me in this respect she is directionally challenged and has attack of C.R.S., which is probably why I write poems like this when I fully intended to write something else; something that reflected the title a little closer then this poem. |
| Idál (Justice), 8 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Wednesday, August 27, 2008 about 6:36 PM Pacific Time This has been an interesting week. I am back to work and working five hours a day. Monday the city repaved the street in front of our house, so I had to park on Bruce (a side street) overnight. It also rained on Monday and I had the dry heaves again. I am beginning to think that something I am eating is causing me problems. On Tuesday I had a new taste experience, ate a hand full of chocolate covered coffee beans from Costa Rica. Today at work I got to play with a rain stick from Costa Rica. When you turn the rain stick, it sounds just like rain. Mom had an appointment with the dentist on Tuesday she had a tooth filled. I changed my dental appointment from Friday, August 29 to Monday, September 8 and to an office closer to home, mom's next appointment in on September 8 right after mine. We are seeing the same dentist and at the same office now. So I do not have to make two different trips to two different offices a real gas saver. I changed my appointment to donate blood from today to Monday, September 1. It seems that the only time united blood services are closed is on Christmas Day. I may have put that in an earlier blog entry. I am one of the poets reading on Women's Poetry Night, in September. I will post the date later when I post the names of the poems I am goling to read. I have ten minutes to read so I need to practice the poems and check my time. It should be interesting because I do not have a working watch and only one working clock in the house, besides the one on the computer. |
| Fidál (Grace), 7 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Monday-Tuesday, August 26, 2008 about 6:25 PM Pacific Time This is a brainstorming entry. I am attempting to remember Labor Day celebrations from my childhood. The problem is that I cannot remember any special thing we did for Labor Day. I associate hot dogs and watermelon with both Labor Day and the Fourth of July. So I suspect that we went picnicking on Labor Day. My grandparents had a mobile home at a lake near Blackwell, Oklahoma. I cannot remember the name of the lake. When we went there we always said "We are going to the Lake" or "We went to the Lake last weekend." No name was ever mentioned because it was assumed that when you spoke of The Lake you meant the one near Blackwell. I can do research to find out the name of the lake, that is not my problem. My problem is that I cannot remember anything special about Labor Day weekend. I think Grandpa may have been off work that day, but I am not sure about that. How do I write a poem about a holiday, which has no special memories for me? I could take another approach to the Labor Day poem. I do not need to put childhood memories in with the exception of hot dogs and watermelon. For Labor Day Poem My grandfather grew watermelons We ate hot dogs with mustard and relish We fished I am giving blood this Labor Day Those are the only things I have come up with so far. Perhaps I should choose a poetry form. Using a specific form usually helps me when I am not sure what approach to take with a poem. I like working with poetry forms because they stretch my talent and make me work harder to get good results. |
| Kamál (Perfection), 6 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Monday, August 25, 2008 5:46 PM Pacific Time I have a new obsession; it's making my minimum daily word count goal. I suppose that for a writer there could be a lot worse obsessions. At least, this one accomplishes something. How do I know it is an obsession? Because I am ill and instead of being in bed attempting to recover, so I can go to work tomorrow, I am making a blog entry. There is no logical reason for this. I am thirsty, which usually indicates I may be really ill. I am cranky also a good indication that I am ill. So instead of being in bed being miserable. I am setting at the computer being miserable. Not only that, but I lost the poem I wrote today. I have no idea where I put it. I will eventually find it, of course, but in the mean time I am going to have to compose another poem for my Year of the Poem manuscript. I think the poem was about morning prayers and mourning doves. On the other hand, I could just put off making the entry in that journal until if find the poem. It was a short poem and would not increase my word count by more then twenty words. Of course, that could mean the difference between making the word count and not making it. Maybe I need to take a day off and relax. On a side not, we finally got rain this afternoon. It thundered and then it rained it was beautiful. I love the sound of thunder. It did not lightning though. |
| Jamál (Beauty), 5 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Sunday, August 24, 2008 about 4:44 Pacific Time I go back to work on Monday, August 25 at 8:00 AM. I have a freezer full of meat (thanks to my brother). I have an entire shelf of rice and beans ready to cook. I have cans of all sorts of different veggies and fruit. I have enough coffee for about fourteen days and enough coffee filters for seven days. When I check my checking account this morning, it was in the black. I have exceeded my word count goal for five days in a row. I think I have enough gas in the tank to get me to work and Mom to the dentist. I have a dentist appointment Friday, but I am considering calling up and rescheduling. Friday is the 29th and when I made the appointment, I forgot I had to be across town at I;00 PM. I don't think I will be out in time to make the dentist appointment. I am disappointed about the dentist appointment because I was looking forward to having another tooth pulled. My Internet connection is acting up again. I know why it act up, but at this point there isn't anything I can do about it. Therefore, I am just going to have to save my blog entries every few minutes. Clouds litter the sky teasing with the promise of rain to the quench the desert's thirst. I hope I can sleep tonight, what with the excitement of going back to work tomorrow and still too much work to do here at home. I am not going to do housework in the middle of the night. I would rather set at the computer and work online then do housework in the middle of the night. Perhaps I will try something different tonight and read a book instead of going online. |
| Jalál (Glory), 4 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Saturday, August 23, 2008 about 8:12 AM Pacific Time It happened again, exactly twenty-nine days after the first time, the doorbell rings at midnight. All right, I know that sounds like a mystery novel and I think that is a good title for such a novel. However, I would like to know who ring my doorbell on July 25 and August 23 at midnight. Each time the doorbell rings three times and woke me up from a sound sleep. I got up, went to the front door and looked out the window in the door. I saw no one standing on my stoop, so I opened the door. My security screen door locks from the inside, so I felt no real worry about opening it. I looked out and saw no one. I went into the living room and looked out the window and still saw no one. If this happens again then the next date will be September 21, 2008. I can't say I'm looking forward to the event. When I'm awakened from a sound sleep, I can't get back to sleep for two or three hours. So rather then lay in bed attempting the impossible, I get up, turn the computer on and do some work online. After a couple of hours of work I'm sleepy and can go to bed. The problem with this is that my entire day is screwed up. At least, this time it was a Saturday and not a Friday when I had to be to work at 8:30 AM. The only thing I've gotten out of this experience is the beginning of a poem. The Doorbell Rings at Midnight Bring! Bring! Bring! Three times the doorbell rings Outside the night is dark And the neighbors' dogs bark. I go to the front door and look out No one can be seen anywhere about. So I open the door and listen to the night to the barking of dogs and the siren's song. |
| Istiqlál (Independence), 3 Asma (Names), 165 B.E. – Friday, August 22, 2008 about 7:32 AM PDT I realized this morning, while I was making entries in my offsite blogs that there are several events and commemorations I didn’t write poems for last year. Of course, 2007 wasn't a good year for me. If I 2007 was a bottle of wine, it would be sour, bitter and probably taste like the inside of an old shoe. Not that drink wine any more or even remember what it taste like, but I'm sure good wine doesn't taste like the inside of an old shoe. Anyway, to get back to the subject of this entry, I'm sure I didn't write a poem for writing.com's birthday. I'm also sure I didn't write a poem commemorating September 11. I didn't write a poem for Labor Day or Halloween (at least I don't think I wrote a poem for Halloween). October 31 is also the day Nevada became a state and it is when I joined writing.com If my memory serves me correctly, which I doubt sometimes, those are the only day I didn't commemorate in a poem. I'm going to correct that this year. I'm going to write a poem for each one of those and probably some other days I didn't write poem about in 2007. Life seems to be leveling out for me. It would be nice if it started going up hill, but I'm happy with level ground for a while. Let's face it climbing a hill or a mountain can be difficult, so a period of level ground is a nice change from going either down hill or up hill. Poems I to write in 2008 Labor Day September 11 Halloween Nevada Day My writing.com birthday Commemorating becoming a Baha'i Commemorating the day of my birth |
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