Just play: don't look at your hands! |
Now that we've made it through the first week of low carb dieting, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm tired of eggs already, but will just have to be more inventive I guess. Losing some massive amounts of weight seems only fair--a gift to my knees that have carried me around for so long so well. A bribe to continue doing so, yeah that too. Only three of us showed up at the poetry group Monday. Here's how it went: Polly: Well, anyone have any good prompts to use to get us started? Durwood: We can use the list, can't we? (The list we've been adding to from time to time.) Me: How about something about the new year? Polly: That's too depressing. Durwood: How can anything good happen in a year numbered with a 13? Polly reads list. Polly: Does anything strike anyone? Durwood: I don't care. Anything you like. Polly: How about you, Wren? Me: I like Things I need to find. Polly: That's so depressing. I've lost too much, too much. But all right, I'll give it a try. It did not turn out to be a very good topic for any of us, evidently, but I think I'll try it again on my own. Since I'm in the closet and drawer cleaning mode, I'm finding a lot of things I don't need. Maybe I'll find some I do. What's this haiku daily? Where do I look? |