Dear Reader,
Could someone please tell me where today went? The day is at an end and I still have things on my list and how?
Word Raccoon has been hyper all day, almost from the moment she woke. I wanted to blame the coffee, but she only had one cup. It was so bad I made her go to the gym and row for 20 minutes, which only helped a little and she went too fast and her knees are now like, “Ma’am. You know better.”
But she did do lots of side quests.
And she did start the day by writing three poems on the porch, before the heat took on a personality and grew a moustache.
Again, we are in the midst of “the list is so dang long and really, will it ever shrink?” She was accused today of having a brain fever, which is not far from the truth.
Among her more interesting ideas today:
- She took three pieces of art off the bathroom wall, and immediately thought she should display them and all further deaccessioned artwork in the garage in her own, wait for it, Salon de Refusé.
- She ordered a menu holder and intends to display different poems each week, her “poetry specials.”
Why did she do this?
Beats me.
But hey, I had to put up with her all damn day, so if that’s what it took to keep her content for even one minute, so be it.
Now, I’m hoping she lets me submit some poetry tonight. There are still 14 tasks she’d like to do because she says I didn’t let her create any beauty today.
We wrote three poems, you greedy animal. This was a planning and doing all the things day, sweet raccoon.
I am just grateful there was a pan of lasagna in the freezer, because brunch was cereal and from there I knew the raccoon was not going to allow me to cook.
BUT WHAT DID SHE DO? I mean, I could tally up what she did, I guess, but those things shouldn’t have taken more than a couple of hours. Could she secretly have a timemachine or something? I don’t know.
Today we:
Wrote poetry
Ate brunch
Went to the gym
Trimmed a rogue tile in the down bath from last night (yes, I did some feature tile in the dungeon last night)
Planned future household projects
Ordered a few supplies
Ate a snack
Opened packages and found places for/use for review items
(Okay, that took some time.)
Communicated with various family members
Transferred a rug from the hallway to the bathroom after hunting down (and menacingly moving items about that were beneath the cabinet) and attaching those little stay-in-place fastener thingies
Located the new fan for a bedroom in the seasonal closet (We’ve only had it two years now. Why install it now, am I right?)
Checked the garage to be sure it was still dry (Not a roof leak after all – perhaps ghosts gargling shots?)
Tried on my new belt and complained because WR likes fashion belts, not functional belts, on herself. But she also likes to keep her shorts up, so…and also, these belts are tolerably cute.
I wisely did not allow WR any more caffeine after breakfast, and she’s just barely calm enough to keep seated ATM. She just wants to do everything now, now now.
She also wrote some song lyrics that make absolutely no sense but make her chortle:
I am my existentialist uncle.
That was inspired by a new TV show with alternate dimensions in it and a morning show host asking the cast about the show.
She watched a TV show and a half, I think, too.
Do the YouTube videos she played while opening packages count? While she began one Very Serious literary video (which she might return to later), she soon tuned to lighter fare.
She hoisted two bags of clothes onto the porch that she is donating (The clothes, not the porch.)
After a brain fever day, she typically feels almost ill, drained. I’m not feeling ill yet, but I am feeling like tomorrow is going to be a bitch.
And I never did read Rilke for tomorrow. I guess that’s a Monday problem.
All best and you know the rest, right? 😘
Drema
P.S. I convinced the literary varmint to settle enough to submit three packets. Rereading one of the poems, “In Lieu of Flowers,” (not what you imagine) stung. I wish I had enough for a fourth in me.
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