Ralph sent me the perfect video to describe what he thinks happens just in old age. I contend that it happens to be my entire life, not just old age – sad for me!
Over 20 years ago I wrote these two poems which I think actually were published at the time.
Vacation Cleaning Schedule
I want a show case home, small, but neat as a pin. I wipe the kitchen counter, and notice messy drawers within.
So I clean a drawer or two, put things in proper places. Gosh – something from the garage – I walk a few more paces.
Hmmm. Guinea pig saw dust bag, I really should clean their cages right now before I forget. I was right. It’s been ages.
It’s my garden’s fertilizer, but look at the weeds out here! I’ll stop right now and pull them up, or they’ll take over, I fear.
Weeds remind me of my yard. It really does need trimming. I’ll get the weed eater started at least get the front before swimming.
The spa needs chlorinating. It’s been three days at least. I’ll just turn it on and come back. Whew – I’d better first take my yeast.
Let’s see, what was I doing? Getting yeast and vitamin B in the cabinet next to the sink. Toast crumbs and dishes I see.
I want a show case home. I know just what to do. I’ll make a list and check things off until it’s cleaned all through.
Now where is my paper? Back towards the office again, my showcase home is just in sight, it just looks a bit lived in.
The other poem was an experiment in simple rhyming verse. I tried all kinds of styles of poetry mostly haiku, pantoums, rondels, and limericks. I’m going to type the verses here all together like I did the top poem because I don’t like the way they are spaced otherwise.
When I have too many things to do, I only want to read. And when I have a deadline, too, even chores will supersede.
My list will say grade math, and do my lesson plans, but doesn’t doggie need a bath, and my trash put into cans?
My cupboards will be spotless. My computer will be bare. The dust that causes such a mess floats once more in the air.
But will my math be graded? Term papers done on time? Or will my flowers be shaded by that just-planted spindly vine?