Missing . . . Again

As I am walking away from the car, into Sam’s, I touch my jacket pocket to confirm the presence of my phone. I touch nothing. There is no phone in my pocket. Panic starts to rise. I’ve been here before. Just as quickly the panic subsides. I’ve been no where else. Calmly I walked back to the car to see if it was in the door handle well or if it had fallen out next to my seat. A quick check of the front seat and door confirmed I must have left it at home.

I think back to what I was doing before leaving home. I must have left it on the coffee table when I looked up the phone number of a pizza place. Dumb move, I think to myself. I had several errands, I planned to call in a pizza so I could take it home for lunch when the said errands were complete. Resolutely I resigned myself to sitting and waiting for the pizza instead of breezing in to pick it up.

I trudged into Sam’s to pick up the few items on my list while weighing in my mind do I run home quickly to fetch my phone or just live the old fashioned out-of-touch life for the morning? Back and forth the thoughts volleyed like the ball in a tennis match. No, that’s silly, don’t go home. Yes, go home, what if someone calls? No, you can go an hour without the phone. As I walked out, I’d made the decision . . . I’d run home and drop the Sam’s items off and pick up my phone.

I opened the back door to set my granola and green beans down when I spot my phone lying on the floor behind the driver’s seat. Relief floods through my body as I quickly claim my phone and drop it into my purse, not my pocket this time. No need to return home. The agenda of the day was back on track. FYI: the pizza was delicious! :-)




I was summoned to the backyard to weigh in on landscaping options. The color red catches my eye. Its hue is in juxtaposition with the surrounding colors.


I examine the surrounding area. This is what I discover.


More feathers! I follow the path of feathers. Tracking like an Indian. Take a step, study the ground, move slightly to the left, then to the right. Continue forward until this!

IMG_3531And this!

IMG_3530 (1)Horrors! Slowly it is dawning on me that someone feasted in my yard. I’m puzzled because I remember this from the last snow fall.

IMG_3503The tracks indicate was a scuffle of some sort.

IMG_3502But there were very few feathers scattered on the gleaming snow. Is someone using our backyard for their own personal dining room? Could it be the hawk?

I will have to keep a better lookout on the activities of the backyard.


This Is Just to Say

Yesterday afternoon, as I was grilling my pan of vegetables and dillyburgers, the smoky smell filled the air as it billowed out from the grill and wafted across the yard. As I savored the smell,  I hoped someone was out on their patio or walking the neighborhood so they might be tormented by the grilling smells. Thinking these thoughts reminded me of poems of false apologywcw0002 by William Carlos William. I consulted Gail Carson Levine’s book Forgive Me, I Meant to Do It for guidance as I developed my poem of false apology.

I was grilling 
the burgers and veggies
on my

which made your
mouth salivate
stomach grumble

Forgive me
I savored
every single
grilled morsel

Here is William Carlos William’s original poem.

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold



If You Make Corned Beef . . .

I love corned beef, so I am thrilled when stores put this meat on sale around St. Patrick’s Day. After the dinner with corned beef,  a domino effect influences our meals for the next week. If you make corned beef, you might have some leftovers. Those leftovers will make a great Ruben sandwich.

So if you plan to make a Ruben sandwich, you will need sauerkraut, but you won’t use all the sauerkraut in your sandwich.

Now I need another dinner where I can use sauerkraut. Dillyburgers* on the grill require sauerkraut. But you have to be sure you have propane in the tank for your grill.

Once you have procured the propane you have to install the tank, but you can’t remember how the pieces attached. So you look for the manual, but it is no where to be found. You use Google to find the pdf of the manual for your grill. Now the propane tank is back attached to the grill.

Since you are grilling dillyburgers, you might as well grill a pan of veggies too.

Finally, all the odd ingredients have been used and the dominoes have stopped falling. Now I wonder what’s for dinner tomorrow?

*A dillyburger is a double hamburger patty with a filling of sauerkraut, chopped dill pickles, onion, and mustard between the two thin patties of beef. It is eaten with a knife and fork and not on a bun. We tend to apply a generous portion of ketchup to this meat.

Spoken or Thought?

Early morning, my mind doesn’t always function properly, until coffee has been consumed. I go through the rote motions of preparing my coffee. Take out the coffee filter, two scoops of coffee, pour water in, flip the switch. As these actions are happening on auto pilot my mind begins whirring. Thoughts begin to tumble like the balls in a Bingo game. One  thought jump starts another, never developing a completed thought. My thinking said:

Dinner tonight? Ruben sandwiches, with Tuesday’s corned beef. Taco meat needs to be used. Lunch could be tacos. Tell Mike not to eat lunch. Will get home around noon. Do I have my materials for this this morning ready? Glance over to Mike, he’s reading something. Wait to tell him later. Grab Creepy Carrots. What else do I need to grab for the day? Tell Mike I will fix lunch when I get home. Coffee’s ready, finally.

I fill my cup, settle in on the couch to read a few slices, write a few comments. Fifteen minutes pass. I need to eat breakfast. As I’m preparing my granola and yogurt, I wonder (in my head) did I tell Mike to wait to eat lunch? I can’t remember if I only thought it or have we had the conversation.

“Did I say anything about lunch yet?” I casually inquire.

“No, why?” is the response from Mike.

I had to confess that I couldn’t remember if I actually said something or just thought it.

Wonder what else I’ve thought but forgot to actually say.

Title Fun

The directions are simple:

  1.  Stack your books
  2.  Snap a picture
  3.  Share it

That’s all it takes to create a spine poem. So head to your bookshelves or the library and start stacking books to create a spine poem. Here are my latest poems stacked and ready to tell a tale:

I Wanna New Room There's a Nightmare in My Closet Psssst! It's Me . . . the Bogeyman Walter Was Worried

I Wanna New Room
There’s a Nightmare in My Closet
Psssst! It’s Me . . . the Bogeyman
Walter Was Worried

A Perfectly Messed Up Story Charlies Superhero Underpants Gleam and Glow Just a Second The Chicken-Chasing Queen of Lamar County Flying Solo Again! Chasing Vermeer The Book Thief Where the Wild Things Are Oh, No! The Story Goes On

A Perfectly Messed Up Story
Charlie’s Superhero Underpants
Gleam and Glow
Just a Second
The Chicken-Chasing Queen of Lamar County
Flying Solo
Chasing Vermeer
The Book Thief
Where the Wild Things Are
Oh, No!
The Story Goes On

Finally, this one I would call Ask and Answer

Where Do Balloons Go? Balloons Over Broadway Who Needs a Nose Like That? The New Kid on the Block Are We There Yet? Im Not What Do You Do When Something Wants to Eat You? Move! Whats

Where Do Balloons Go?
Balloons Over Broadway
Who Needs a Nose Like That?
The New Kid on the Block
Are We There Yet?
I’m Not
What Do You Do When Something Wants to Eat You?
What’s Your Favorite Animal? Wolves

What poetry is standing around your shelves waiting to be discovered?