Showing posts with label mundane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mundane. Show all posts

Monday, January 25, 2016

Balancing Banality


It's too early. Only 3:20.
Now I'm late, it's already 4:18. Up. Slippers, blanket, shivers me limber.
Coffee on, kitchen-sink light, electric fireplace on, computer, charge phone, let Smokey in, let Bandit out.
Log in, open tabs, feed cats, get coffee, stir, sip, must pee, wash hands-warm...
Go through stacks on desk, left to right, read, reply, read, save, share, send, read, post, drink coffee.
All done, next?
For daughter waking up, more lights on, TV, News on, make more coffee, write, watch, read.
Poetry, philosophy, physics.
Stop. Take daughter to school. Thoughts…
Kiss. Goodluck on your test! Rah, rah!
More thoughts.
Done? Home? Yes. Next.
Take shower-towel-smells moldy. Hot water hits head, goosebumps.
Get ideas-hurry, hurry, hurry!
Warm soapy shave in fast strokes, lather, rinse, rinse, rinse.
Hurry...what was it...down the drain-
Next. Clothes.
What do I want to look like today? Someone else, for sure.
Preening Takes Way Too Loooonnngg!
Done getting ready for nothing. Next?
Shoot, chores first. Head down. Sleeves up.
Laundry, dishes, straighten, sweep, trash out, beds...8:17. What's for dinner tonight?
Do crossword puzzle, drink green juice. Nourished. Done. Next.
Shoot, where was I? Who was I working on?
Learn, learn, learn. Write, write, write, there-right there
I am, somewhere
aware.
Nope, Stop. Drop it. Head Down.
Pick up daughter, lend her my ears, shoulder, back.
Stroke pretty little fragile ego. All better.
Done. Home? Already? Okay. Next.
More laundry, more dishes, check the mail, bills, bills, bills.
More coffee. Read. Write. Read.
Interruptions-water plants.Done. Next?
Dinner, studying, Jeopardy, read. Think that I should be writing.
Read in bed. Still think that I should be writing.
It's too late. Read.
Escape, wander free!
Oh! There's me-right before I sleep, a peak, the top of
higher consciousness
falls back into the deep...almost
Done for the day
until the next
thing I get to
do over and over
and over until it's all over.
Unless
I look Up and find
it's a brand new day, never
Done before...

but will I notice?




Image By Marc Stone [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons, 1939.

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