1. Besides left over Easter goodies, what’s something currently kept in a basket at your house?
I don’t have a whole lot of baskets but baby’s hamper is an actual basket.
Yes, I knew his surname. No I have not seen the chapel in person. And I do aim high and seem to miss often but it also pushes me to keep trying.
5. The value of _________________________is greatly overrated.
Everyone seems to think Apple products are so great but I just don’t get it.
7. It’s Poetry Month…share a favorite poem, either the title, a few lines you find meaningful, or the whole kit and caboodle.
Since I work in the English department, I know quite a few poets and most will disagree that Billy Collins’ work has any value. Personally, I love his stuff. He takes something so mundane and makes you feel good about it. Here is a poem called “I go back to the house for a book”.
and go back to the house for a book,
something to read at the doctor’s office,
and while I am inside, running the finger
of inquisition along a shelf,
another me that did not bother
to go back to the house for a book
heads out on his own,
rolls down the driveway,
and swings left toward town,
a ghost in his ghost car,
another knot in the string of time,
a good three minutes ahead of me—
a spacing that will now continue
for the rest of my life.
Sometimes I think I see him
a few people in front of me on a line
or getting up from a table
to leave the restaurant just before I do,
slipping into his coat on the way out the door.
But there is no catching him,
no way to slow him down
and put us back in synch,
unless one day he decides to go back
to the house for something,
but I cannot imagine
for the life of me what that might be.
He is out there always before me,
blazing my trail, invisible scout,
hound that pulls me along,
shade I am doomed to follow,
my perfect double,
only bumped an inch into the future,
and not nearly as well-versed as I
in the love poems of Ovid—
I who went back to the house
that fateful winter morning and got the book.
8. Insert your own random thought here.
I never managed to post yesterday because I had to go home for Isaac and his mysterious virus (I’ll post it all tomorrow, I think). Everyone seems back to normal today… except me. My allergies have kicked into high gear and I’m suffering. I have taken medication, yes. I have taken essential oils, yes. They work… for a time. My eyes are crunchy; crinkly. The best way I can describe them is that they feel like that thin paper often found in a new folded dress shirt. I look like I’ve been either sneezing or crying and my face is tender. This morning I had a headache to end all headaches, but the Aleve seems to have lessened it slightly; or it’s this venti latte. Either way, that part feels alright. Tell me, do you suffer from allergies? What do you do to alleviate your symptoms?