A Slice of Tuesday

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It’s Tuesday!

I don’t really have anything to say to you
But you’re here
So I guess you heard
It’s Tuesday
And I write on Tuesdays.

I didn’t have anywhere to go, or really any time
But I did take a walk
It’s a sunny day
It’s Tuesday
And it’s April and it feels like spring.

I don’t know any answers to your questions
But I am thinking
I am overthinking, I mean
It’s Tuesday
And I live way too deep in my head.

I didn’t really have anything to say to you
But you stopped by
And it’s the First Tuesday of April
It’s Tuesday!
And sometimes, sometimes I write on Tuesdays.

#sol21 March 31 Writers

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I did it.

31 days.

and even though today
each
word
and
thought
was
interrupted
Like even these words, friends. Even these thoughts-
Interrupted by people I love needing me
calling my name,
“Mama”
telling me things, asking me things, fighting in the other room…

I did it.
Even today.

7 Marches, now 8 Marches.

March 2014 March 2015 March 2016 March2017 March 2018 March 2019 March 2020

March 2021

And this year I finally convinced a group of teachers to write with me.
I’m so proud of them!
Some wrote a handful of times, others wrote each of the 31 days.
Some are “my teachers” I coach
Some are teachers across town
One’s a librarian
One’s an intern
One’s a principal
All of us are
Writers!

And my coach heart and my writing heart and my teacher heart
are so very very proud.

#sol21 March 30 I’ve run out of metaphors

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(Warning, this slice includes an expletive.)

I’ve run out of ways to express the metaphors
for the things I can’t tell you

But

Someone spilled chocolate ice cream on the tablecloth yesterday
The tablecloths is one of those pretty ones from Home Goods
It has birds and flowers, lavender and periwinkle and the perfect spring green
And now it has a splotch of chocolate ice cream
I’m writing this while staring at that splotch
Listen, it was an accident
An overzealous lover of vegan ice cream tipped a little out of his bowl
And I think that it will wash out with a little bit of the right detergent
I mean, it might not be exactly stain-free, but it would be splotch free
It would be good, the stain would tell a story like tablecloth stains do
That splotch doesn’t have to stay there, rotting the tablecloth
But first I’d have to stop writing
Clear the table
And decide to put the tablecloth
in the f#$%^N washing machine

I’ve run out of ways to express the metaphors
for the things I can’t tell you

But I’m still writing

#sol21 March 29 Pajamas

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“What are we going to do now?” E asks after dinner and then adds “Do you have like a bunch of work to do?”

“Not too much,” I start saying “I just want to -“

“Put your pajamas on?” He interrupts.

It’s a good guess, but I was going to say write.

“Well, that, and slice,” I explain as I laugh to myself about how my kids know me so well. They probably think it’s odd that I didn’t already have my pajamas on at dinner.

I’m sure I complained about pajama time when I was a kid, but now it’s my favorite time.

And that’s saying something, since I work from home and wear fuzzy socks all day.

#sol21 March 28 Mindful Meditation Practice

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I’m trying to put myself first, or at least as one of many top priorities. You’d think this would be easy work, but alas, it is not. One thing I’m working on is my mindfulness and meditation practice. I am not a natural at this.

Last night while L was out and the boys were busy with a minecraft build, I downloaded a new meditation app to try: A free trial of special mindscapes. You have to listen with earbuds or headphones because it’s 3D sound. I settled into a nook in the couch, put my airpods in and started.

I looked at my clock and realized my newly licensed daughter hadn’t contacted me for over 2 hours. And I had forgotten to give her a curfew even. I don’t know what kind of mom just doesn’t even think to give her 17 year old a time to come home, but I just didn’t. There’s one rule that I did remind her of though – you have to text when you arrive somewhere, and text when you leave somewhere. (Thanks, Mardi for this rule idea.) She hadn’t called or texted since letting me know she had “arrived on the mountain.” It’s a hard rule to remember, I think. But, we can do hard things. Right?

So I paused the meditation after it told me I’d need 20 minutes of distraction free time. I texted L, I called her, I left a message. Mr. Thought did the same. Even though I knew that it was most likely that she had forgotten to text when she left, and her phone was dutifully put away in her bag and she was driving. . . I can jump from mindfulness to full blown worry pretty quickly. (This is why I need the app, friends)

Finally (and by finally I mean less than 10 minutes later) she called to tell me that she was on her way home, and that she hadn’t seen my texts or calls because her phone was dutifully put away in her bag and she was driving.

I started the introduction meditation again, but realized that it would totally freak me out to be jolted out of meditation when she arrived home and the dog started barking. So, I paused it again.

She got home, the boys came upstairs, I sent them all up to get ready for bed.

“I’ll be up soon, after I do this meditation,” I told them. “Please don’t yell for me.” I was feeling pretty desperate for mindfulness.

I settled into another nook of the couch, with my airpods in – noise cancelation on and started the meditation for a third time.

It’s a neat app, but the voice at first sounds a little freaky in a dystopian-robot-mind-control sort of way. So I texted Mr. Thought to warn him not to startle me because it will freak me out. I laughed at myself for not trusting the meditation app, for letting the mindfulness app freak me out, and I started to settle in. I reminded myself I was safe, in my house and had taken care of things that would startle me. I started to relax into the soundscape.

Then I felt a hand on my shoulder.

That’s not a hand I told my brain. It is a cat, here to snuggle.

Then I opened my eyes and it was a hand.

I startled, friends. I may have jumped a bit.

It was E. My 11 year old thought I was sleeping and gently put his hand on my shoulder so that he wouldn’t startle me. But I wasn’t sleeping, and I did startle. Of course he felt terrible, and I told him it was okay, while taking some deep breaths to calm myself down.

I laughed to myself about my attempts at mindfulness and invited him to sit next to me. He snuggled in, I finished my meditation session, and he fell asleep.

I guess that’s why they call it a meditation practice. Because, I for one, still need a lot of practice.

#Sol21 March 27 Saturday

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I’ve brought my laptop to the deck. My laptop, my to do list and my dog.
The birds are chirping and there’s just a hint of green – Not really in my backyard that is basically a yard of mud and sticks and moss and trees. But out there, somewhere, there is green.

“Did you notice how suddenly the grass is green?” H asked me this morning. And I looked at the front yard and that is when I noticed.

“I love hearing the birds chirping through the phone” my friends said to me this morning. And I listened and that is when I noticed.

Now I’m sitting on my deck, with my laptop and my dog.
I’m thinking about my to do list. I really have a lot of work to do, no joke.
And I love the work that I have to do, no joke.

But did I mention that the birds are chirping and calling?
Did you know my dog is snoozing in the sun?
I can hear kids playing a few yards away.

This must be how procrastination starts. I feel like I’ve paused time for a moment to examine it – that moment of decision: Work or sit back and listen to the birds, maybe read a book? I still don’t know what I’ll decide. Maybe make a cup of tea. Should I go inside and get my notebook, or to the garage to get my favorite deck chair?

I haven’t even mentioned the laundry that is waiting for me inside.

#sol21 March 26 Mining High School Memories

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I used to re-write all my notes to study for Social Studies tests
Margie and I would sit and eat Pizza Hut pizza in her den and quiz each other
I failed Latin though, basically, in 9th grade – Maybe it was a D.
My teacher paused at my desk and quietly suggested I try Spanish the next year
I loved Spanish

I used to play the piano really fast for recitals
I was up on a stage and I guess I just zoomed through
I loved the way the keys felt, but it was hard to make the time to practice
I quit in eleventh grade and focused on my acting
I loved acting

I used to decorate my bedroom door with intense messages
Animal Rights, Women’s Rights, Quotes and sarcasm too
I was the president of the Animal Rights Club in High School, or maybe co-president
We met in the art teacher’s room and hung signs in the hallway
I loved activism

I used to…
I spoke Spanish
I played the piano
I performed plays
I marched for causes

#sol21 March 25 Mardi – I use Carmex now

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Mardi –

I use Carmex now.
I say now – even though I just got it from Target yesterday
I say Target – even though I didn’t go into Target, I just pulled up to the drive up spot so they could load my bags in
I say my bags – even though it was just one bag: Carmex, tea, washer wash
I say Carmex, tea, washer wash – even though there was also a bag of vegan chocolate covered coconut

My point is,
I use Carmex now
and even though I think you used the original and mine is strawberry
well, the pack came with cherry and mint too, but my current open Carmex is strawberry
even though mine might be a little different
every time I use it,
I think of you and your Carmex
and how it seemed like it was always just there, almost unnoticeable, but there
like on your van console
like on your classroom desk
like in your pocket
once I think you dropped it in the parking lot and then found it at the end of the day or the next day or something and I remember asking you if you were sure it was yours?

Memories are weird but
I use Carmex now
because my lips have been so dry
the last time I saw you, I think there was a Carmex on your night stand
I can’t be sure, but I think it was there, almost unnoticeable, but there
next to the glass of water with the straw
and you were thirsty
and I gave you sips of your water
and we said I love you
and you said you were so glad I stopped by
and I was glad to stop by

– Ona

#sol21 March 24 Laundry Confession

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Laundry Confession

I swear I organized my closet a few months ago
But things have piled up in there
One good thing about it though –
Now I know which clothes I always wear

I haven’t put my laundry away in weeks
It’s in a pile by my bed, on my floor
One good thing about it though –
I don’t even need to go in my messy closet anymore

My washing machine wasn’t working for awhile
Wouldn’t spin, or drain or clean or bubble
One good thing about it though –
It was just a sock in the bellows causing all the trouble

Now that my washing machine is fixed
I could get caught up with all the laundry
One bad thing about it though –
When it comes to cleaning, I live in a quandary