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A Slice of boundaries

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It’s cold in the morning
I pull on slippers, and walk downstairs, still yawning
My 2 cats meow.
Luckily, the dog is still sleeping upstairs.

I want to give myself a prize for remembering to set the coffee timer last night
I turn the heat up a few notches, choose a mug, pour my coffee, sit on the couch
with just a few of my mom’s crocheted blankets.

There’s not actually time to be lonely
Talula, the tabby, is content to sit near me for just a moment
She allows me one or two quick scratches on her soft, soft head
Theodore, the orange and white nudging fluff ball?
He wants constant attention
It’s harder than you think to balance coffee, a cat and a phone
So I alternate: Sip coffee and pet the cat; Flip through emails and pet the cat; Sip coffee and pet the cat; Flip through Facebook and pet the cat. . .

I’m in love with quiet mornings on the couch, and time with my cats without my dog’s jealousy.
(Is this betraying my dog? I don’t know…)
It’s cozy here, but I have responsibilities
Theodore purrs and settles in on my lap
He doesn’t understand that I have to shovel, salt, shower, take the dog out, feed the dog…
All before making sure my kids are up and ready for the bus

I look at Theodore, content and fluffy and I know.
I know that it’s time to set some boundaries
As I apologize and stand up, he runs away, disappointed
A few minutes later he is back in his own bed, asleep

Setting boundaries for your cat must be a
stepping stone
to a life-time of healthy boundary setting –
Right?


A slice of coffee

Slice of LIfe
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Couch coffee used to be something to do together
And sometimes we still do, in these moments before he moves away
But soon I will be having couch coffee on my own
Well, with the cats

I walk downstairs in the morning
Happy that the Christmas lights are still shining
Cozy cheer to start the day
And end it

I fill the carafe with fresh water
He comes downstairs and finishes making the coffee
I’m still using my Christmas mug
The painted little mini Christmas lights match my tree

We sit on opposite ends of the couch
I remember we used to say we needed a love seat so we could sit closer together
We talk less and less each morning
Slowly ripping the bandaid



A slice of Goodbyes

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I’m terrible at goodbyes.
I’ve cried
when
I moved away from a best friend,
a best friend moved away from me,
I just missed my cats’ last few breaths, twice
I drove away from my dying friend – every time I drove away.

I’ve even cried
when
my plays were over
when
I said goodbye to my first class of second graders
when
The custodians threw away my classroom couch
when
movies end
when
grandparents leave family gatherings in dramatic commercials

Of course I cried
when
I dropped off my daughter at college.

I’m terrible at goodbyes.
I don’t like them.
I guess I’m
sentimental
sensitive
stuck – in the past

Somehow when my soon to be ex-husband
Took a couch, a chair,
a toaster oven
over to his new house
I didn’t cry.

Maybe I’ve gotten all the tears out over the last year, and I’m done.

Who am I kidding?
I’m terrible at goodbyes.
Sentimental
Sensitive
Stuck.



A Slice of Waiting

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“Stories are all around us.”
That’s what I tell every class I write with —
And, friends, there are
many
stories
all
around me

But I need to watch what I write about
I hope you can see me tongue sticking out at myself in defiance
I need to watch myself
I might accidentally overshare
I wouldn’t want to overshare
I shouldn’t overshare
yet

I believe in the power of yet
Do you?

My stories all around me are swirling, suffocating, asking to be written.

The stories have to wait.
I have to write.

So
I’m going to tell you about the hot cocoa that my eleven year old just made me.
Homemade, stirred on the stove
I don’t even care that I have more dishes to do now

I’m going to tell you about the dining room table cleared for homework
Two boys, ready to work – and a cat,
Plus one hot cocoa

I’m going to tell you about a dog sitting under my desk as I work
pretending not to stare at the cat
as jealousy pours out of his half open side-eye

I’m going to tell you about the hot cocoa mug
empty on my desk and
The boys singing and whistling as they work

The stories have to wait.
I have to write.

wait
write
wait
write

It’s hard to wait
But, I can do hard things.

Just you wait
I will write those stories
because they are
all
around
me

A slice of a blow dry

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I blew my hair dry this morning
using my mom’s hair dryer
I find blowing my hair so boring
It takes forever
So I thought –
Because thinking –
Well
Over-thinking
Is one of my super powers

I thought about how my mom used to blow my hair dry for me
I thought about how when my hair is short it takes so much less time to blow dry
I wondered why my hair looks so good when the hair stylist blows it dry
I wondered how anyone ever has time for this sort of thing every day
I mean, why do I feel a need to blow dry my hair ever?
Yes, it looks better, blonder
Feels softer, smoother
But like, so what?

My first year teaching I used to arrive to school with dripping wet hair
(as if my mornings were so busy before I had kids)
(what the heck was I doing with my time?)
I would walk down the hallway, sometimes drying my soaking hair with school paper towels
You do know school paper towels, right?
Even slower to dry than a hair dryer
My principal would give me a little side eye if she passed me
She was a very proper woman
I was a very young second-grade teacher
I’m sure my dripping wet hair made her shudder

Deep in thought
The hair dryer switched to a quieter sound
It smelled even burnier than usual
My hair was almost all dry
But not quite
My goal had been totally dry hair
Laugh if you want, but this is a big goal for me
But the smell got worse, and the sound got weirder
So I had to turn it off

At least I tried

Anyone have a hair dryer recommendation?


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 26 Mining High School Memories

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Part of Slice of Life by Two Writing Teachers March Slice a Day Challenge! I’m slicing every day this month. Thanks for stopping by!

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 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