coming to the page saturday...

saturday morning again,
grey and cloudy and promising rain...
i sit in front of the computer screen
blank and quiet...
present and accounted for...
waiting for words to bubble over,
to froth, to spew.

and yet they sit...they remain...
they simmer and stew.
there is no mad explosion,
there are only dribs and drabs,
a fragment, a clause, a broken paragraph....
structure with no story,
a picture with no view.

things running through my head...


at this moment?

  • why aren't my string beans coming up? everyone else's are. i've planted mine twice now.
  • is 12 really old enough to have a boyfriend?
  • should i let 12 have a boyfriend?
  • does she even want a boyfriend yet?
  • i wish i felt more sore today after going to pilates last night...i don't really feel sore at all...is that a bad sign for a class that cost me 13 dollars?
  • should i add a picture to this post?
  • it's almost time for me to go to work.
  • i would sooner stay home.
  • if i put the tin flower pots i bought yesterday outside, won't they rust in the rain?
  • normally, i like rust...but i don't think it would suit these pots.
  • i wish i was going to see the tragically hip next week.
  • i can't wait for the fireworks.
  • what about supper tonight?
  • the chicken linguine was good last night...thanks to pioneer woman
  • time for work.

stream of conscious saturday

coming to the page, just going to write,
not really going to think,
just going to type and see what comes up...
see what comes out...no breaks, no breath...
just to see where this goes...so far, it seems to be going
around in circles...
cloudy day...already got my walk in
and the garden watered...not happy about the slug
infestation...gross...so slimy and fat...
ick...ate all of the lettuce...not that i really care about the lettuce
but don't touch the tomatoes...
and when are the string beans going to come...
they are making me nervous.

seems like a good place to end.