Friday, May 2, 2014

Couldn’t sleep last night until some unreasonable time in the morning. Still not very awake at the moment and I feel kind of…disconnected. This happens every now and then, sometimes more than others. It can been very tiring, but in the end, it’s just the way the world works for me and I’ve come to accept it. I try to work through it and around it and with it.

On the upside, I received an awesome email from my sister some point last night. It has made this morning all the better despite my lack of restorative sleep.

She had designed a new header for my blog. (grins)

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image: created by my sister Clarissa

She mentioned that this is ‘such a Martha thing to say.’ Which is pretty correct. When I’m tired or dizzy or confused (which is a lot) I can get pretty random.

(Like accidentally punching myself in the eye when I just meant to rub the sleepiness away.)

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Friday, May 20, 2011

Have you ever looked into a mirror and then stopped to try and figure out who the person staring back at you was? Then get the feeling that this happens, on average, at least once a day?

But, y’know what? It doesn’t always bother me anymore. Except when it does.

Friday Afternoon

It’s warm today, a sunlit room
My day has slowly gone.
I’ve watched few things
Begin and end:
Shows and movies and books on file,
Nothing really seems worthwhile.
 
Children arrive stumbling through the door,
School’s out and now I’m in for more.
Screaming and fighting,
They’re too excited for the week to end.
I’m through with this!
They’ll drive me ’round the bend!
 
Watching them buzz,
Around and Around,
How do they keep going and going?
Where does the reservoir end?
Trying to direct them is half the task,
The other is keeping on the patient mask.
 
I must shake my head at myself,
Listening to off key singing is far too amusing.
Lyrics parroted back still  in keeping with the beat,
The other doing a credible imitation of rap on the street.
My kitty, so soft and sweet, climbs up on my lap,
Making sure to bump my face and give me my love tap.
 
A knock on the door receives not a single surprise,
A friend wants to play with very hopeful eyes.
Except works not yet done,
Just a little bit left to do.
Somehow I don’t think I’ll make it through,
Just a little bit more to do…
 
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image: martha0stout’s phone