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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Not a problem...

Okay, first of all, I've realized I don't read enough blogs. This is a problem--I've maxed out my computer time as it is. The reason I realized this is that I was trying to think of my top five thinking blogs, and I realized that I wanted to nominate EVERY BLOGGER I KNOW. Because you're all my blogging friends, and I love you all. I don't read enough blogs to have that 'objective' thing going...so choosing my five "Thinking Bloggers" is killing me. I'm tired, I'm irritable, I'll do it tomorrow. (But I WILL do it--I promise!!!.)

And other than that...there is continuous work wierdness going on--maybe, when I don't want to pick up the computer and throw it across the room when I think about it, I'll tell you all, but right now it's the only laptop I've got so I'll brood about it until I can really make it sing.

Last night we were out late on a school night--hence the tiredness and irritability. We were doing one of those 'time-share' seminars...it's actually pretty funny. About two years ago, Mate's dad gave us a timeshare as a gift. I was like, "Has he met us?" because in order to use those things you have to plan your vacations months ahead of time instead of, like, hours ahead of time and I was sure we'd never get our collective shit together enough to make this really generous gift work. But now the one group met the other group and they've decided to kiss their timeshare owners asses (this is my interpretation...I'm sure the shark, uhm, I mean timeshare rep can describe it better) and anyway, I think we've come up with an arrangement by which we can take the whole famn damily out on the road once in a while and leave the mortgage to rot in peace. Totally groovy, actually. Or it will be when we get the hell out of dodge in an airplane and NOT the Dodge, actually.

So I'm tired today, too tired, in fact to have written this poem, which I wrote yesterday. (Dueant, god of compassion, that was the stinkiest seque in aeons, forgive me.) Anyway, I was modelling writing images to show a scene for my sophomores, and this is what I came up with. Since it's sort of a response to Louiz's question, "How do you manage?" I thought it would be good to post.

At the 5:30 am dark, the three year old makes
A worm burrow into the covers,
Plants his radiator body next to mine, and cries,
"See ducks mom, see ducks!"
He wants to go to the zoo.
I want to sleep 'til my alarm goes off--at 6:30.
At 6:00 am, my daughter comes in, yellow light in the bathroom
Teeth, hair, make-up,
"Mom did you wash the thing, the only thing I own worth wearing ever and always today?"
"Yes, now let me sleep 'til 6:30."
At 6:10 my son comes in, yellow light in the bathroom, teeth, no hair, I wish he'd brush hair, but noooooo, it's all a mess,
Steals my favorite sweatshirt from the pile by the bed.
"Need money, mom."
"It's in my purse."
"Did you sign my planner."
It's on the table, go away."
At 6:20, the baby cries.
I get her, get a bottle, change her diaper, sit on the couch
Glaring at the DOODLEPOBS through muck-gritty eyes
And kissing a soft neck.
From my bedroom, I hear the DJ's cheery chirp.
My alarm's gone off.
It's day.

8 comments:

Roxie said...

What a poignant poem. Love it! Blessings on you, dear heart. May you get a good night's rest tonight. And tomorrow. And the day after. Then it's sleep in on the weekend, right?

KnitTech said...

I like it. I don't have days like that as much these days. Instead I'm walking past the Youngest and she calls out from the dark recess of her room, asking for money.

Catie said...

in response to your comment on my blog - we do have shootings at universities up here too - just nothing big - there was one within the past year but only 2 fatalities (including gun man) - perhaps that is just not big enough to make your papers. Viginia Tech is all over ours right now, even the free papers.
I think that the difference is gun control - but I could be wrong. I've never been to a school like the one you describe yours as being. I've seen movies that look like what you are describing but always thought that they were exaggerated for movie goers.

Amy Lane said...

I only wish it was only in the movies, Catie. (In fact, we're having a lockdown drill tomorrow...) And yes--I'd have to agree with you on the gun control thing...I know it's controversial, but that's one of my few crosses to die on...that and censorship:-)

Catie said...

another publishing idea: go email the people over at smart bitches trashy books about your novels and see if they will review them - link on Julie's blog - scary but it could be big if they end up liking the books. You could warn them about the grammar stuff and say something about self-published. I'm sure one of us would be willing to recommend the book (or all of us...) if you don't feel up to self-promoting. What do ya think.

Amy Lane said...

That sounds like a great idea, actually... I would need to cruise their blog before I recommend myself--uhm...if anyone else wanted to do it first, they're welcome to... thanks, Catie--that, at least, is food for thought.

NeedleTart said...

I just read you response to the comma nut at Amazon. You *do* have a friend with the time and disposition (can you spell obsesive-compulsive??) to check for spelling and grammer typos.

Amy Lane said...

Thanks--I promise, when my next manuscript is ready (or when I'm ready to pay to clean up Vulnerable) I will look you up! However, you will have to stand in line--Lady-In-Red and Roxie have dibs!