tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82749232496553713582011-11-27T17:17:16.127-06:00haiku, other poetry, musings of a woman of age and indeterminate means.Lindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04493233989445137487noreply@blogger.comBlogger191100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274923249655371358.post-53339351862725836362011-05-31T09:56:00.006-05:002011-05-31T10:57:02.779-05:00

SUMMER NIGHT Turn pillow over Trying to find the cool spot Sleep eludes in heatWhy should I be surprised by Chicago's weather? I've lived here all my life, which is (muffled) years now. 48 hours ago, we had the heat on and I was complaining about my cold feet. I was wearing long pants, denim shirt, wool socks and shoes. Windows all closed. And it was MAY freakin' 29th!!(picture of yard on

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SOCKS Round and round I go Cuff, leg, heel flap, turn, foot toe Knit one, and purl one.I've been knitting a lot this winter/spring. But oddly enough not socks. I had been knitting socks, but I find that my sock drawer is full. I'll have to get rid of some of them, but after the weeks each one took, well, it's just hard to decide. So.....I wanted a flap hat, so I bought one, and copied the

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AWAKE AT 3 AMI crave background noise3 a.m. radio goes onOh no, opera!No problem tonight with sleeping I would imagine. I usually have trouble falling asleep and turn the radio on for background noise. To the classical station. And usually, sooner or later, opera comes on. Aarrgg. But I have a feeling that tonight will be easy.It was cooking day again!!! Yea!Becky and I, more Becky, cook

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Only words, haikuscan't figure out anythingno more photographs.Ok, so not the most brilliant haiku, and only on a high school level. but it's the restart of tying a haiku rather than a rant/essay/whatever.Decided not to devote this to rants. too undisciplined. so back to haikus. if i can figure out how to do the photos again, i will add them. but for some reason I couldn't get them into the blog,

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ENTROPYAFTER HOUSE CLEANINGI REST; BEFORE MY OWN EYESENTROPY ENTERSI don't do housework well. Just enough to stay healthy. Never understood the reason to make the bed in the morning. seldom do. ok never do.I wash dishes when it's needed, and the floors are swept and mopped as needed. And i view dust as a protective covering for the furniture.I have done the housekeeping thing in the past. Had

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ok folks. today's subject is pain. CFS pain. FM pain. Fun stuff. stop reading now if you're a happy person.the CFS/FM pain can be a real pain in the ass at times. which is funny because it's about the only place that doesn't hurt. think of the last time you had the flu (not the stomach one, the other one). how your body hurt all over, and any movement made your joints scream in pain. the body

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Think of every swear word you know. Insert here. I can't freakin believe another day with headache. tried the massage, heat, rest, more massage, 2 aleeve, cold therapy (for the sinus component) and bendryl for the sinus, and nothing, zip, nada....arrgghh. I had a little relief where i could open my eyes without pain, but its baaaaack!.and the sleepiness. meet an old friend for breakfast and

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well, i'm back. the heck with capital letters. wonder if there is anyone out there who used to read this. i think i'll change it. straight blog no pics. that's waht screwed me up last time.this time it's going to be about living with cfs/me. one of thousands of blogs like that. but maybe it'll help.it's been hellish lately with the pain. the fatigue is so much a part of me now that those few

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UNEMPLOYMENT UNEMPLOYMENT SUCKS NO MONEY, NO PLACE TO GOHAVE THE PINK SLIP BLUESWell, that's pretty clear.Enjoy the picture.

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No drinking or drugs Condemned to spend each momentcompletely awareAt a family dinner recently, my son-in-law mentioned how loopy he felt when he had to take Vicoden after the removal of some wisdom teeth. I realized that I had never had the experience common to the use of pot, or Vicoden, or other drugs. [Despite having grown up in the 60's and going to college then too, I have never tried pot

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GO CUBS GO, WE SING INEVITABLY GAME ENDS WAIT UNTIL NEXT YEAR 40 years ago around this time, I was in high school. Junior year I think. It was a beautiful late summer day, and the Cubs were playing just a few blocks up Clark from my high school. (St. Sebastian's, long closed. My doctor's office is on the site. But that's another story.) About noon, after lunch, my stomach began to "hurt." So

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BRAVERY IN WATERBACK AGAINST THE COMING WAVEBRACES FOR IMPACTRemember when you were younger, and you'd go to the beach with really high waves. Just short of the big waves that would make the life guards shoo you out of the water. And you and your best friend would stand there, maybe knee deep and the waves would come up to your neck or even sometimes over your head. You both would brace

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DON 'T GO OUT AT DUSKEACH ACTION HAS CONSEQUENCEA THOUSAND BUG BITESWell, this one has been floating around my head since a trip up to Zion to watch a meteor shower. Didn't see many meteors.Did see the sun come up. Awesome colors! It's the only place where purples and oranges compliment each other beautifully. The photo I took during the sunrise.Didn't see many bugs. But my arms and legs are

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ON THE AUGUST BEACHBREAD, SALAMI, SUN COOKEDCOATED IN WARM SANDwhen I was younger, during summer vacation, my mom and the neighbor ladies would pile all their kids onto the #76 Diversey bus and head down to Fullerton Beach. Sometimes there'd be 10 kids, our 4, the G's 3, the H's 4 or 5. I can imagine the bus driver must have loved seeing us all at the bus stop.At that time the #76 ran all the

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GIGGLES WITH PIGTAILSGLIMPSE OF A FUTURE BEAUTYGIRL PLAYS ON A BEACHremember when sand in your hair didn't bother you?remember when the sun was your friend?remember when wet clothes were all part of your "work"?remember when summer meant fun?don't you wish you could be like this again?

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Heaven's doorBLUE MELTS INTO BLUEA THIN LINE: SKY MEETS WATERINDISCERNIBLEI took this photo somewhere on the shore of Lake Superior between Ontonogen and Porcupine State Park. It was where one of the innumerable rivers flowed into Lake Superior. The photo does not do it justice. The only sound there was of gentle waves and birds. There were no sounds of cars, or trucks or kids on bikes or

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DROPS SETTLE ON LEAVESSSSSSSSSS....CHECKATA, CHECKATA...................MAN MADE RAIN FALLS SOFTIt's hot today. Like a regular July day. Went up north a few suburbs to meet a friend for lunch, and took the scenic way up, driving through neighborhoods of big houses and even bigger lawns. And with big lawns, or small lawns, in the July heat, comes a wonderful sound--the sprinkler. The ones that

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I had a wonderful creative writing teacher in high school, some, (mumble, mumble) years ago. Her name was Sr. Marie Emmanuel, and she taught me at St. Sebastian in Chicago. Of course, like a lot of things from my past, Sebastian's is gone now, tho, oddly enough, my doctors office is in the same place.(Just an aside, do you know how weird it is to being laying on the exam table, in stirrups,

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