photo from calorielab.com, by Leap Kye/Flickr This is not my writer’s den, but it is a fairly close approximation. . fan and all!
(wc 178)
This room is a mess, we have a guest coming
to stay overnight, I better get humming.
I know well how much it needs a good cleaning,
And my mirror tells me that I need a good preening.
Of course all the work could have been done earlier,
I could have spent time then to make my hair curlier,
But as a loyal blogger, I feel my writer’s den can wait -
I have to finish this blog poem, I don’t want to post it late.
But now that I’ve written those two rotten verses
I think I will quit, and do housework, “Curses!”
If house cleaners’ prices weren’t so awfully steep
I’d pay them to do it, then I’d try to sleep.
I wonder why I call Thursday’s posts “Theme-less Thursday?” Perhaps “Brain-less Thursday” would be more appropriate. Housekeeping does that to me. So long. Have a great day. I’ve got housework to do, dinner to shop for and make, some preening, and maybe a “lie-down” before 6 p.m. What do you think? Have I left myself time enough. . .?
Why does time go so slow, but flies when we need it? I need more clocks, lol. Love the poem, Paula.
My dear friend Dannie: have you ever NOT liked/loved/enjoyed one of my poems? And do you know what? Your enjoyment pleases me every time!
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Where does the time go, Paula? It seems to shrink commensurate with how much we have to do. I love this poem: it reminds me there are other people out there trying to fit a temporal quart into a pint pot. Enjoy your guest’s stay
Here I go again: Your “quart/pint” metaphor reminds me of a line from Dolly Parton. Back before she lost all the weight and had her previously enlarged breasts reduced, she was at an awards ceremony in a VERY form-fitting glitzy dress. It split down the middle before she went up on stage. She had to borrow a wrap to cover the gap, and when she got to the podium, she of course had to tell everybody in the audience and watching on TV: “My Daddy always told me, ‘that’s what happens when you try to put 20 pounds of flour in a 5-pound sack!’”
She can laugh and enjoy herself more than anyone I know!
We had (and are still having) a great time together with our wonderful guest. Isaac is one of the most interesting and well-informed intelligent people I have ever met. What a delight!
Sure….with one arm tied behind your back!
Honestly, those of you who blog continuously amaze me that you manage to turn out so many posts, and still have your household hum along (though I’m cautiously avoiding inquiry as to the pace).
“A clean house is a sign of a misspent life.” Karen, if you saw what my house looks like 99% of the time, you would know that I have not misspent more than 3 or 4 seconds of my entire life. This was a major problem for me when we lived in parsonages – houses that were not ours, but on “loan” from some often very possessive women’s church groups (and a few men). Those were the times I misspent some of that 1% of my life!
Now that we are in our own home for the first time in our lives together, I have fallen back into the habit of doing what I love more than doing what should be done. How else could I write 8-10 hours a day? If there is any humming along going on here (I use a lot of poetic license), it would sound like a funeral march! 
I have to admire that, Paula,
I have spent my life on fast women, fast cars, fast food, and fast talking (poetry). The rest of it I have just wasted.
Or, was that slim women, sport cars, spoiled food and small talk (poetry)? Oh well, it doesn’t matter if I can’t remember it.
Doug
Paula,
an excerpt from “Stop the Clocks!”
Those clocks…
with lying faces,
promising hope,
feigning change,
with fingers pointing,
but only repeating
two words; tick… tock…
as if there is a past
or a tomorrow waiting
they alone create
with their echo!
(c)2010 Doug
I like that Doug! It seems both of us frequently write in reference to time! Does that mean we are getting old or just older?
Paula,
Shhh Don’t listen to those clocks. Time is relative.
Which relative? I have a few choice words for him!
Paula,
Ha Ha Ha! He’s the one who always stands around in the corner and doesn’t speak to anyone except to “pipe in” when he has something to say that no one wants to hear. Worse is, despite he’s always “tisk-tisking” at the guests, he’s the real swinger.
Doug
Just call you Paula Bombeck.
Hubs
Mmm-Hmm!