poetry in a paint can

your turn

this morning i woke about an hour ahead
of my usual time as i had set my cell phone
by accident a little early...
i couldn't wait for a
steaming cup of Gloria Jean's swiss chocolate almond
coffee, and flew out of bed. i aimed myself towards
the Keurig coffee maker and in 15 seconds was enjoying
...mmmm...
my condo is warmish and stuffy so i opened the kitchen
window to find it pouring rain, i smiled.
i do so adore the rain.
i don't have to wear sunscreen when it rains, and there
is no squinting therefore less wrinkling around the eyes.
the day is shaping up to be wonderful, and i've only been
awake for minutes.
i checked my mail, checked the date and pondered what
i was doing 10 years ago today, at this time.

i was awake at this time, showered and wearing all black.
my hair was jet black and almost a bob and it took about
10 minutes to blow it dry and fluff it up with hairspray.
i was living in a tiny itty bitty apartment with my best friend
paying $360 rent, and had signed the lease only 7 days earlier.
i was new to calgary and had the world by the nuts. today
was my first day at my new job, and i was scared shitless...

10 years later... (this morning) i am not yet showered, i will be wearing
all black in about an hour. my hair is cropped short and bleached,
i haven't blown it dry in years and the only remnants of it being black are the roots, and even then the roots aren't black, they are light brown with copious
amounts of grey. i am living in a geometric condo that i own and love
with memories of my best friend all around me. what i used to pay for rent
10 years ago, quadruple it, and thats my mortgage payment.
i am no longer new to calgary, actually i feel like i have lived here forever
and it is my home. i still have the world by the nuts and yes, i am still scared shitless.

did i tell you that i am in love?

his name is Skott

today i received gorgeous flowers at work
they weren't from who i wished they were from
Sandra Bernhard didn't send them either,
nor did Jude.
Sandra was so pissed when i pretended that i
didn't know who she was, but accidentally called
her Miss Sandra -- busted! She yelled at me for
what seemed an eternity... then I woke up all disheveled
wondering what the hell that dream was all about.
the flowers were nice though,
very nice. indeed.

realizing that the first half
of every month's posts are not showing up...
even in archives... perhaps time to
upgrade MT from v. 2.64 to latest release