Make no mistake – Quilted Poetry

who I am
cannot be cured…
these are not my
flaws

they are the essence
of me — not
a mistake

rather,
purposefully
planned
prepared
and placed

Copyright © 2018-02-20, by Lizl Bennefeld.

Source: Make No Mistake – Quilted Poetry

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So soon, another Sunday

clean cups and tea bags

Saturday night, actually, but it’s too late for coffee. Weekend Coffee Share, and I’m tucked into bed with a cup of water.

If we were having coffee together, this weekend, I would tell you that I have not done much to the point, this week. I’ve taken a lot of naps, read/reread a few books, and probably not stuck to my diet as much as I ought to have. It’s been too cold to try to heat the gazebo enough to exercise out there. With the wind chill, temperatures even during the day have been down in the Gosh Awful to Downright Nasty range. Wearing two pair of slacks and three shirts under my winter jacket (not the parka, yet…still not that cold), when I do go outside, and a shawl scarf to cover my head, neck and shoulders.

If we were having coffee together, I would admit that my biggest accomplishment of the weekend has been to fill out the survey that I received from the Hospice organization some days ago and put it in the envelope to mail out on Monday. On the survey form, a frequent option for selecting an answer to a question was “Don’t remember”. Sensible, given that the bereavement services were available for a full thirteen months after the death of the family member.  I would tell you that I am quite done with the bereavement counseling except for returning the last two books that I borrowed from them and thanking the most recent counselor for her presence during the last months. Since I have fragrance/chemical sensitivities, I cannot take part in support group activities, and so it has been nice to be able to get together with a counselor every month or so to talk.

I have done little writing over the past month or so, and that has puzzled me. While both of us have been fighting off colds (and perhaps a touch of the flu…once again, Al didn’t get a flu shot), I would have thought that I would be writing as customary at least every day or two. I have not. I realized, today, that I have been relaxing. Resting. I have not, for a while, now, been tense…stressed…compulsively doing. I haven’t been this relaxed, I think, since before my mother  became unable to come to town to visit and her hearing became worse, so that phone calls became difficult. I forget my phone in another room and do not panic if I am not where I can hear it ring. I do not even think about not being available. Relaxed enough to let everything go to voice mail.  I think that this is a good thing.

If you and I were having coffee together, I would show off some of the photographs that I have taken during the week. That’s really where I have taken my enjoyment recently.  These are my favorite photos from our snowy Saturday:

I have also taken a lot of photographs of The Scampers, this week, since we have spent so much time together in the front sitting room. Just a few of my favorites, here:

I am afraid that I am going to fall asleep quite soon, and so I must say good night, with apologies for not having gotten the link information for the post, this week.

My best wishes to you for the coming week,

Lizl

P.S. Click here for the LinkLinkz link-up page. Eclectic Alli is the host for @WeekendCoffeeShare. This week’s post can be found here.

Early #weekendcoffeeshare Coffee Break

large and small, brown teapots
Tea for Two

Tea, actually, this morning. I am tempted by coffee, but making it at this time of the morning would wake the puppies, and I am not ready for that, yet. Although I am happy that you’ve made it here for a visit. And supplying virtual coffee is not a problem!

If we were having coffee/tea together, this weekend, I would apologize for having missed so many weeks in a row. While I have put together pages for Photo Challenges and occasional poetry prompts, I haven’t gotten much done that involves verbal output. I spent too much time around people during the holiday season, and ended up with an irritation of the lungs. My husband and I both came down with lingering colds (perhaps the flu?) that slowed us down a lot. Four weeks later, I still am tired, although  I am grateful that my blood sugar numbers are finally down, again, and the coughing has eased.

If we were having a visit together, this morning, I would tell you that the work on the workshop in the back yard has picked up, again, with the addition of wall boards applied to the wall between the two rooms of the workshop. Outside temperatures during January have been miserable, and our electric bill has quite skyrocketed, heating the (for most of the time uninsulated) building with electric heat. Insulation, inner wall boards, and adding a ceiling and attic insulation should help ongoing. January is the coldest month, here. The outside temperature here, right now, is minus 3 degrees Fahrenheit (-20 C) with a forecast high of 5 degrees above 0.

I would mention that I was able to put together photos for two weeks’ worth of WP weekly photo challenges, only one of which is on the Stray Coffee blog: Variations on a Theme: Hoarfrost. At The Art of Disorder, there is another current challenge: Blue Wild Flax: Flowers and Variations, and one of insects in the wildflower garden at The Moments Between.

On Tuesday I had a get-together (one of the last, I expect) with the bereavement counselor. I had, since their last visit, learned of another death in the family. With the older generation gone, the lines of communication have broken down, and so I learned of that death, which occurred in the last days of October, by chance, since that aunt’s death notice did not include our family name. Only one of my father’s 11 siblings is still alive, now. An aunt who is a handful of years older than I am. She and I never spent much time together, once we had graduated from high school. One of my husband’s aunts celebrated her 100th birthday, this month, though. That extended family is much more tightly connected through the generations, thanks to frequent (annual?) family get-togethers and FB contacts.

And on Saturday the 20th, my college advisor died. We visited often for the first decade or so after I graduated from college, and every few years after that until I got married in the early 90s. Did some work for him later on; I believe he’d retired by then. I hope that the memorial service at the college will be at a time and date when I can attend.

I find that in spite of getting a solid night’s sleep, I have run out of energy, and so must take a nap before confronting the rest of the day. Thanks for the visit, and I offer best wishes for this new week!

Best regards,
Lizl

P.S. My poem for Ronovan Writes Haiku is on my Quilted Poetry site: Singing Sentinels. The #WeekendCoffeeShare folks and #DSFWeeklyRewind folks can be found at https://eclecticali.wordpress.com/2018/01/26/weekendcoffeeshare-empty-weekend/ and https://daisysmileyface.com/2018/01/27/dsfweeklyrewind-on-the-bayou/.