GET DOWN, PLEASE.
You say it one more
time. “Get Down, Please.” Is it a command or a warning. You try to sound authoritative. But your heart isn’t really in it. You have said it so many times before. If you have raised children, this might
sound oh so familiar. Say it like you
mean it. Repeat yourself a thousand
times and do not let any anger show.
Show and Tell.
Doesn’t matter that all of
this is directed towards the cat, who happens to be on the table, and yes: that annoys you greatly. Today, the real issue for me is not that the
children will fall and hurt themselves. It is about some abbreviated spelling
of a complex performance that is my real issue. SOTU. Am I suppose to
know what that means?
Rocks and that sinking
feeling that you have tossed the first stone, and now the windows are about to
rattle and break. Cleaning up glass is
never fun. But even more so, when you
say, “SOTU.”, its similar to when I tell the children or the cat, “Get Down,
please.” Probably should stop there,
realizing I am a grown up. I should
know better. Should know that SOTU is a
reporter’s way of saying, State of the Union address. But it annoys me. Over
and over again, this manipulation. As
if it means something.
Walked through that door a
hundred times. Should know better by
now. You can’t yell at the children or
the President of the United States when he is at the podium delivering his big
speech. “Get Down, please.” I just want it all to go away. But one thing I’ve learned. Its hard and in that hidden place in my
mind, SOTU and the words of others scarcely influence me. I do as I please. It doesn’t stop because I am polite. Nor if I am angry.
Just in Time. Don’t have to be a grandmother to know what
to do. SOTU. State of the Union. I
need a friend. Somebody to talk
to. Not the cat. Before the children come along, who do you
share all this with? I need a friend
that reminds me not to worry. And maybe
this is why I need to blog. Have my
frustrations and just put them out there.
Say: “Get Down, please.”
Have a cup of tea or a glass
of wine. Take something. Blow smoke.
Just in Time, I realized. That’s
what I am doing. This blog. Touching the hidden places and hoping to
escape. Now and Then, this is how my
day starts. But then I remember. It will all be over soon. How fast the children grow up. How quickly 4 years pass by and this
President doesn’t get re-elected. I
love this. SOTU. Means very little when you realize, they
aren’t listening anyway. Hand-Held Device.
Newspaper headlines are a thing of the past. Dinosaur Fast at
play. Or domestic cat. Is their nature to be this way. And still.
I persist. I repeat myself. “Get Down, Please.” As if anything less would be inappropriate. And that’s it for this day.
My blog.
A pleasant reminder. I need a friend. SOTU. Just in Time.
I need a friend but it never works out.
ReplyDeleteOnce sitting quietly on a bridge over his stream
A rat appeared.
She didn’t know he was there.
Suddenly they looked into each other’s eyes.
Beautiful eyes.
It’s a magic moment falling in love.
Wanting to share your life with another,
In your own little stream, a world hidden by trees, rich with good food,
Exciting, when it’s a river of waterfalls.
He never saw her again.
Another romance lasted a week.
It was a fish, a blenny in a rock pool cave.
He’d entice her out with crushed mussels.
(We kill for love.)
She’d turn her head sideways to look up at him.
Slowly she’d come out, take the food and return to her cave.
He eventually lost interest and she moved home.
Most of the time he talked to himself.
Far out the Atlantic must talk to itself.
Nice when it can make waves on Barra.
She’s loved it to bits for thousands of years.
amazing comment. truly. Hello Sir. Amazing
ReplyDeleteThats something I wrote years ago. Nature is a special friend. It doesn't seem to care, though I'm lucky to have food and warmth and be out of the war zones. But today I am so ill I must go back to bed. I have already cut down a big tree that was falling from the gales and got firewood for my wife when she returns from church.
ReplyDeleteLover->Mother->Smother. Is there another path? Could I escape the final embrace?