Getting Up

8 am

            Not going to go with the big 9-11 commemoration thing, that is being done up the wazoo elsewhere. Instead I will just put in my poem for this morning. And add that our desktop computer is seemingly on the blink which sucks. I guess we’ll need to call for help on it tomorrow. As well as call re the upstairs toilet which has a slow steady constant running problem and is driving me crazy. Maybe I’ll see if I can get an appropriate part at Home Depot this am since I must go there anyway to return some tools. And – at least some excitement to look forward to: I’m going to see Wicked this evening!

Getting Up

It’s hard to get up some mornings

My joints feel stiff

My mind feels stiff

And nothing especially beckons

Long gone are the days

When a quivering ball of energy

Would leap into bed

To pull me from the depths

With eager babble

And constant needs

And gone are the days

When I would wake to commotion

A clattering in the kitchen

With arguments and breakfast

Compelling enough

To draw me forth

Now all is quiet

There is a dull monotony of tasks

Never ending

The prospect of quiet satisfaction

Mingled with annoyance

Frustration and fury

Then back to the tasks

And for these

It is hard to get up

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