Cloud Sourcing in Everyday Ramblings

I so thoroughly enjoyed not working this weekend, I kept exclaiming, oh, I have time to go to the gym, oh I have time to work on the new poem, oh, I can go to this month’s poetry reading and even do a yoga practice beforehand. Amazing what a few days off can do for you. :)

Never used the locker room at the substitute gym before. They have these fancy lockers if scramble combo locks built in that I had to learn how to use.

My world seems full of gorgeous redheads lately. Both male and female. Tall, willowy pale redheads.

We are sitting in a cloud here in Portland. Deep bone-chilling fog engulfs us.

Jewel went for me within 10 minutes of arriving at work this morning. She listened to every word I said to fabulous Mr. New Guy and at the first opportunity jumped up and corrected me and told him to do something a different way than I had. Then when the managers stepped out to go to a meeting, Mrs. Quill came over and whisper whisper asked about her weekend. Then Jewel grabbed all her stuff and huffed out and did not return until just when my assigned shift was over. I know she is suffering. I get that, loud and clear.

It turns out Mr. Fine China has been trained in Reiki in the interlude since I last saw him.

I am teaching my last yoga class at work tomorrow. It is bitter sweet. I adore my core students. They are wonderful. But it is just too much work and fraught because of all the bizarre personnel dynamics.

I wrote a new poem. Finished the first draft yesterday. Read it last night at “my” local reading. You can find it here… http://meanderknotpress.blogspot.com/

It was a big hit. Afterwards a bunch of folks came up and said, “You have to tell us what happened!”

A brilliant young woman recited by heart about 17 minutes of some of the darkest prose poetry I have ever heard. It romanticized death and was full of dismembered birds and gaping oozing crusted awfulness. She obviously has some familiarity with mental illness.

It may have been brilliant but it was also self-indulgently assaultive. I know as a species we need neurologically atypical folks to evolve but I didn’t sign up to be an audience for the process. I see plenty enough of this behavior on the bus. It was so intense because she was reciting and looking at everyone and not down at a page or an electronic device that my friend M. whom I was sitting next to got a cramp in her leg.

Still I was glad I went.

I miss the diary. I miss being able to edit my comments and I miss not having ads.

I am looking forward to this coming Friday. Kes, Most Honorable and I are going out for our traditional Christmas Eve Eve dinner a few days early. We always have fun and I am sure this year will be no exception.

Now I need to figure out a way to get some activity without going out into the cloud.