Time to turn the clocks back
There’s not enough daylight to save
Think this is the year I’ll set mine back to 1982
Back to when I didn't know what was going on in the world until the paper came at 4:00
Folded on the doorstep
Only the emergencies that fit above the fold
Or the news, in the TV I could see from the dinner-making kitchen, went on at 6:00
Speaking of that number
I had a friend with six kids, the last two, twin boys
Enough said.
We had a deal, if anything important happened, I was to call her
Back to 1982
When I need a recipe I will look at the index in a cookbook
I will turn on the car radio
Iron before I put it away
In my mother’s memory, I will dust
Has anyone else noticed that the same society that tells us mindfulness fixes everything is the one that connects with us when mindlessly scrolling?
I will read a book from the library
You know I have my father’s last overdue notice
He died before the internet, never saw it
He was reading the history of China and the story of women who got the vote in Western Canada
He was a science teacher who showed children how to make terrariums in pop bottles
He made his own bagels
He had time to do that
I’ll sit on my front steps and knit, undistracted
And the only people in the world who annoy me
Will be who asks, when I’ve lost something, where did I put it?
Or anyone behind a counter who says if we do that for you we’d have to do it for everyone
I mean, why not?
Everyone else gets a pass
I will worry about them just as much as they worry about me
I will give myself myself back
Not rent it out to my phone
I will live like my cat
Not try to improve myself
Go about my day
It’s here for me to enjoy
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I will give myself myself back... what a wonderful gift to myself and everyone around me.
Great post. Freya is my best friend, and he has a super way to live. And he has a LOT of lovely cashmere/silk fur that needs patting. Sewing makes me sane. Tomorrow a brief visit to SMB charity shop, and see if the volunteers are able to re-boot it. The wardens and the last manager (?).... Enjoy your autumn day. Just being is also important. Cathie!