It’s very late and it’s a slow news day so I’m just going to waffle on until I hit 250 words and call it a night, which I am perfectly entitled to do since it is my birthday today.
I had a nice day, in a way a lazy day because all of my classes canceled (or so i thought) so I spent the better part of the day working on a long poem for tonight’s poetry reading, it really didn’t come out very well, i’m not having much luck with the long ones lately, but i don’t know because i wound up not reading it, more on that in a second, about noon i took a walk in the park and wrote a little sonnet about how birds fly naturally and we should be more like birds and not stressing just doing what comes naturally and I was pleased with that one but i thought my gem of the evening was this:
When I see little babies on the metro or the tram
I start making silly faces, that’s just the kind of guy I am
but there are times I know I’ve made an error
when the baby looks at me and screams in terror
Anyway, I went to one school I work for to try and get paid at about 3 o’clock and the boss wasn’t there, it’s definitely a hassle getting paid there, it’s by far the hardest part of the job and I hope I’m not working for them again next year, went to pick up Isabel from school and drop her at ballet and went back again and this time did get paid, but it was about the 4th or 5th time I’d been there this week, then, while taking Isabel home from school, my last student of the day called and said “Hey, were are you?” and I said “Hey, I thought you were on vacation in Norway” and he said “No, that’s not until next week you moron.” (He didn’t say ‘you moron,’ I made that up.) So, anyway, long poem still not finished and Isabel wanted my undivided attention I just totally threw a lame, un-thought out ending on it.
The poetry reading was not the best. Everybody seemed to think the 7 minute time limit was an obligation and not a maximum and a lot of them were short story excerpts and not poems and the poor moderator had to keep cutting people off.
By the time it got to me I just scrapped the long poem, read the short ones and that was that.
And now, good night. I will write earlier tomorrow.
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