Dear Journal,
You must think I'm neglecting you, but you can be sure I remember you. I think about you every day, but somehow the time slips away or something or someone else comes up and -- there you go. Today's NaPoWriiMo was to write poem in the form of a letter. Well, let me start with the letter itself, a letter to you that's long overdue. Here's a short one...
When was the last time met; do you remember? I know for sure it hasn't been since last year, because I had a knee replaced last summer, and I don't think you even know about that. I think we've only met once since that year in Sweden when my husband and I stayed at our friends' cottage on that pristine forest lake I especially remember that, how we laughed in the sauna because my husband gamely joined our host family, steaming in the altogether, while I, one of her very best friends despite living a third of a globe of distance, insisted on wearing my bathing suit and steaming on a lower bench.
Across the Bay of Bothnia, in Finland, our relatives had declined to heat their sauna at all in that hottest of Augusts ever. There we'd dined on soups, and at tea tables with egg butter, piirakka, crisp rye breads and strawberry tortes. In Sweden we ate steak, along with mushrooms my friend had picked along her morning walk down the sun spackled shade of the forest road. I went with her one da, and found out that there really are mushrooms with bright red, white-spotted caps! Until then I'd assumed them to be figments of children's book illustrators' imaginations. (Don't eat them: they're poisonous, as many pretty things are!)
I could go on...more discoveries and imaginary figments every day.
Figment...'must add that to my list of interesting words...one of the distractions from getting back to you, my journal friend, on a daily basis. Although, alas, I've begun neglecting her too. The list, that is. And I do have lists: to-do lists, grocery lists, call-back lists, bills-to-pay lists, things to take along on the trip list. They all add up, subtracting more and more from what ideally would be my 'quiet' time. My rest time. My catch up with my friends time. Receding, receding, receding....
'Have to go now...I'm pretty busy living the day-to-day, these days. 'Nice talking to you!
Love,
Shirley
P.S., I think I want to try re-writing this as a poem...At least. this here's a start....
You must think I'm neglecting you, but you can be sure I remember you. I think about you every day, but somehow the time slips away or something or someone else comes up and -- there you go. Today's NaPoWriiMo was to write poem in the form of a letter. Well, let me start with the letter itself, a letter to you that's long overdue. Here's a short one...
When was the last time met; do you remember? I know for sure it hasn't been since last year, because I had a knee replaced last summer, and I don't think you even know about that. I think we've only met once since that year in Sweden when my husband and I stayed at our friends' cottage on that pristine forest lake I especially remember that, how we laughed in the sauna because my husband gamely joined our host family, steaming in the altogether, while I, one of her very best friends despite living a third of a globe of distance, insisted on wearing my bathing suit and steaming on a lower bench.
Across the Bay of Bothnia, in Finland, our relatives had declined to heat their sauna at all in that hottest of Augusts ever. There we'd dined on soups, and at tea tables with egg butter, piirakka, crisp rye breads and strawberry tortes. In Sweden we ate steak, along with mushrooms my friend had picked along her morning walk down the sun spackled shade of the forest road. I went with her one da, and found out that there really are mushrooms with bright red, white-spotted caps! Until then I'd assumed them to be figments of children's book illustrators' imaginations. (Don't eat them: they're poisonous, as many pretty things are!)
I could go on...more discoveries and imaginary figments every day.
Figment...'must add that to my list of interesting words...one of the distractions from getting back to you, my journal friend, on a daily basis. Although, alas, I've begun neglecting her too. The list, that is. And I do have lists: to-do lists, grocery lists, call-back lists, bills-to-pay lists, things to take along on the trip list. They all add up, subtracting more and more from what ideally would be my 'quiet' time. My rest time. My catch up with my friends time. Receding, receding, receding....
'Have to go now...I'm pretty busy living the day-to-day, these days. 'Nice talking to you!
Love,
Shirley
P.S., I think I want to try re-writing this as a poem...At least. this here's a start....
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