Wednesday September 14 2016  THE WRONG DATES

It seems the month of September is the month my brain does not want to acknowledge.  Perhaps it is because the year has gone by too quickly.  I either start writing “Ju”…or “Aug”…before I realize NO!  IT IS SEPTEMBER!  So I then correct my slip up, thinking that by tomorrow I will realize that it truly is September.  Somehow it feels as if I just miss part of life each year because I can’t slow the calendar down enough to do all the exciting things I can think of to do!

And today was very exciting; at least to me!  I was up bright and early and decided I was going to clear a bench off in the basement (now remember our basement is like another entire house in the sense that it opens up to the outside world on three sides and is completely finished except for the laundry room and shop).  I cleared the bench and then one thing after the other beckoned for my attention.  I have wanted to organize the excess from the garage sale as well as the boxes from the shop that Dave brought into the house in June.  Well, I tackled it.  Piece by piece, box by box, pile by pile, I sorted, rearranged, and organized.  The best part is the fact that I actually now know what is in the basement family room.

One large pile is going to Good Will, a few of Dave’s coats I plan to sell on Craig’s list, and everything else is now awaiting my attention as to their final demise.  To my delight I found a treasure.  It is only my treasure and probably wouldn’t mean a great lot to someone else.  I found a full box of my writings and poetry dating from 1965 to the early 1980’s.  And of course I had to stop and read some of it.  What I read brought back a lot of memories, some joyful, some painful.  It was also an eye opener for me to read some papers and diary pieces I wrote that emphasizes that I still make all the same grammatical inconsistencies that I did as far back as 1965.  My style of writing is the same now as it was then.  I actually think I wrote better poetry then than now.  I have one poem I may share with you in a few days, but chances are if I do, the poem will be the entire blog with a short prelim, plus the poem I write for the day.  It is a long poem and describes both sorrow and joy, but more of that later.

Hunger finally called me back upstairs and I snacked my way through lunch as I spent the next three hours preparing recipes so I could use up food from the refrigerator.  I will be receiving a food box tomorrow and I will need the space.  I used a lot out of the fridge, but had to put it all back in.  Mostly fresh vegetable dishes.  But at least we have lots of food prepared for the next several days and everything is stacked neatly instead of in shapes of vegetables.  I always enjoy that.

My evening is too short.  I spent way too much time cleaning up emails on the computer and I would still like to have a hot EPSOM SALT SOAK in our claw foot bathtub.  The bathtub is calling me!  That bathtub fits the contours of my height perfectly.  I actually had a bathroom designed around installing that tub!  I bought the tub from a private party right after we moved into this house.  I think it sat in the laundry room for 15 to 20 years before we remodeled the bathroom.  And oh my goodness; was it ever difficult for 4 strong grown men to carry it down the hallway for installation.  I guess that bathtub stays with the house.  It is made out of cast iron.  But it sure is comfortable for a good soak!

I’M ALREADY DREAMING

By Kathleen Martens

September 14, 2016

I’m already dreaming

Of a good hot soak.

Liquid caressing,

Soft as a cloak.

I can imagine the water

Soothing and calm.

With  Epsom salts,

A relaxing balm.

A time of rest;

A gentle peace.

Tranquility in silence;

Fulfills my needs.

My soul is quiet…

Time settles down.

My hushed spirit

Then is found.

Whispering thoughts

In stillness climb

Gently to the surface

Of my silent mind.

A lullaby…

Ever so sweet,

Sings so softly…

As I retreat.

Lord, thank You for this day.

Thank You God for all the food in my refrigerator.

Thank You Lord for water.

Thank You too for a hot water heater.

Thank You for my bathtub.

My prayer

Lord, never let me take for granted the amenities that we have in this country.  I pray I am never ungrateful for all that You provide.  Thank You for every morsel of food in this house.  Lord, open the eyes of my heart to see those who are hurting and hungry around me so I can help them.  Thank You for loving each and every person on this earth.  Direct me as to how I can show Your love to others so their heart will be turned toward you.  I love You Father.

GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU!