i think of things I could blog about throughout the day, but whenever I have a chance to sit down and actually write something, my mind goes blank. Oh well.
The house is in disarray right now. we tore out the shower and are going to put in a new one. It SUCKS. I am not a patient project person. I hate them. I don't sit around envisioning the perfect end product. I just hate them. I hope we never live in another house like this one.
Right now, the hammer drill is banging away while the kids are getting ready to go to sleep.
And I'll stop because I just want to complain. And you probably don't care much.
I really don't have anything to say. Although, maybe sometime within a week, I'll have another poem cranked out. It's sitting there on the edge of my mind, all of these thoughts swimming around in little phrases that I have to link together.
I guess I should go and do something productive now.

Spring Has Come

I used to hate spring time. It's always muddy and windy and you spend most days waiting for a good-weather day, surprised when it actually comes. I like it now. Probably partly because I have kids and by the end of winter, I'm ready to do something besides chase after their messes in the house. WE don't have to put on nineteen hundred outdoor clothing to go places, and I don't have to warm up the car.
Partly I like it because it just feels like everything's starting new. All of the darkness of winter has passed. We're getting ready for the time of year when we can do things as a family without any planning or effort.
And, my flowers are blooming. When we came home from the hospital after having Grace, Daniel's aunt had left us a nice pot of flowers, all in bloom. In the dead of winter. They were so pretty. We saved the bulbs and planted them the next year. The evil squirrels dug most of them up, but last year, lo and behold, an iris and two little daffodils popped up! This year, there are even more of them. It brings joy to remember how the cloudy days can pass and new life always returns.
I suppose I'll have to dig those up when we move. I couldn't leave them behind.

I was planning to use this post to just say that I haven't written much because I've been busy with warm weather and house projects. And it's true. It's because spring is here. Time to clean up the messes, scrub the carpet, and organize.
And, tonight, my friend from college is coming! She's been in England for three years and I've missed her so much. So. I'll be busy until further notice.

Hospital Bed

I've been at the hospital for 29 hours now with my oldest daughter. She became dehydrated a couple of days ago, so they're monitering her. It's not looking really serious right now. But I hate being here, helpess. I like having the help, and knowing that if anything gets worse, we're where we should be. I'm restless now, thinking about all of the things I need to do when i get home. I'm pretty exhausted too. And, in the night, you worry about things you have no need to worry about. Here's what I wrote because I'm bored.

Hospital Bed

What helplessness we find
in the hospital bed
watching
waiting
time slowly ticking by
and the trouble we imagine
tormenting our sleep

what frailty we see
those tiny hands
tiny tears
calling out for help
which I cannot give

But bigger hands hold us
In the weakest of times
showing us hope
saving, sustaining,
Healing—His voice
Singing a song in the night:
Help is on the way