Hey there! My laptop is still down for the count, so things have been kind of weird this week. Like, I know not being able to use my own computer is a text book first world problem, but still: it’s hard to work without the keyboard and screen and internet browser I’m used to. Everything just looks so ~different~.
Because of that, I’ve gotten next to nothing done since my last post. HOWEVER, I did finally get to a doctor yesterday (for the first time in like two years) and for anyone who has at all been keeping up with the saga of my messed up knee and shoulder: the shoulder is tendinosis in my bicep and the knee is probably a structural problem that could be helped with exercises and stuff. So, guess who’s off to physical therapy! #Yayyy
(But actually, I am happy to finally have answers about this stuff and to have a tentative path towards being able to, like, do things again.)
And now that we’ve gotten all of that out of the way: this week’s Wordy Wednesday is a poem.
Afternoons at home are
warm, damp with humidity, and
quiet except for the breeze against
the windows and birds chirping and the dog
snoring in the hallway, just past the
cracked open white-painted door–
they are so sleepy
They buzz with the whisper
of “this is summer,
this is summer–
hold onto it,
this last summer”
They are hours built for books
and listening to the quiet
Thanks for reading!