NaPo frustration

Another NaPo is almost over, and again I've missed out on much of the goodness. April is such a hectic month for me, but I can't blame my business. I'm just out of synch with poetry. I have been for a while. I'm the rhythmless girl dancing at the rave.

I've heard it said that some people don't really understand that they can't stay in love with their spouses forever, not with that same intensity and single-mindedness as they had at the beginning. And so, they can't handle the change in their relationship and they break it off to start anew with someone else.

I can't seem to recapture my passion for poetry, so I keep thinking about divorce. It's childish, and I know it, but there has to be a way to feel that good about poetry again.

Find your daemon!

Not really sure where the idea comes from that I'm modest and humble, and by allowing it to say that I'm modest and humble I kinda show that I'm neither.

But he's a fox, and that's awesome.

I'm not sold on sevenlings

At pffa during NaPo, lots of people are busting out the sevenlings for their daily poems. Scavella can make a poem from the form. The rest? Eh.

The good thing is that they are much shorter than the previous bane of my poetic existence--sestinas. Another good thing is they aren't as banal as most attempts at haiku.

There. Now I've offended almost everyone. I should throw in something mean about sonnets just to cover the bases.

I'm beginning to hate them

As some of you might remember, I'm taking a course. I'm nearly done, but they keep adding stuff to it, and all the stuff they keep adding is just make-work.

I hate them. It's a small hatred right now, like my hatred of, say, raisins. But it could grow into something rather magnificent if given the opportunity. Stay tuned.

Sooooo far behind

My NaPo mojo has left the building. I will catch up. I will catch up. I will catch up.

*sob*

I am here!

Blogger really does hate me, since I've been trying for two days to post comments on people's blogs (Sandra, I loved your poem!) and to post NaPoing adventures here. I can manage to log in, but not post. Will this go through? Who knows! The excitement is in finding out.

Right?

*crickets*

Still in Cleveland

We went to the ballpark yesterday. Left the hotel a little after 1. Got to Tower Center a little before 2. Futzed around until nearly 3, then decided to brave the cold. Walked the block or so to the ballpark, where a security dude felt up my fuzzy blankie. As I accepted it back from him, I said, "Keep warm."

He said, "Oh, it's way too late for that."

That's when I knew that we were making a mistake. I also knew that he just wanted to hold my fuzzy blankie for a few seconds because it looked toasty.

We puttered. The game was supposed to start at 4:05. At about 3:55 we went to our seats. The seats were covered in ice and snow, but we scooped and brushed and scraped and Steve had Dairy Queen napkins in his coat pocket for reasons that escape me.

As soon as we arrived, they announced a delay until 5. We groaned.

The people behind us were from Columbus. The people beside us were from Columbus. We're from the general neighborhood of Columbus (closer than any other recognizable city). It was down home week.

The game started. The game stopped. We went down the stairs to see if we could get a hot chocolate. The game started and stopped while we were in line. A guy ran out onto the field and made a snow angel in right. People ahead of us in line ran up the stairs to see the guy making a snow angel. We wouldn't have let them back into line if they had asked, but they didn't.

We got to the counter and there was no hot chocolate. We got hot dogs. I ate mine with ballpark mustard and ended up with mustard near my ear. There is no explanation. We went back up. The game started again.

Two out in the top of the 5th, bases loaded. Two strikes. The umpire halted play again. I knew they weren't going to restart it, but still we waited until it was officially called. I nearly cried, but I was dehydrated and my eyeballs were frozen. They announced it was to be a Day-Night Doubleheader today and I knew there was no way I could handle it. I felt a rising hysteria at the thought.

But then both games were postponed, so today was spent in a lot more comfort. I have a cold and an earache and am drinking vast quantities of Diet Coke. A band of elephants keeps passing the hotel room door. They would probably claim to be Americans if pressed for information.

I'm behind on NaPo, tired, achy, and cranky. But I'm in a much better mood than I was last night. Ah, the power of caffeine.

My life sucks

Nothing more I can add to that.

Weeeeeeeeee're off to freeze our butts off

We're off to freeze our butts off
up at Jacobs Field.

You'll have to fill in the scarecrow and the dog. Steve's moving like the tin man. I'm bundled up like the cowardly lion. Brrr.

Damn you, Cleveland

So I was feeling brave and decided to check out the weather forecast for this weekend. Home opening weekend in Cleveland. Last year we froze. This year? Even colder, with a chance of snow.

*sob*

I'm cold already.

The signs of spring

Spring has sprung
The grass is riz
The local drive-in's
Open for biz!

Last night, we saw "Meet the Robinsons" and "Bridge to Terabithia."

The latter is one of those books that completely destroys me, but it was easier to bear in movie form. I didn't really understand directorial decisions to show the fantasy world in cgi.

The former made me grin. It's silly and quite fun.

And we were at the drive in! All movies are improved 33% by being seen at the drive in.

Larry J Quackenbush stole my driver's license!

He's the assistant manager of Sears. And okay, so he didn't steal it. And so his name probably isn't Larry J Quackenbush. But the upshot is that some dude named Larry can currently masquerade as me!

On the upside, mowers were on sale and we got a good deal and interest free financing.

On the downside, I kinda left my driver's license behind. Oopsie.