That I should take a day off and go to Vera Bradley sale

So, I am. And the fun started tonight:

It was busy busy busy at the Jefferson Pointe Vera Bradley store. What makes women like VB so much? No clue.

Just a short thing I wrote in my head

On the way to work the other day:

These frigid days / strung like icicles / across the calendar / perhaps the reluctant sun / will drip them away.

It's been so long, and now this news

The party is so over

Good news: I had a birthday!

Good news: I was taken to lunch!

Good news: I was taken to dinner!

Good news: I was sent flowers!

Good news: I ordered a Kindle!

Good news: I had ice cream!

Good news: It was a wonderful day!

Inevitable news: My flowers are drooping.

Bad news: Gah. Now I'm even older.

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I'm still messing with it, but I've registered www.cathyblogs.com as the place to bring all the blogs I somehow feel obligated to write.

With lines in my head

Mornings

Surely I'm awake

Monday's just a state of mind

--A slap in the face.

Morning moon, don't blink--

That bloody, bruised sunrise brings

Dark violence from the west.

Last night's bright stars

Fell to my yard

First frost.

On Fall

That field of winter wheat

Newly green in January

Fall finds fallow.

Trees drop leaves like tears

A quiet sob of regret

First day of fall .

Drove to work this morning

In a seashell turned upside-down

A sky turned blue and opal pink

Yet not a sea in sight.

Windy this morning

And the moon clung to Venus

As if she could be blown away.

Just a Walk

Voices from a dark deck

Fountains splash in stormwater ponds

The heron doesn't care.

Halogen streetlight outlasts the orange sunset

Someone's dryer freshens the air

Evening in the suburbs.

With John Mayer in my head