The hesitant poet

Fix it John

done


 

ANOTHER DAY

Woke early and when I went into the kitchen area my over head light gave up the ghost. So there was I in my gaunch teetering on a chair replacing the dead bulbs with new ones and then fiddling around trying to replace the light cover.

Now I had had a session like that with the light over the entrance to my washroom area when I thought I had got the cover back on only to have it crash to the floor the minute I had moved too far away to catch it.

I am supposedly adept at understanding mechanical processes  but you know how those IQ tests lie. Half the time for me its just stubbornness and trying all sort of strategies until things fit together

Lunch today at the Flying Swan my monthly with old friend Ron “H”. I’ll ride my bike over if its not raining and pick up some day olds doughnuts at the Grandville Island market.

Will spend the rest of the day printing out 40 poem copies of CONCRETE PILLOW to use as Xmas gifts and doing my two hour lessons on Rosetta Stone French. I have to find someone to practice with because I’m still not comfortable and spend an inordinate time searching for words I already know upsetting the flow of the conversation.

Monday ain’t so bad.

JWL

READY FOR THE RIDE