Wednesday, March 06, 2013
I wrote a poem. It is my life.
The snow is snowing all around,
It snows on field and tree,
It snows on the evergreens near,
And all too often, me.
~Hat tip to Robert Lewis Stevenson
On my way to school...except the streets are not plowed in Madison.
Emma was home for the blink of an eye....
Her hair does it's own thing.
You know she had lovely sweet curls when she was a toddler.
Impromptu iPhone shoot in the bathroom.
Yes. She knit her scarf.
Today I will drive back and forth to school three times and then to volleyball and home from volleyball.
I will be on playground duty today and tomorrow.
Sometimes people tell me I should get a job.
I don't know who would take care of all the driving and school responsibilities if I did.
I think I have a job.
Donna Elsie aka the accidental chauffeur
p.s. here is another poem