Poetry | Posted by Jannie on 22 March 2009 @ 2:08 PM
Response
“it seems so incredible to me that I actually interact with people like you and Rachel who are actual professional musicians,”
the new commenter writes
while I’m thinking,
it seems so incredible to me that I interact with people who actually return to this den of funiquity. (And deem a post worthy of a comment!)
The Bench
We sat on the bench
outside the cafe
crossed legged
facing each other,
knees touching —
a diamond of
mother-daughter.
She was five.
I took her small
hands in mine
to tell her that
her “best friend”
had not invited her
to the sleepover party.
Overall, she took that
first heartbreak
much better than I.
Error Reports
Banks love you — they are only interested in serving,
couldn’t give a hoot if they ever made a penny or not.
Yes, and somewhere in a room with 1000 computers
Microsoft employees not only reading, but are joyfully
getting to the root of all those Error Reports we send.
Now I Have To Leave This Sofa
Now I have to leave this sofa
where I’d gladly remain until
the end of my earthly days.
I must get in my car and drive
where many other cars will be,
my standard transmission
making it even harder to be
the lazy one I so love to be.
And the sofa will miss me,
will remember and keep the
indentation of my buttocks
until I return. (If I return.)
But I should return, as
there is a thick fog and
traffic will be slow — no
spectacular crashes today.
Bumper to bumper, I’ll
push that freaking clutch in
500 times until I’m back here.
But I shouldn’t complain.
I am heartily loved and someday
The Child will be a teen, driving
herself to my hell and back
and no doubt I’ll be missing
these simple days when all I
had to do was pick her up and
drop her off places I’d planned
for her to be, not sitting at home
worrying where she is and if she’s
okay, while this or another fine sofa
will have all my buttocks it can handle.
Family | Posted by Jannie on 18 March 2009 @ 11:18 AM
photo credit: my Aunt Sue in 1970!
After May 10th there are gonna be some major changes around Funstertown!
I’ll finally organize ALL my old pictures, pre-digital camera and put up a Fabulous Pictorial Post about my penpals I visited in Europe in 1999. I’ve been writing back and forth since 1994 — yes, snailmail letters, with seven gals around my age. And two more in Brisbane, Australia. But I owe them All letters now ’cause I’ve turned my fancy to this blogging thang. (Any pals reading this – please forgive me yet again – I promise I’ll write soon. I really will. This blog post will be my witness and my readers will hopefully hold me accountable. xo)
After May 10th I’ll scan some photos of Younger Jannie too. I was a baby once! Hey, I’ll put up a photo I did scan for my old blog a while back. That was me at 6 and my brother Patrick at 5. Sadly, Pat was killed in a car crash when he was 16. Heart-breaking, yes, but what can you do? Life and love go on. I also had a sister die when she was hit by a car in front of our home. She was 6 and I was 12 at the time. Her name was Louanne.
Long deep breath.
Another deep breath.
Okay.
After May 10th Kelly’s rooom will be completely redecorated and rearranged. It’s gotten so overloaded with things that need to be culled through. eBay, here we come.
I’ll file papers.
I’ll plant flowers.
I’ll start that vegetable garden.
I’ll pick up a hammer and saw, or at least a paintbrush and vacuum cleaner. (Reminds me of that joke my landlord likes to tell… You hear about the blind carpenter? He picked up his hammer and saw!) 😉
After May 10th will be a general Spring Clean for this May Queen. (As I mentioned in a recent comment to The Wonderful & Wise Blogger Talon, I used to think that Led Zeplin lyric was “a sprinkling” for the May Queen.)
What I’m trying to say is….. I’ve been so fixated on that date and preparation for my big-little CD release show that I haven’t really looked beyond it or imagined the possibility of life after May 10th, 2009. And I’m not so sure if that’s healthy or not. It’s not really that I’m out of balance, but I am putting a ton of things on hold. You know what I mean? Do you ever get like that?
Friends, Seriously Weird | Posted by Jannie on 16 March 2009 @ 7:31 AM
photo credit: Six Until Me
Friends, you had some seriously great tagline ideas for me, thanks!! In fact, there are over 20 I’ll be using in as many upcoming weeks. And now that I can make a widget link “button” — holy cow — I gonna link you winners up!
To celebrate this Tagline Kick-Off today, I’m leaving Robin’s inadvertant “seriously weird” one up for another week with her widget link directly under my bog eye — yes, that’s she in the photo as a child! Robin, the seriously wonderful gal of the Let’s Live Forever! blog and her partner Frank run a recording studio called The Sound Sculptor and Frank’s favorite fish is the Humphead Maori Wrasse at the Melbourne Aquarium!
And now, without further ado, drum-roll please, the deservant tagline winners are…
I’ll be putting all the taglines in my codfishing boot and drawing randomly to post the new taglines and widget links on Mondays.
For those of you who did not “win” this fame and glory contest, you’re ALL winners to me and will remain so. Forever and ever. xo And EVER!! I love you all.
Kitchen Sink | Posted by Jannie on 13 March 2009 @ 10:05 AM
photo credit: Woman’s Day
I’ve got $69.97 in the bank and I feel positively RICH!!
What makes you feel rich?
Poetry, Song Stuff | Posted by Jannie on 11 March 2009 @ 6:29 AM
A weight has lifted.
I’ve finally laid down my rucksack and rifle to drink my fill of the first water I’ve had in 24 hours. Then slept a good sleep while my socks dried out.
My belly’s full.
My comrades all made it through too.
(I’m allowing my music to flow with ease, not struggle.)
The garden where I played my guitar and sang under broad palm leaves earlier tonight was strewn with white lights. (Edit: I was just sitting and practicing.)
A girl no older than 6 insisted I take a dollar for a tip.
I’m rich now!
I skipped running yesterday and the day before. Skipped it! But am quite over that guilt now. As I mentioned, a weight has lifted. I feel reborn.
Today I will be one with the trees and the river as I walk. I will drown in the smell of the earthen mulch. Drink in the birdsong.
I might even run. All the more fun that it’s raining a bit.
The UVs will not age me!
Then I’ll get a muffin and a coffee.
I hope the muffins will be fresh (even the supermarket is skimping lately. They probably think no one notices. But I do. Still, I forgive them. Times are tough for many.)
After my coffee-muffin who knows what could happen?
I could discover Paris right here at home.
Find a cat sunning by a gate who lets me pet him.
Do a fandango in the soup aisle.
I want to write a song about….. I’m not sure.
The ukulele one unearthed itself quite quickly, thanks to the love of my peeps.
I want to write a song as good as “Tears In Heaven,” “The Girl From Ipanema” or “The Rainbow Connection.”
(I wanted to write “Blowing In The Wind,” but Dylan beat me to it. Dang it.)
Universe, where are the words to my melody?
Where is my answer?
In me, of course.
But, where?
And what?
