It has been a busy week. Fun family time and work stuff, mostly. No preparations for eternity, no work on the novel, the stories, or the poems. Today, a job interview; wish me luck with that.

On monday I got into a tussle with our little dog Happy, trying to prevent her eating a little piece of chicken some slob dropped in the park. She didn’t understand I was trying to save her from swallowing a bone, like the one that almost killed her in 2005. She panicked and bit me. No big deal, my hand is healing. And Happy is over it too. But I’m still annoyed with the cretins who use that park on Sunday afternoons.

Anyway, it hasn’t been a bad week, but I’m looking forward to Saturday anyway. I need to get some weekend air and exercise.

Since I have nothing new for you, here’s an old poem I never finished but mostly abandoned.

MADE OF GLASS

I’m here now. It rained
for two days and I stood
very still, made of glass.

At midnight, I buttered bread,
made tea, and it rained. Outside,
there were painful sounds.

I will be gone soon,
becomming a storm over the dull
hills. That’s how it is.