5/15

Well what do you know
The new car is here and 
Mom is happy

5/14

Another a day seeing other cars,
Understand my mother’s need to 
Check everything out. 

With my brothers’ help this is doable

But the only other contender is more than 

We should pay. 

With their support, choose to stay with the first, 
Am met with no enthusiasm. Now what
Do I do.

5/13

Spent the day on the internet,
narrowing the choices of cars to see 
To a handful. 

Then went to see the first on the list 
The one closest to the criteria needed, 
Fits well, phew.

5/12

Came up to visit, placed a rose 
For you with love, and 
Shared a beer. 

You didn’t mind, did you, I goofed, 
T’was hard cider. Then thought about 
The newest car 

You are again getting for my mother. 
With you in my memory, walking with me, 
I'll do it.

5/11

My brother’s yard is a wonderful place to sit,
Or not. I say so because the go-go’s love
Running through it.

5/10

Up early and away for the long drive north
Go-gos sleeping quietly in back we arrive
Finally, to find

The cars at my mother’s all undone, hers fatally.
I wonder, had I not arrived now, when ever would
I had learned.

5/9

Stayed the day in DC with a friend, doing
Small good chores and errands, bought some
lovely small tiles.

5/8

Another day of readying to leave
House is clean enough, cats taken care of
I leave late.

5/7

Thought I had more time to get things together
Before I leave to go see my mother. Per usual, not.
So I painted.

5/6

If the island drawing session were once a week rather than 
Catch as catch can,  most weekly social needs I have would 
Be well met.

5/5

Tywla Tharp's words of the muse “That for whom I long to labor”
Has hovered in my mind a long time, not at all clear. For what
“That”, and “whom”?

To my question a friend did reply: "That for whom I long to labor
Is something inside me, another voice that speaks...to me. It is
Like the wind,

Sometimes blowing long and hard, forcing me to bend in its direction. 
Other times, so gentle a  breeze, I need be so still to feel, to not move 
too quickly, strongly. 

That 'wind' within is for whom I labor, even when it isn't there, 
treasuring the times I feel it strongly, it makes the laboring easier". 

I say, "Thank-you."

5/4

It is late afternoon and I am not sitting on your bench but
Rather on the deck, reading, writing and allowing ideas,
Thoughts to bloom

In my mind as the breezes cross my face, silk on skin,
While the dogs lay underfoot and I imagine life here
Or anywhere else

With only myself and to wonder, what and where and how 
I am considering such. And before all that why would
I have such.

5/3

A day of greeting folks as they came through my friend’s door
To see our work hanging on the walls throughout the house.
I enjoy it.

And that some painting are bought, sweet. And as the sun dropped,
I packed up my paintings and fed, walked the dogs and then,
Made my dinner,

Thinking about being alone in a place other than our home and
Putting on a little house like a potential garment that possibly might,
Even alone, fit.

5/2

Have spent the evening unpacking and re-arranging paintings.
Saying “hi “ to friends and now all looks good, time for
dinner and talking.

5/1

I have spent the day packing paintings for the art walk at a friend’s 
Boxes full, car packed, wall’s empty..that used to make you sad
I agree, bittersweet.