Rough Monday. I think things ended up better than before the day started, but really…that’s just a guess.
And this followed after running a short experiment that ended up with exactly the results I’d expected to see. There’s nothing wrong with an experiment that confirms a theory, but it’s the experiments that go completely sideways that make life and Science worth living. The fact that my initial hypothesis was borne out…sort of sad. I’d have really liked to have been proven wrong.
I could have let the experiment run longer — maybe I just didn’t give it enough time — but I think that eventually would have just depressed me. I’m more confident in my original analysis than I am in the world.
On the plus side, I did just this very instant tell my dear friend that I’m gassy in an attempt to cheer her up. Ie: “At least you didn’t eat split pea soup last night!” (In my defense, it was homemade split pea soup.)
And so it goes.
Let’s go to some cabin in the woods, you and I,
some hand-hewn room of golden pine
glowing warm with the lifeblood of the trees
and of the craftsman whose hands fit the pieces
together so snug.
I’ll stoke a fire in the old iron stove
and fill a kettle with fresh white snow
while you snuggle under an old quilt
deciphering stitches and reading faded fabric.
With two giant mugs of steaming tea,
a spot of honey for you,
I’ll slide my stockinged feet across the waxed boards
and slip next to you on the cozy couch under the soft old quilt,
suffused with your warmth
We’ll sit there a while
hugging the mugs with our hands.
Adrien, tell me what I’ve got to do to get you onto this pillow today. I’ll even throw in the undercoating for free.
Of course I mean because I have a very good, ergonomically sound pillow with excellent support. What else could I possible mean?
First thing Imma do if I get my hands on a Vortex Manipulator is go back to spy on my-younger-self until young-I mutters, “I’ll show them; someday I’ll show all of them!”
Then Imma punch my-young-self in the face and say, “No. You won’t.”
(is that a verb, now?)
my poems as bad poetry
so even this silly Fib I will not tag as such