Too Far to Go

When I lived in Marietta,
6 miles from the Ohio,
I went to the river to write all the time.

But now that I’m in Louisville,
6 miles from the Ohio
the river seems too far.

Go figure.


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Gilmore Girls beats Debates


I watched Gilmore Girls instead of the 3rd debate because I’ve seen enough of one and not the other. The whole premise of GG is so clever – a single mother estranged from her parents goes to them for financial help in paying the child’s tuition and the agreement to loan the money has a string attached, an obligation for weekly dinner.

This is my 3rd or 4th time through GG. Once again, I near cried when Emily pays her first visit to her grown daughter’s home and sees a photo of her with her leg in a cast. She hadn’t known about the broken leg.

Very moving, the encounter with what’s been missed while everybody was standing their ground.

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When a Pressing Schedule Threatens to Rob Me


Louisville is full of facades that have been preserved.
I don’t want to become one of them, just a face with no substance behind it.

I had a nightmare that I invited a bunch of writers to my house for a weekend retreat but had a conflicting commitment to serve lasagna at church and kept running back and forth between home and church, passing refugees as I went. Also, really nasty laundry was piling up on the kitchen counter. Is this just dream soup or a sign I’m doing too much?

My friend Charlie cautioned me two weeks ago about burnout. I’m not usually on the receiving end of such warnings. I take great care in knowing my limits and keeping a balanced calendar with breathing space. And yet, knowing pride goes before a fall, I considered his words.

I am presently involved in 2 12-week things that are running concurrently. I’m enjoying both, but……  Did I not see the overlap when I signed up for each of them? Indeed I did. One, though, has turned out to be a little more than I anticipated. What I thought would be a 1-1/2 hour meeting once a week has turned out to be 2-1/2 hours. The extra hour falls at the end of the evening when I would normally be climbing into bed. AND it’s a Monday night.

It’s funny how a little thing like that can throw off the entire week.

That commitment ends in a few weeks and I’ll see it through, but I’m pretty sure I won’t sign up for the same arrangement in the spring. Even though I won’t have the other 12-week commitment, I think having a late Monday night just doesn’t work for me.

This is small potatoes, but it’s also kinda big because if I don’t manage my own calendar, soon I’ll turn into one of those people who runs from one thing to another in a whirlwind of busyness with nothing left to offer those I care about most.

It’s an ongoing challenge, this calendar thing.  There’s a regular need for reassessing and culling.

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