The Mouse

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in my quasi sleep mode

where he kisses me goodbye

before leaving for work

he whispered

be careful when you open the door

there’s a mouse trying to get in

because that’s what happens on a farm

when even the field mouse have had it

with the scorching heat of summer

which prompted deep sleep dreams

of a mouse with a tiny suitcase

because his car ran out of gas

selling encyclopedias

running from a snake

proclaiming his testimony

asking for a glass of water

hoping to find a new home

Slice of Sadness: Raw Truths

sometimes I suppress memory

sorrow, disgust, guilt, misgivings

I should probably take more

action on like those

twin mattresses we delivered

to that young single mother of

five dirty children in a photo we saw

in all the mess

and a filthy home last week,

mattresses practically new

we no longer needed, so I listed them

on Facebook Marketplace for cheap

the young mother didn’t have a person

or a way to get them so we delivered

them, left them on the

wheelchair ramp to her mobile home

sat in silence for a few moments staring

at the dump of the place, the broken

chairs and table, the dilapidated pet

cage (minus a pet, thank God),

plastic bags of strewn clothing,

home tattoo kit in a bag with needles,

smashed toys, headless dolls, trash

shattered bottles, crushed cans,

upturned cooler, bricks, dishes, wet papers,

random things everywhere destroyed

by rain and weather and wondered

(tried not to judge but it was impossible)

then a man came out with a bike helmet

and we asked if he was the boyfriend

meeting us to receive the beds

and in an offended tone told us no way

he was only there to fix a leak

with force like we’d slapped him

so we left them there in all the filth

right by a trash heap and wondered

whether to call DFACS or mind our

own business (remembering: I’m mandated

even outside of my own county, I’m

mandated as a human being for

reporting deplorable conditions)

I know they’re inanimate objects

my husband turned to me

confessing a hard truth

as we backed out of the parking space

but I almost feel sorry for the mattresses

I swallowed hard and admitted:

I keep telling myself that there

are five children who need a place

to sleep and these may be the

only clean beds they’ll ever see

(and maybe the only beds at all)

sobered by the experience

of this hardship case

rattled to the core, speechless,

we drove 23 miles back to clean

trying to forget all we’d seen

wondering if we owned enough soap

but still asking: did we do the right thing?

should we return with groceries,

does she have services in place?

because tears do not cure hunger

tears do not clothe children

no, crying doesn’t change a thing

I can only show snippets of photographs – someone else left some bed frames to go with our mattresses.

Note: we only saw photographs, not the actual children.

Camper Modification

repositioning

makes all the sleep difference

in a tiny space

We’re teardrop camper fans who downsized from a 30 foot Keystone Outback to a 21 foot Little Guy Max to scale back and simplify our camping experiences. As primarily weekend campers, we don’t like to make camping a production with every gizmo and gadget. We like to spend time off the grid, using what we have to make do – – and we certainly don’t like to cook and wash a lot of dishes while we’re busy sitting around doing nothing.

Our favorite way to travel is to stumble across a sudden cancelled reservation on a campground and decide spur-of-the-moment to throw together a couple of pairs of shorts and t-shirts and whatever food happens to be in the kitchen and hook up the camper and go. Unplanned. Last minute. Spontaneously seeking an adventure that was not going to happen ten minutes ago. Not a five-star hotel with a restaurant and pool, not a cruise cabin with a balcony or a VRBO with a hot tub.

From the moment we brought her home, we loved this sweet little tiny space. It may look small, but it has all we need, including a wet bath (combination shower/toilet room) and a stargazer window. It has seven windows, a Fantastic fan, a clothes closet and pantry, and a tv in the front for watching church or for when it rains and in back for movies before bed.

But what we didn’t love was the bed. Even though the previous owners had upgraded the original mattress, we still woke up with hip and backaches and never could get quite comfortable enough for a full night’s rest. One of us (me) had to climb over the other one to get up and go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and two adults and three dogs in a queen size bed was not working.

That’s when we decided to modify the bed. We designed a plan to extend the sleeping space into the belly of the camper to allow more room. Here’s what we did:

First, we measured the height we’d need to extend the bed out. We ordered four 17-inch step stools for support on four corners of a one-inch Lagun table we already had and placed the table hardware-side-down in the middle of the stools.

Next, we measured the cushion width we’d need and saw that the cushions from the front table would work if doubled-up, so we added two on the bottom and two more on top of those cushions to level the cushion surface flush with the mattress and foam topper.

Since there appear to be no T-shaped sheets anywhere, we added a separate fitted sheet over the cushions and each took one sheet and one blanket to cover our space as we repositioned, eliminating any cover thieves who may be lurking with an eye to steal the other’s covers in the dead of night.

We think we’ve found the solution that will allow us to keep this camper for a longer time before we try another camper. We’re keeping careful notes of what we like and don’t like, but for now we think we’ve adapted a winner. And the only purchase we had to make, the step stools, double as chair-side coffee tables and foot props for when we’re in the camp chairs outside doing absolutely nothing.

The Dilemma

We hadn’t expected a wren’s nest

built in our camping dog kennel

in the back of the pickup

but it was there, with eggs

we hatched our own plan

substituting

table for

pickup

truck

Headline News Nonet: on the countdown…..

woodcutters will be here in one month

evicting our birds from their homes

they were scheduled for April

I’m scheduled for heartbreak

I asked for “not spring!”

nestling killings

are not an

option

here

Boo Shoo Nonet

Boo sitting with his soul human (dad) 6/30/2024 needing no one else in the world

Boo’s got that human look in his eyes

the kind people give as eye rolls

stare-down between dog and man

are you being for real?

I’m gon’ ignore that!

you’re joking, right??

go away!

I’m done.

Shoo!

****

oh,

but then

Boo Radley

steals my chair, begs

me to sit with him

to assure him that his

world is on its right axis

that he is the favorite dog

begs my forgiveness for his Boo shoos

Boo in my writing chair on 7/2/2024

Three-Leaved Double Tricube

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yesterday

a strange car

pulled up, left

just out of

range of the

cameras

this morning

way back in

our woods it

smells like pot

I can’t help

wondering

if we have

homeless folks

living in

our forest

getting rides

in strange cars

Sunday Morning Donuts Nonet

they like their mini donut breakfasts

it’s what happens on Sundays here

pre First-Baptist-of-You-Tube

sitting at their dad’s feet

waiting on a bite

patient Schnoodles

best-behavied

time of

all

Baby Deer Haiku

We fear this young fawn

has fallen victim to our

night-time predators

we kept seeing it

all alone, no mother close

….did, but now we don’t

Stay tuned!

Great Granny’s Caramel Cake

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my great granny Lena

made a caramel layer cake

second to none

back in the 1930s

between the Great Depression

and the sugar rationing years

teaching her daughters

the fine art of baking

just the way to moisten

the flour

just the way to bake

to touch

just the way to cook

the caramel sauce

not staying true

to any recipe, just

baking from the

knowing

baking from the heart

the way it tastes best

downtown,

a young man

“helps” an old lady across the

street when she

doesn’t want to go

still, emails come

offering to

pound cakes into molds

like this

the kind of store-bought

cake no one raves

about ever:

We are prepared

to support leaders

with individualized

coaching to positively

impact their school districts. 

We have assembled

some of the best professionals

throughout the state to serve

as executive coaches.

We have made it a top priority

to provide this

performance-based l

leadership to inspire

leaders to “GROW” and achieve

maximum impact

my granny Lena knew the art

of a thing could not

underpower

the science of a thing

because frosting-forcing

falls miserably ~ implodes

like a cake that might

have been delicious