TBT Happy Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving has to be the ultimate Throw Back Thursday.

Of course there are photos.  And after all the effort putting out the good china, aligning the silver (with that ruler from the opening credits of Downton Abbey) and family crystal, by god, I’m taking a photo of the table. You may also take photos of the food because you work All Fucking Day on a meal that drunk relatives consumed in a manner of minutes.

Ah, good times, fond memories.

Happy Thanksgiving – remember to make up stories to entertain the family members who were actually there but don’t remember the event in quite the same way.

Catharine's Family 2015

My two sons, their wives both of whom kept their own names (good job ladies!), my husband and our granddaughter.

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Our Town Tuesday

“Does anyone ever realize lifeOur Town Tuesday
while they live it…
every, every minute?”

What if we lived one day a week
Not looking for the meme –
Hump Day
TGIF

Not focused on its end
Getting through
Getting it over with
Finishing up
in favor
Of a better future
that more Special Day

Stay in this day – Our Town Tues.
(#OTT)
Please note:
The oatmeal – steel cut or not
The song on the playlist
The mustard between the winter vines
Unbroken shoelaces

Thank:
A place to go
A voice who answers
Electricity and hot water

Acknowledge the pennies
From the cashier
as if
It were your last sentence

Celebrate the ordinary
the sky held overhead by mysterious forces
The earth that this morning, remains still.
Air – Flush toilets – Delivered mail

Realize life
In this least important day
This Tuesday
Like a saint
Like a poet

It will be important enough.

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I Make Lots of Plans

Poem, I make lots of PlansYou know the theory: if you want something really badly, make other plans and it will appear. It’s like when you want the children to do A, but they refuse and do B. Ignore them, and work on A all by yourself, they will hustle right over (whitewashing a fence comes to mind).  So if you want to get pregnant, find that perfect job.  If you want to move, fall in love in situ.  Never fails.  Okay, once it failed. I made other plans in January and it’s April and nothing has happened.

Don’t listen to me.

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The Price of Knowledge

Poem, the Price of Knowledge

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Traveling Light

I’m traveling light this week.  I travel with my husband and with my mother, sometimes separately, sometimes together. And I always travel light – one carry on, one briefcase (I’m carrying a Think Tank LilyDeanne bag – love it).  What do you carry?  That’s the big fat metaphor of course, what baggage Traveling Lightare we lugging around?  What can we leave behind? How many shoes, really can we wear in three weeks?

Travel light, you can go faster, farther and if you’re like me, you’ll end up carrying your mother’s luggage anyway.

Now that’s a metaphor.

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I Thought there was Only Tomato

Poem by #CatharineBramkampwriter

I did!  I thought there was just one kind of Andy Warhol soup. Which just shows that a person can’t know everything about modern art or pop art.  I share my surprise with you.

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Those Slow Corduroy Afternoons

Those slow Corduroy afternoons

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We May Never Have Eternity

We have eternity Fabulous sewer cover courtesy of Bergen, Norway

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Morning

Poem: art always lies

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I have Folded My Sweaters

Poem about tidying up

Who could resist?  I did all the tidying up I could and stood in the clean house waiting for my whole life to change.  It has not.  You read it here first.

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