Happy Thanksgiving Tomorrow - 11/26/08

Tomorrow we'll all be busy with family for Thanksgiving so I wanted to spread a little cheer today with the help of one very funny old lady "Maxine".  Enjoy.



And finally a note for "Black Friday".

At Six Months - 11/21/08

I've written a poem to commemorate the sixth month since Warren's passing. The last few days have been good ones, but overall this has been the hardest time yet. I've heard that this place in grief is called the pit and I can now understand why.



A Dark Place

Half a year gone already.

Spring turned into Summer then Autumn,

Winter is coming on fast.

Where you once stood beside me

There is an empty space,

An empty place at the table,

An empty half of the bed.

I've taken your name off of things.

Your clothes are gone except for your baseball cap which hangs by the door.

When I put it up to my face, I can still breathe you in.

A thousand daggers hide in ordinary things.

The things that changed, the things that haven't changed, both cut the same.

How can I still be living when so much of who I was is gone?

Hollowed out and insubstantial;

Grief leaves a mark on the landscape,

Like glaciers, inexorable and unforgiving, cold.

Half a year gone.

Half a year gone.

Half a year gone.

by C. Jones, Nov. 2008

Happy Birthday to Me - 11/20/08

This tote bag was made for me by my amazing artist friend Robin.  I'm not sure if you can see the amazing detail of all the pieced leaves and the crow, but trust me when I tell you,  this is incredibly beautiful.  Thank you Robin.

I had expected to feel sad today, but instead I'm feeling very grateful to have so many loving friends and family members who care for me.  I am truly blessed.

Yesterday I went out to lunch with some of my ex co-workers.  I don't think any of them are running from the law, so I'm going to post our picture from yesterday.  I wish I could say I was *pretty in pink*.

Tonight my daughter and granddaughter are coming over and bringing pizza for dinner and Saturday we're having dinner with my son and his significant other.  My Mom and I celebrated when I saw her on Sunday.  Birthday's can last a long time if you play your cards right.

So now I'm 62 just in case you're wondering but were afraid to ask.  I'm not old, but I'm getting there.

This Will Drive My Daughter Crazy - 11/15/08

Windows is Shutting Down

by Clive James

Windows is shutting down, and grammar are
On their last leg. So what am we to do?
A letter of complaint go just so far,
Proving the only one in step are you.

Better, perhaps, to simply let it goes.
A sentence have to be screwed pretty bad
Before they gets to where you doesnt knows
The meaning what it must be meant to had.

The meteor have hit. Extinction spread,
But evolution do not stop for that.
A mutant languages rise from the dead
And all them rules is suddenly old hat.

Too bad for we, us what has had so long
The best seat from the only game in town.
But there it am, and whom can say its wrong?
Those are the break. Windows is shutting down.

"Windows Is Shutting Down" by Clive James from Opal Sunset: Selected poems, 1958–2008. © W.W. Norton & Company, 2008.

Cathedrals of the Forest - 11/5/08