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Monday, January 4, 2016


The sun sets
like a child
forced to bed,
and yelling
and turning
the sky red.
He wants 
to stay
for another day
so we can
have more time 
to play.

   It has been another busy day for me.  I found the box with my computer, monitor and printer in it, but I don't have them hooked up yet.  My desk is still upside down in the middle of the floor.  It needed to be glued and then I couldn't take the weight of it to turn it over because my broken wrist is still causing some problems with weighty things.  Plus, my empty file cabinet was locked to move it.  Now, I can't find the keys to unlock it.  I put the shelf brackets taped inside and now I can't open the files to get them out.  All little problems.  Anybody have suggestions for where I should look for the keys, or how to get the locked file cabinet open?  Anyway, I figure in about another 20 days, I'll have all the boxes emptied.  One of my bookcases did not last the journey, so I guess the answer is to get rid of some of my books. Anyway, after working all day on getting boxes emptied and the house more settled, I'm tired and expect to sleep well tonight.
   I hope your day was a good one and that you wrote an interesting poem.

  Tomorrow is another day.


  1. I love the idea of the sunset as an angry child not wanting to go to bed. Great poem!
    Good luck on all of your unpacking and settling in. I'd love to see pictures of your new digs. Aloha! =)

  2. Thanks, Bridget.
    Pix coming as soon as I'm settled. I still don't have my desk top computer connected, or the printer, fax, etc. And I finally got the locked file cabinet opem. Yea! Personal email coming soon.

  3. Cool comparison!

    A friend told me of a mover's answer to wrapping breakable cookware--pack it with her winter coat! Not too good since she spent thanksgiving in Denver without her warmest coat!

  4. Just a wonderful poem, Joy. Great imagery. Love it.