Fours

Four jobs I’ve had:
Artist's model
Singing telegrams
Stocking shelves for Toys R Us
Collecting gas prices for Lundberg survey

Four movies I could watch over and over:
The Quiet Man
Bringing Up Baby (and anything else with either Kate Hepburn or Cary Grant)
Anything with Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
Shadowlands

Four places I’ve lived:
Oakridge, Oregon
Shelley, Idaho
Bayou Vista, Louisiana
Lehi, Utah

Four TV shows I love to watch:
House
The Closer
Simply Quilts
Cash in the Attic

Four places I’ve gone on vacation:
Yellowstone
Cresent City, California
Ensenada, Mexico
Biloxi, Mississippi

Four websites I visit daily:
eBay
A's blog
T's blog
K's blog

Four people I need to tag:
Ok...this one is lame for me cuz I don't know a lot of people with blogs at this point. And all three of them I know have already done this. In fact...2 of them tagged me. No point in having them do it all again, now is there. hehe

word well

As long as I can remember I have been writing. Sometimes it gets in the way. Sometimes it is the way.


images come seeping up through
the floor of that other life
that life filled with flour and yeast
for bread-making and the brush
that scours the toilet on Saturdays
words come up, seeping through the carpet
that needs to be vacuumed
holding the dishes in the sink
words muddy the water of responsibility
undammed and demanding
they keep the roast in the refrigerator
the unforgiving aunt comes in unannounced
finds unmade beds
heaps of laundry, musty towels
books everywhere and piles of paper
covered with impatient marks
words that will not wait for punctuation
the well of words cannot be stopped
words trickle in around the baseboard
words that won't settle with the dust
muddy works that slide down in dismay
clear images that glint in the sun
tattered silken sounds of moving water
soft white snow that sheds light on dark places
images not caught float by
dry in the sun
evaporate
are gone