I recently had two more poems accepted. These particular poems are ones I wrote over a year ago. One of them, the one I’ve been sending out regularly, accumulated at least five rejections (I only started keeping track part way through the year,)
Still, as I recently reminded a friend of mine, Theodore Seuss Geisel accumulated 27 rejections from 27 different publishers before being accepted.
My finger is better but it still hurts and I have limited range of motion.
I see the hand guy on October 10th.
All that ’cause I didn’t let go of the !!! door handle in time.
Sunday while carrying something up from the basement I managed to sprain the middle finger of my right hand. I grabbed the door handle, opened the door, then continued in with my fingers still wrapped around the latch handle. Ow!!!
Folks, don’t try this at home.
I had an appointment for my annual Mammogram this morning. I was a little bleary eyed, having worked until 9:30, gone to bed at midnight and up at 6 AM, only to discover when I finally thought to pick up my telephone messages that in addition to the Mammogram at 9:45 and the appointment with the doctor at 11AM to follow up, I had an additional appointment for 8AM. Ack!
Traffic was terrible and I didn’t arrive until 8:30, saw Dr. number 1 at 9, was 5 minutes early for the Mammogram, found I had to register, go up two floors, change into a gown, get Mammogrammed (Ouch!), wait for the technician to read it (fine), change back, and back to building 1 to wait for doctor number 2.
By the time I was done it was almost noon. I hadn’t had breakfast (no time!).
I just sent my chapter book off to an agent. Oy! I feel like a parent sending their child off to the first day of kindergarten!
I also just heard back about a piece of mine that I’d sent out in April. This stuff takes time.
They have finally fixed the buttons on the elevators so that we only have to push one button to call any of the elevators — no more running from one side of the hall to the other to push both.
I posted something in reply to something for a (email) group I’m on and *my reply* ended up in my bulk mail folder.
This is far from the first post to this group that has ended up in my bulk mail folder — I just wish I could figure out *why*.
I was largely unsuccessful in getting several of our boys to eat their vegetables. Cooked was a total loss, but we did manage to get them to eat raw carrots.
However, our mutual youngest got some *really great* homework when he was ten or so — keep a food log for a week of everything he ate *** and it’s nutritional content ***. He spent the week going around muttering, “Do you realize how many grams of fat are in these (chips, cookies, etc).” His eating habits took a great leap forward after this.
Ever been at a loss for words? As a parent this was a frequent occurrence.
There was the time C, then about 6, asked me “Did you and Dad make love five times?” (three of them, two miscarriagges).
I believe I replied, “I’ve lost count.”
Then there wast he time CR, probably about 5, asked me, “Is Good Real?” Neither my liberal Jewish upbringing nor my membership in a UU congregation as an adult prepared me for this. I dropped the ball. CR then asked my oldest, M, who shrugged. I promised to ask our minister — she answered, “God is as real as anything else.”
Then there was the time CR asked the same question about Santa Clause — he was about 6. As I was mulling over how to answer this, C, then 8 1/2, came into the room. I was sure he was going to give the show away, but he merely replied, “I bet Santa uses Federal Express.”
Ever since I’ve been stuck with image of Santa at the North Pole trotting down to the local FedEx office with a sleigh full of presents …