Today we were prompted to write a poem about our mothers' kitchens, without actually BEING part of the poem. There needs to be a female relative who enters the kitchen, an oven, something green, something dead. As I tell you this, I realize there is no oven in the poem I've written. Sigh.
But that is what revision's for after all. We are also to bring in some "found object" tomorrow. I have not found anything. Sigh. I wonder about the spider web I discovered on the porch railing this morning. I can't bring it in, but I do have a picture I took of it. I will make it count.
Have I told you about my new portable hot spot? It is so amazing to be able to put this little device on the table and connect wirelessly to the internet, even 10 miles out to sea. I am a bit of a technology diva. I love making use of (practical use of) these new things. It makes life easier all around. But I remember when the biggest boost in tech was the transistor radio. I remember when cell phones were "car phones" that plugged in and resembled a brick with an antenna. I date myself here.
On another note, my middle daughter is turning 40 tomorrow. How is THAT even possible? In what universe? I may write something about her. Why not? I'm on a roll.
So my roomie is sleeping and I ought to switch off the light. It would be so easy just to jump on Facebook for a quick look...