This is what I've started doing:

I pull the little blue stool that I bought from my favorite antique store, a stool that says "Stool" and has the writing and background that you just know belongs with the bobbed hair and aproned wives of the 50s. I set it in front of my radio/CDplayer/tape player/record player in the kitchen and listen to Garrison Keillor's Poetry Hour when I'm lucky enough to remember to catch it, and I just sit there and listen. Tonight it was Tony Hoagland's "The Change", a poem I've never heard by a poet I don't think I know, and I sat there not knowing exactly what to think but knowing that it was true, this poem that says that our world has changed. Of course it has. Even since I've been alive it's changed, so imagine how much so since it's birth. --- It's a good poem.


I'm leaving now to meet a co-worker for a drink or two at the bar just a block from me- she just called. Here's wishing everyone a very happy weekend :)