always on a friday.

My tooth hurts.

Which one?

This one right here.

I am going to push on it, let me know when it hurts.


That’s not the tooth.

Did you fall?

Sissy threw a rock at me.

No, I didn’t, shouted from the other room emphatically.

I fell down,


A rock flew up in to my mouth.

How did that happen?

I don’t know, I was just standing by the fence.

Now that we have cleared that up,

I wonder why

Always on a Friday?


I have one sandal and it doesn’t fit.

Let’s find the other one.

At the end of August in Ontario

I have no desire to purchase another pair of pink sandals.

How about these? I entice trying make closed toe shoes

No one wants to wear jazzy and exciting.



Always on a Friday when

My verve and enthusiasm is sapped,

Preparing for weekend visits and

All The Things

That are usually happening.


Should I call the dentist


Throw caution in to the wind

Wondering if I will spend half a day in the ER

With four other children in tow.

Maybe I should root through boxes for one




Brave the traffic and shops

Rifling through clearance sandals.

The start of the weekend

An exhausting proposition.



when i take these pictures.

When I take these pictures,

Mostly of my baby at the time

There is a purity of mind.

No boasting

But a true heart bursting with the

Desire to not forget.

To try to capture

A feeling of the essence. 

The smile,

A poorly lit foot

Is a desperate attempt 

To hove in to my brain 

These brilliant moments

I can never have back.

Sorry to deluge you,

I know it’s obnoxious 

But try to see a tiny me

In the backround

Wanting to bottle time.



*keeping myself writing with the Write Alm prompts.



i am doing an experiment.


Loud and proud has returned to my right hand.

I am doing an experiment, I let Husband know.

It seems to have something to do with weather patterns


Maybe the moon.

Let me know, he laughs.


Working myself in to a full lather of gloom,


Whatever else that seems to be ailing me

Is exhausting.


Being easygoing.

I am doing an experiment.

Husband just came home in his new to him pickup.

I suggested he go pick up beer 

On his own.

I ask you,

Is there anything more easygoing than this?

I will let you know about this experiment.