Beans in their ears

Remember that song? Well … you’d have to be familiar with “The Fantasticks,” a show that started the year I was born and only closed within the last couple of years or so. Anywho, it had a delightful song that asked the age old question:

Why did the kids put beans in their ears?
You cannot hear with beans in your ears.
Why did the kids put beans in their ears?

And, of course, being a very kindly sort of show, the song then provided the answer for anyone who really didn’t understand this phenomenon:

They did it ’cause you said no.

My children are getting more and more bewildering to me as they grow. This morning in our home was a very crazy thing. Ms. 14 came out looking like death warmed over, apparently suffering from a migraine, the symptoms of which I saw starting last night. Her father, a migraine sufferer himself, didn’t believe her as she has shouted “migraine” a few times too often in recent weeks. So he told her that if she didn’t go to school today, besides being consigned to her bed for the duration of the headache, she would not be allowed to go anywhere all weekend.

Now, if I was in the kind of misery she really did seem to be in, that would be a no brainer: Sure, no problem, bed, lights out, stay home all weekend. But apparently, when one is 14 the decision is not that crystal clear. There is a temper tantrum, and the temporary removal of her cell phone. (It might be worth the couple of GIGANTINORMOUS bills we had to cover … the power! Hehehehehe. Muahahahahahaha. Ahem.) Anywho, in the end she opted for the bed (I have to say, she truly did seem to be suffering today). Not after much drama and geshraying and a temper tantrum worthy of those she threw when she was 3 (doozies, I tell ya).

Meanwhile, last night my son, the sensitive ne’er-do-well that he is, was completely unable to concentrate on that thing called Homework because he was crying. His friend G … remember that boy none of us liked except N? … isn’t being his friend anymore, and even hung up on him when he called him last night!!!!! Needless to say, this child is now fully persona non grata around our family. N did say, though, that he really wanted to talk the whole thing over with his school counselor today as it has really caused him to have a huge dread of school. (They are in the same class.) So … notes, to his teacher and to the counselor.

All this going on; I did remember to take my various vitamin type stuff. I did not change my patch. That’s okay as today is the day I buy my new box-o-patches, which I did on the way to work, and thus am patched up fresh even as I type this meandering mess from a woman who might as well rename this place “Diary of a Mad White Woman.” Or something.

Here are some whittery bits. Yes, this is just how self-centered and space cadetish I am; all that trauma and drama going on around me, and I’m whittering away. Sigh. Go figure.

Have a lovely day and a lovely weekend. See you sometime soon.

No one to answer
to say yes or no
give reason or cause
just a vacuum
particles floating in a slanting beam
stillest life
distillation of memory and hope
hanginig silent in the air

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My back and a cat and the air conspire
here on the cusp of spring
to disallow any foolish notion of sleep
at least that is until
my back adjusts
the air caresses soothing against my arms
in their exposed condition
and this cat grown fat on midnight rubbish raids
decrees that now indeed she feels
the hour for slumber has arrived

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No need to know that wihin this
unkempt overgrown squarely chunky frame
rushes a waterfall of yearning
desire racing through me so fast
it can’t slow down for a dance or two

Awash in its spray
still I feel hunger unearthly
thirst a thousand miles from quenched
desert amid cascades of frothing mad liquid
but you must help me tame it to fulfill
my need

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World
I owe you quality
if I have any
truth
with quiet surrounding its moments
glimmers
visits