Hello to all friendly readers near and far. I’ve mentioned this already, but for awhile now I’ve been getting daily e-mails from the FlyLady, with the idea that sometimes I may get serious about following her system. right now I’m working on the general monthly goals, and the goal this morning is to eliminate paper clutter.
She’d be delighted if she could see the big green garbage bag of papers I’ve already shredded this week — but most of that is years-old records hubby has been storing until recently. Now it’s time for me to dig into my own stash of scribbles, weed out and post various poetry and musings. Here’s one I did awhile ago about the COVID isolation:
No Customers The merchant opens his door to let the wind to rush in and a masked young mom with hurried, worried eyes. Then a child wanting chips, her eyes crinkling in smiles, her mask Sleeping Beauty She heads home to school; he turns his sign to OPEN. The wind flips it back. What does it matter? Few customers will come, this Covid-tainted morning where lock-down rules.