Showing posts with label funny stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label funny stories. Show all posts

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Acrostics, HAWMC 12


Hey, this is super late, isn't it? I've gone from having early posts to having late posts. Because I just got home to Homer this night, and it's weird. I haven't slept in this cabin for well over two months, am going to have to reacclimate to outhouse/hauling water. I'm a little wired and tweaked.
 Write a health acrostic for your condition, hashtag, or username! (acrostic = a poem where every letter of a word serves as the first letter of a word or phrase)
Funny story--in middle school, we had just started playing lacrosse. A few weeks later in English class we did acrostics. The next day, someone who hadn't been paying attention was getting grilled. Among other things, she was demanded to define an acrostic. She said "It's a stick you play on the field with." I can never hear the word acrostic without thinking of that. But what the heck word do I choose as my acrostic word? Which condition? Or which part of my formal scroll of diagnosis?
Alien in this body, alien in this world, I said
No                                                                                                                                                 
Over and over, too much or too many of me, too                                                                   
Rowdy, too much body; I said Alien no body,                                                                       
Evanescent, ever at the point of                                                                                                  
eXit through the liminal cell-gate to become                                                                              
Illuminated, illusory, not limited by physical positioning                                                          
Acting without favor or appetite
Because sometimes I am huge hugening the world and other times                                         
I am suffocated under the world contracting down from outside me                                   
Perhaps one day I'll learn to quit                                                                                         
Opposing pole with pole; stall at                                                                                                 
Luminous liminal cell-gate                                                                                                   
Acting without favor or appetite, all fall stall                                                                         
Ravishing evanescence.
And I'm going to leave it at that because otherwise I'll get up and do something dangerous.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Preview to a Funny Story, and a Few Updates

When I got finished with my Write-a-thon on Friday (which I _loved_ doing, btw), Phil suggested that I'd just blazed through a huge amount of energy and things might go a little awry (as I spilled my tea).

Well, did they ever go awry! Yesterday morning started like this:
That's the front door (and only door) to our cabin. I'll tell the story tomorrow: there was much more.

But since it's Sunday, I'm going to keep this short. One of our regular errands in Anchorage is a Costco run: I get all kinds of large bags of vegetables. This time, I came home with these huge bags of garlic and limes...
...I'm going to take seriously my Naturopath's injunction to eat lots of garlic during my yeast cleanse!

And I've already used ten whole limes making another coconut lime cheesecake that was commissioned.
A couple of our friends (who are a couple) have birthdays coming up, and I've made a cake for them too: white and dark chocolate--
 I love the energized feel of getting to play in the kitchen, the dance of fixing these treats and timing it to do other things with the Vitamix and cuisinart at the same time. Right before breakfast is perfect for making the filling: making my breakfast smoothie is a blender-cleaning operation!

For those of you who know and love Phil, these will be some familiar pictures: he was glued to a 900 page fantasy novel for two full days this week, and of course, that called for a popcorn dinner:
 Yes, it's still this light in the evening--until 10pm, almost!
I'm off to work some more on our kitchen remodel and to write my poem of the day for NaPoWriMo.
I hope you're having a lovely weekend! More very soon.