Kritique Kritics

I’m feeling LESS overwhelmed!  MY plate has gotten smaller:

Prune twelve fruit trees (50 – 70 hrs)  - ONLY ONE LEFT 

Pick up all leaves in yard – DONE

Move two remaining fruit trees – DONE

Spray weed killer on hillside -

Replant front bed (40 – 60 hrs) -

Plant Vegetable garden – ALMOST DONE

Weed & edge backyard – ALMOST DONE

Fertilize backyard & front yard – DONE

Treat for ants and snails in backyard & front yard – DONE

Reseed front & backyard – FINISHED ON APRIL 5th

Pull all income tax records together – DONE

I think I’m ahead of the game, this season! 

My new mantra:

I FEEL CALM

I FEEL CALM

I FEEL CALM

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After forty-eight hours and five tries, my sock is three inches long.  I’m so proud!

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Who would have thought making socks was so confusing.  I’m using four needles and in the two hour class my single sock is one-half inch long, maybe less.

Now I know why I need the lessons.

I wanted to take a sock knitting class because I saw this sock:

Source: www.patonsyarns.com

I think I’m going to need a few more lessons!  At least, my friend Stephanie is taking the class with me!

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I got brave again and submitted three poems to “Women’s Press” today.  Cross your fingers for me!

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Jim was absent from our second week of class, so I will be reporting on it.

For this weeks class, first we read one poetry book, of our choice, with the following guidelines:

Single author; no anthologies

Small paperback book (20-80 pages)

Our second assignment was to write a poem imitating the author we had just read.

At first, I tried an Edgar Allan Poe book which was a big mistake.  The “old English” was a killer.  I got through eight pages without screaming, but some cussing.  I had to sit in front of the computer using dictionary.com to help me TRY to understand his poetry.

Then I tried, WHITE PINE, by Mary Oliver which was a GREAT improvement.  However, it still wasn’t my cup of tea.  Finally, I wrote my poem:

SUNDAY AFTERNOON

The sun drenched day floated by on clouds of white

Blue birds and robins sang softly just out of sight *

Quiet meows and llama steps

Small and large beggars’ wepts

Then the wind carried my papers and books

Leaving me unable to get enough looks

*Instructor helped me with this line.

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