Moving Is So Hard To Do!

In addition to moving things from my blog Just Write Baby to this blog, I am currently in a holding pattern in my work.  I took about 3 days to move my books and things from my office. I moved myself and my things to another office in a school.  Those days I walked about fifteen miles. Phew! Finally I was moved in and quite happy to be back in a school setting.  Then. after a month and a week, I was given some news.  It could have been good or bad.  It would depend on the slant and viewpoint.  The news was that I had to move back to my office.  Okay, no problem, I thought.  I was a little unnerved because I was so looking forward to being in a school environment.  I could feel the energy of students and teachers.  Then I thought of the other side of the coin.  More exercise.  But...but in this Houston Summer heat?  I am making lemonade and will be moving in about three weeks from.

I feel that I am in a holding pattern.  My new office, in the same building, has no desk or bookcase. I desperately need a book case.  I have a thousand or more books.  I cannot do my job without professional and children's books.  This is where I am.  I picked out a handsome desk at a warehouse and a long bookcase.  The problem with that is I am not sure if it will fit in my new living situation.  There is one thing for sure, the next move I may make might just be out of the door and onto new horizons.  Moving can be a good thing, but it should be peppered with time and not in a month in a half increment.  Such is life!  Lemonade!  Lemonade!

Making Lemons

by Maureen Ucles

Lemonade 

sitting by the stand

please come forth

with your acidity

ph factor

so sour, sour, sourful

Lemonade sitting in the sunlight

not too tart

not too sweet

better than Country Time

Hand made

over time

squeezed, squeezed

guts and all

juiced and filled

with zest

Lemonade, Lemonade

how many lemons are you?

Replete with a few seeds

that escaped the squeeze

ice chilling

almost ready

to freeze

while you juice

I muse

peer into...

Lemonade, Lemonade

was it worth it all?

you are gone 

spent

peels thrown in the trash

the blood, sweat and tears?

So many years

yet...

impaled

torn

breached

yet

so

sweet

Lemonade, Lemonade

can you make it here?

Can you make it there?

Does anyone ever

seem to care?

Winds blowing

Breeze showing

Me knowing...

I

like you,

making

Lemonade

Lemonade

giving it up--

releasing the fear

hey,

never know

new frontier

prancing and dancing

seeing 

through crystal prisms

 different 

views

doors, window

closed, opened

my

souls  a searching

me perching

lookin' in

Ain't no sin

Just drinking it up

my life

my lemonade

Ahhh!

Hits the spot!