What was I really hungry for after dinner?

Not the dozen cookies I ate,

after so lovingly mixing up the dough.

One would have been more than enough.

But cookie dough sseems to trigger something in me,

as if all the hungers I’ve ever had in my life —

for love, for attention, for understanding,

for challenge and fun and laughter —

all try to stuff themselves at once.

It never works, and I never seem to learn.

Next time: just don’t make the damn cookies.

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When we were little,

we were forever

being bitten

by imaginary snakes.

Highly venomous,

of course.

Then great fuss would be made

over finding the antivenin,

which was usually miles away

at a specialized hospital,

under lock & key.

It was great fun at the time,

& no-one ever died.

But looking back,

it seems a lot of trouble

could be saved

by carrying a vial

of antivenin with us.

Or even better,

by avoiding

poisonous

snakes.

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Perhaps it all goes back to the nights when, as the second of two kids, I had to go to bed before everyone else in the family.

They all got to stay up, watch TV, laugh together, while I lay all alone in the dark.

Being awake, I learned, was just a lot more fun than being asleep.

I guess I’ve never quite gotten over that.

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I had a deep tissue massage yesterday, the kind that feels so good

afterwards, but hurts so much during that it makes you cry out.

Honestly, I’d rather be eating ice cream. But then I’d be useless

the next day, because milk & eggs make me sleepy & foggy-headed.

And that pulled muscle would be no better off. So I drove past the

scoop shop & submitted my body to momentary torture that I knew

from experience would help it to finally heal. Everybody wants

an easy answer, a quick fix, something breezy & fun they can do

instead of the hard work, but it rarely works that way.

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It seems I’m always running late for something

or other. “Just one more thing” is the mantra I

most need to dump. How about “I’ve done enough

for now” instead? “Look at everything I’ve accomplished!”

rather than “I have so much left to do!” Yesterday

a package of beeswax birthday candles arrived

in the mail, just in time for me to light one in

celebration of finding my missing wrist warmer

(hidden under a pile of mail that can wait ’til morning)

then get into bed, my computer shut off, before

it’s even gotten late.

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