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I plan to, yet again, compete in Idol this season.

If interested, you also can join:https://therealljidol.dreamwidth.org/1182845.html

Bits and pieces,
Tastes
Savory aromas,
Sweetness on the tongue.

Cooking,
Rushing,
Judging
And laughs.

Money for children:
A charity bash.

Today,
I stand with Ukraine.
As we do Warrior poses
In yoga.
I wonder if one day
Warriors for truth,
Will find a real fight?

No matter what is coming,
I know I will need to be strong.

Forward fold,
Rest in child's pose.
Live
To possibly fight.
Another day.

Green awakens,
Gently peeking
Out of withered branches,
And harse mud.
Whispers,
Glints,
Sprung will come.

Finally,
A touch of spring.

Sunlight
Lingers on my arm.
The rake scrapes, scrapes,
Revealing worms
Hidden in the wet leaves.

Finally,
After ice,
Uncovering sprigs of hope.

Quiet.
Pages turning.
Later,
Music playing.

French toast.
Soft pajamas.
Calm Sunday,
Fills my soul.

A pass,
A crack,
My windshield is splitting.

I order a part,
I will need a fitting.

When I leave,
There's a call
A car bill for the daughter
Onward we go
Stretching every dollar.

Some repairs this coming week,
Some are only "recommended"
That will have to wait
Until my account has unbended

From the crunch of tuition,
Of mortgage,
Of winter power.
Evening ends with senior's concert
Of over an hour.

Last time,
Last songs,
Soon she'll move away.
And I'll wait for the calls
Of the "bill of the day."

I've always had more love than money.

Snow day,
Means
Work and scrub,
And listen and clean.

And listen, and listen
Sometimes,
A sad part of autism
Is an extrovert
Who turns everyone off,
But never seems to understand why.

So I listen.
Someone needs to.

Seven years ago
A chance meeting.

And what a lot since:
A marriage,
A pandemic,
Cancer,
Surgery,
Kid on ventilator,
And us
Together thru it all.

Worth celebrating!

Snippets of beauty,
Arranged by tentative hands.
Crafting art
As the world melts down.

Art changes nothing,
Except our souls.
And what else is there?