This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: leftovers”
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Just Kidding
Have you ever said something very hurtful to someone only to say, “just kidding?” Or have you had it done to you? Just kidding. There is a lot of truth in jest. Be it a personal private truth or how you really feel about someone or something. Just kidding. People think they are being funny,Continue reading “Just Kidding”
Menopause
From the time we are born until the time we die, we are changing. Not able to give a voice to the complaining. Things grow in places there hadn’t been things before. Scary, hairy, sore. Moods off. Height soars. Voice scores. Things level off. Your body rests. You know what to expect. Life flows. TimeContinue reading “Menopause”
Waste not. Want not: coffee
This is a poem I’m doing in stages to highlight the little things I do toward frugal living. Coffee. Nectar of God. You help me through another day. Upright and functional, you help me stay. What about your grounds? A use for you, I have found. Nutrients to the soil you will add. Helping myContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: coffee”
Gray rainy day
Gray rainy day, I don’t wont you to stay. But I must say, It’s been a very relaxing day. Laying on the couch, reading – don’t think I’ll stray. Planted right here, with the sleepies staying near. My dog asleep at my feet. This day has been a treat. Read, watch a little – thenContinue reading “Gray rainy day”
Waste Not. Want Not.
Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.” I save the salt from chocolate squeeze. To my stew you are added. Flavor has beenContinue reading “Waste Not. Want Not.”
Sycamore Trees
A Poet
I saw the tag line recently, “no one really wants to be a poet.” Poetry is my ‘mont hault’, *mowat. I will never be independently wealthy from my verse. It could be worse. Milton, Eliot, Dickinson, I am not. Emotions I have not caught, I can lay them out on the page. My brain IContinue reading “A Poet”
Waste not. Want not.
Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money don’t grow on trees.” I save the salt from chocolate squeeze. To my stew you are added. Flavor has beenContinue reading “Waste not. Want not.”
Lazy Saturday
Hanging out with fam-ends. Basketball on the t.v. Lazy Saturday. Pop in my glass. Snacks on the bar. Lazy Saturday. Cold outside. Ham’s baked. Lazy Saturday. Dogs asleep in their beds. Tie game. Lazy Saturday. Scalloped potatoes in the oven. Wait! We’re ahead. Lazy Saturday. Need more days like this. Relaxing. Lazy Saturday. Let’s celebrate.Continue reading “Lazy Saturday”
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