I find myself with a semi-free weekend.
A “normal” poet would be writing or doing submissions. I find myself with no words that feel like coming out, and very few submissions to do. I have so many poems already “out there” I need to get some acceptances or rejections to know what’s still available.
My bills are (almost) all paid.
My son, who spent 12-hours yesterday at a Marching Band competition, better have logged off Facebook and continued with his homework.
My boyfriend is visiting his daughter and grandson and sending me pictures of pubs, buildings, and food. I just got a text picture of a gorgeous bottle of wine they will probably drink tonight. And yes, I just got a text confirmation that they will open in tonight. (I have part of a bottle at home that’s been open for so many days I don’t even think I can use it for spaghetti sauce. In fact when we bought it, the sign said it had overtones of “smoked meat”. Now it’s probably got overtones of a Zombie poem, but I don’t write Zombie poems).
I have watched every recorded episode of:
Say Yes to the Dress,
Long Island Medium, and
I have watched the entire season of The Great Food Truck Race
I can’t watch Private Practice or Grey’s Anatomy until we’re ALL together, nor can I watch the two Netflix CD’s of Season 2 of The Shield.
All I have left is Chopped and one episode of Ellen.
My entire repertoire of “Insomnia shows” has been decimated in one little weekend!
I don’t sew.
I don’t feel like cooking/ baking/ doing laundry/ washing the car
I won’t have a caffeine headache for at least two more hours
My garden is such a mess from last year there is no room to plant anything
I have already read this week’s People. Don’t feel like reading anything else at the moment. As for a movie? That would require changing out of sweats and that’s just not gonna happen right now.
Oh my God, I am pathetic. Guess I’ll take a nap.
Tobi Cogswell is a bored two-time Pushcart Nominee and Best of the Net Nominee. Don’t give her any suggestions. A Sunday nap to prepare for next week won’t be the worst thing. She is the co-editor of San Pedro River Review (www.sprreview.com). The submission window is currently closed so she’s not neglecting any duties, just whining.