No poem to speak of

I know I missed a couple poem expounding days but I really don't care. I have been reading some poems but I don't have the time or energy to go the distance with any of them. And I still have those eight Dickinson poems I am leaning on so I don't feel so far behind. In all actuality I am just pleased to be reading poetry again. I haven't even thought in these sorts of critical ways in years.

the stretching is great and it reminds me I need to get back into yoga.

Melissa and I discussed what our mornings should look like from this point on. Or I suppose from the point last night on. There are a multitude of tiny oases in the form of quaint parks mere walking minutes from our apartment. We are going to utilize these weekly and in the morning do something extravagantly creative. Or perhaps modestly creative.

We used to have write-nights and it was terrific. That fell to the wayside far too quickly. But this, this is going to be different. Right? Right.

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Pretty Music

I just think that Melissa and I are the kind of people who find a Susan Minot film like Evening a silly, little movie and categorically despise a Nancy Meyers and Scott Rudin flick like It's Complicated. Meryll Streep is in both. We also say things like, "Ooo, I like this already," on the title menu of a DVD because of pretty music.

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I know that to speak harshly of one's current employer on such a public platform as a blog is a veritible shot in the eyeball. So in observance of this fact I will not do that. But goodness it is going to take a great deal of willpower.

My parents are mostly likely in Australia by now. I talked them last night while they were in LA awaiting their 3:00 A.M. take off. They had a 14 hour flight looming and they sounded tired yet excitedly impatient. I burdened them with my job woes so there is no need to unload here. I got it all out.

Speaking of my parents' trip to Australia, I feel quite envious of them. Of course I can be jealous of anyone traveling abroad without even thinking about it, but my parents have been world traversing several times a year for a few years now. Many trips to Hawaii, Honduras, Ireland, France, Belgium, and now Australia. I am proud of my parents and how hard they have worked to be able to enjoy parts of our world that many Americans are not able to, but I am also a bit miffed that this is not myself and my wife. One of the reasons we decided to marry so young was that we both wanted to travel widely and far-ly and we figured it makes so much more sense to do just that together in wedded bliss. So far we have made it to Canada. We are on our way to being true jet-setters. We are actually going back to Canada this summer to lounge at her family's cottage and so I can finally meet an Aunt and Uncle and "crew" of cousins I have yet to. We are also heading East next month to play music for some people are various venues. My parents are in their fifties and have been married over a quarter century. Melissa and I are in our early twenties and have been married about three-quarters of a year. Perhaps all is as it should be.