I am looking back with love not sadness.
I am moving forward with hope not fear.
I respect the traditions that have come before
while remaining open to the coming new year.
I have no regrets; they serve me no purpose.
I made decisions the best I knew how.
To fret and worry over what has been
prevents me from enjoying the now.
I will look ahead and not behind
at the start of each new day.
I will be thankful for the experiences
and people I meet along the way.
#SOL18 Day 29
Baseball was, is, and always will be to me the best game in the world. ~ Babe Ruth
Today is one of my favorite days of the year. Opening day brings me back to growing up in Philadelphia at a time when home games were only broadcast on the radio. We would listen to Richie Ashburn, By Saam, and then Harry Kalas on transistor radios sitting outside on humid summer nights. From Veterans Stadium to Citizens Bank Park, from Mike Schmidt and Tug McGraw to Darren Daulton and John Kruk to Jimmy Rollins and Chase Utley, and now Aaron Nola and Rhys Hoskins, I have loved them all. This is my ode to Opening Day.
Boys of Summer
Heart of the Lineup
Ducks on the Pond
#SOL18 Day 28
Given that many of us work more than eight hours a day and five days a week, that free time is precious. ~ Michael Allen
I am free today.
I can play today.
I just don’t know what to do.
One voice says “could.”
One voice says “should.”
Which one should I listen to?
I have a “to-do” list.
But there’s things I’ve missed.
Don’t want to end up feeling blue.
So I will do a little of this
then a thing that I miss.
The best of both – it is true!
#SOL18 Day 26
If it doesn’t challenge you, it won’t change you. ~YoAlfaaz.com
What to write, I just don’t know
One more day then to break I go.
You’d think I’d be happy, excited and glad.
but actually I’m feeling just a little bad.
My head is hurting, my bones feel pain
I wonder if it’s because of the predicted rain?
I’m tired and moody, a bit of a crank.
I guess that’s why I’m drawing this annoying brain blank!
#SOL 18 Day 16
No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn. ~ Hal Borland
Winter time should go
We have had enough of snow
Been too cold too long
When will Spring arrive
With its warmth and fragrant smells
Longing for the sun
Need to smell the scents
Of flowers in the garden
Comfort for the soul
#SOL 18 Day 13
Youth is a gift of nature, but age is a work of art. ~ Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
I saw a woman much older than me
wearing pleather pants as tight as can be.
Her feet were tilted in stiletto boots.
Her face and botox were in cahoots.
Her hair was bleached; her skin was tan.
She was walking with a much younger man.
Everyone can dress as they like it’s true.
especially if you want others staring at you.
Her very sheer top had me shaking my head.
What more can I say? It all has been said.
You might think I write from a place of jealousy,
But whatever happened to aging gracefully?
#SOL18 Day 5
Try but don’t try too hard. Just try hard enough and things will go better. ~ Rodney Crowell
Don’t know why this is happening
All I want to do is write
Yet I have spent so much time staring at the blank page
Ideas are alluding me
Every topic seems lame
Find myself just flipping through other posts
Unable to get into a groove
Nothing seems to feel right
Keep thinking! Have to come up with a post for tomorrow!
For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind. ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
I could be cranky and stew all day
Because my prep periods just went away.
I understand a teacher is sick
By why was today the day she’d pick?
Today I’m so busy. I’m singing the blues.
NJHS induction is today’s big news.
Must set up the stage and put things just right
Going over details kept me up half the night.
I could be cranky and stew all day
But that would be fruitless and get in the way.
I have lots of helpers to make things go well.
It is going to be great. I can just tell.
No need to be cranky or stew or feel stressed
Not when you work with the very best.
Everyone pitched in to do whatever was needed
Cranky and stewing were quickly defeated.
The art of medicine consists in amusing the patient while nature affects the cure. ~Voltaire
That hit by a truck feeling
I can’t get out of bed
Can hardly open my eyes
With the pounding in my head
Urgent Care trip in the morning
They take a test or two
Confirmed what I could’ve told them
~ my dear you have the flu!
No reading! No writing!
You can say what you will
But when it came to no eating
I really knew I was ill!
Tissues, hot tea
Thermometer, cough drops
How can this be?!?
Life is passing me by
Missed a party and more
Going on to day five
Without a foot out the door
Don’t look in the mirror
The sight’s too hard to see
That pale and haggard reflection
Surely cannot be me!!
When I go back to school
This I can tell
It will be with my friends
Lysol and Purell!