Waking at night
Another Strep test
Carbon Monoxide alarm going off
Evacuate house for hour
No notable danger
Bubble Gum Motrin
Bubble Gum Yum Tylenol
Repeat, repeat, repeat.
More sore throat
Two peed beds
Kill me now.
So, out of necessity and the spirit of survival, I will now change the subject. I think it’s time for the Diapers and Divinity Winter poetry contest. The winner gets a spotlight on my blog sidebar for the rest of winter AND this lovely crown:
Let’s do an ode this time, shall we? An ode is “A kind of poem devoted to the praise of a person, animal, or thing. An ode is usually written in an elevated style and often expresses deep feeling. An example is “Ode on a Grecian Urn,” by John Keats.” (Thanks, dictionary.com.) We’ll be much less formal here, and modify the ode rules. Pick something or someone to praise (Anything related to winter) and write a poem about or to it/him/her. Can rhyme, doesn’t have to. Can be serious or sarcastic.
I’ll cough up two here as examples:
Ode to my fireplace
In the midst of painful winter, wise birds have flown away.
Yet, we foolishly remain.
Thou art my only consolation.
Thy gentle warm breezes and intoxicating flames dance about,
and I rest by your side. Waiting, Waiting.
Come Spring I’ll bid thee farewell.
Or given my current list of whining:
Ode to Antibiotics (Did I say I was going to change the subject?)
(in the form of a limerick.)
Winter affects us a lot.
There’s pressure, and coughing, and snot.
Write the doctor some checks.
Go pick up the Rx.
Enjoy 10 healthy days that you’ve bought.
My favorite part of antibiotics is “Take with food.” I’m pretty sure they mean this:
We’ll let the contest run for several days. Leave your poem(s) — as many as you want to write– in the comments on this post by midnight the night of Tues., Jan. 19th. I’ll pick my favorites and then we’ll vote together on a winner.
I think I need a nap.