Wheel of Fortune

Stormin' Fay

Tropical Storm Fay arrived here in Naples--Tuesday morning. I was scheduled to work but declined to shelter for the night at the facility. At 6:15 AM my gracious husband and I tried to navigate through the pelting rain and wind. Without the sun up we could not see the road so turned back home. Tried again an hour later with the sun up and the wind and rain down to monsoon level and made it through. Just glad it wasn't a hurricane, but other parts of Florida are being deluged....we need the water, but just not all at once!

Hoping there isn't another storm soon on the horizon.

I haven't been writing poetry at all...but today's poetry newsletter is all about a new form devised by a writing.com member. I love restricted forms without restrictions of rhyme and meter...perhaps this will inspire me!

And I have a wonderful title for a book, The Gospel According to Post-Menopausal Biker Broads for God.....now all I need is a story......

I love having the extra days off with this new job, despite the long 11-hour days when I do work. I seem to have no ambition anymore....I do my job well when I'm there...but I don't want to be a manager or supervisor....I don't want to be called at home with problems and issues...I like a 32-hour work week...though concerned about the drop in income.

I putter on my days off....I cook, read, have made poetry books and collages for friends....thinking about signing up for a cheap arthritis-exercise class at the nearby aquatic facility....off today for lunch with my friend Jill.....haunt the thrift shops and clearance sales....tending my plants.....spending precious time with the grandkids....but I feel vaguely guilty. Shouldn't I want more than this? I plan to start submitting work again to poetry venues....maybe that will help me feel productive....though I'm not certain I want to be productive....