June 14
Ready, Set, Go
Sunday
Church down the street
Hubby, son and I go
Then countdown begins for my trip
Ready
Connie Peters' poems in progress
June 14
Ready, Set, Go
Sunday
Church down the street
Hubby, son and I go
Then countdown begins for my trip
Ready
June 13, 2026
On Track
Third day in Mesa,
spent a quiet morning,
having breakfast, reading,
praying and adoring.
Cleaned the bathroom,
made the meals, did the dishes,
watched the shows,
made some plans, prayed some
wishes.
I’m on track for Scotland
for an eleven-day tour,
also England and Wales,
Couldn’t wish for anything more.
But for my long-time friend and I
to be filled with joy and peace,
and that our sense of adventure
and humor will not decrease.
June 12, 2026
Just Living Somewhere Else
Second day in Mesa,
I cleaned the microwave today.
It looked like something died
inside,
And they used it anyway.
And then I swept the floor.
So much cat hair that
When I was done it looked like
I had swept up a whole cat.
I kept up on the dishes,
And worshipped as music played,
Mopped the kitchen floor,
While I looked to God and prayed.
Daughter called from work.
Her battery had died,
So brother picked up groceries
While I stayed cool inside.
Brother brought in the groceries
And I helped put them away.
Daughter made it home
And ended her work day.
I made the supper,
Then we watched TV.
And we played Canasta
And she won over me.
Then I watched my shows.
Sometimes when I roam,
My day goes just like
It usually does at home.
June 11, 2026
Driving Day
In the morning, we packed up,
And left at 9 1 1.
Easy to remember,
Then we were on the run.
Towaoc construction
And a road full of dust.
Stopping at Shiprock
Turned out to be a must.
And then our regular stops:
Gallup, Holbrook, Payson.
Then we made it to Mesa
Which sits in a basin.
A very hot basin,
At one hundred and six.
But it’s nothing
A little AC won’t fix.
Both cars of our kids
Sat in the drive.
Son and daughter greeted us.
It’s good to be alive.
We ate and played Canasta.
I won by 35 points.
Now, it’s time to go to bed
And rest my bones and joints.
In My Luggage
In my backpack,
my computer,
other electronics,
necessary documents,
passport, money, cell phone,
snacks, meds, and an extra outfit.
In my carry on,
toiletries, three outfits
with extra blouses
and a compact umbrella
to carry me through
eleven days in the UK
in rainy 50-70 degree weather.
In my bipap case,
my bipap machine,
something I can’t live without
or with.
And on the way back,
it will carry most
of my little, flat souvenirs,
like fridge magnets.
In my other back pack
(that will be left in Phoenix)
enough clothes for a week
in 105-115 degree weather.
For tomorrow, like Willie Nelson,
we’ll be on the road again.
June 9, 2026
Cape or Cat?
Two more days to go.
Laundry, packing, caregiving.
Sometimes I charge through the day
like a bull at a red cape.
Other days, I feel like a cat
ready for a nap,
and let the world go by.
If only someone would feed me.
June 8, 2026
Busy Day
Such a busy day today!
So I started with Bible and prayer.
Three more days,
Then Mesa, I’ll be there.
Walk to County Clerk.
Washed the car.
Stopped the mail.
Mowed the yard.
Walked to Shear Shack
For a cut and dye.
Called my sister Linda.
Put the trash outside.
I got a lot done,
But over seven-thousand-step tired.
Sat on the porch with Loren.
To sleep is what I desired.