Up Early
Usually
the internet keeps me busy on my
PC.
Here I don’t have it, or reading material.
Early
to bed, early to rise
And
I’m not sure what to do.
Realizing
how much time I spend online.
Lord,
open my eyes and ears to
Your
hand and voice. I’m completely Yours.
In Juneau
It
seemed like every other
light
pole,
phone
pole,
or
barren tree
served
as a perch
for a
bald eagle.
They
used to be endangered.
Not so
much since 2007.
And
definitely not in Juneau.
It’s
still a thrill
to see
the six to eight feet wing span
glide through the blue sky.
Queasy
Quietly
rocking back and forth
Unsteady
on my feet
Away
we go!
Swells
growing
Yucky
feeling in my tummy
Happy Place
Relaxing
on ship room couch
Peering
through large window
Cliffs,
forests, houses go by
Blessed
and happy
I
seldom feel really happy,
But
I’m happiest
When I
travel.
Sailing Day
Gray
ocean stretches out to gray sky
Cold,
salty breeze
Smell
of fish and sea weed
Hum of
the motor
Wind
whistles
Rain
drops
Indentions
in water on balcony
Ship
rocks back and forth
Memory Lane
Riding
in the plane
Riding
in the shuttle
Riding
on the ship.
Sitting
in the theater
Waiting
for the Beatles knock off
I felt
like I was riding on the plane.
And
they came on
And we
were riding on Penny Lane
And
Memory Lane.
Those dating days.
Lord,
thanks for putting up with me
through
all of that.
First Day of Alaska Cruise
From
the hotel in Seattle
We
shuttled to the port
The
driver spoke of home in Greece
She
made the ride seem short
We
stood in line for a long while
We
inched ahead and then
At
last, embarked upon the ship,
It’s
nice to cruise again.
We
settled in our little room
Which
has a balcony
We ate
some lunch, explored the ship
And
felt so glad and free
We
watched the water gliding past
On
observation deck
Had
dinner at a grand buffet
Then
took some time to rest
Hotel in Seattle
A
simple room, bare blind
Three
strips with Seattle scene
Round
mirror
Sliding
of pages
Snap
of phone
Rustle
of papers
Dry,
stale
Wake
up
Morning
breath
Soft
bed, achy back
Wet
hair
Tight
striped socks
Light
smell of shampoo
Flowery
perfume
Bacon
down the hallway
In Seattle, Day Before Cruise
Uneventful
flight
Not
much to write a poem about
But
that’s the kind we pray for
Sis
had a surprise for me.
I
would have never guessed.
An
unusual can opener
No
computer
Writing
by hand
Fingers
start to cramp
Sis
and I
New
adventure
Alaska,
here we come.
Fourth
time in Seattle
Once
on road trip with daughter
Once
to go to Alaska with oldest sister
Once
for family reunion.
Once
to go to Alaska with second oldest sister
Maybe
I’ll take two more to Alaska
Since
I have two more sisters.
Two More Days Till Alaska Cruise
With
Lori it was Zumba time
And
dancing to the tunes
Went
home and played Canasta some
Like
most afternoons
I
checked in for tomorrow’s flight
Excitement
starts to mount
And
Lori helped repack my bags
She’s
good without a doubt
Transporting to Another World
From being
fed a bountiful supply
To
cooking three meals a day.
From having
someone clean for me,
To doing
housework every day.
From handwriting
in my journal
To working
on my computer.
From a
gentle rocking ship
to a sleepy
small town.
From
fun with Sis
To
life with Hubby.
From
new spaces, faces, and activities
To
same places, people and tasks.
From
adventure
To
routine.
From
no pressure to do anything,
To a
long to-do list.
Thankful
for both worlds.
Variegated Autumn
Autumn
begins a bit jumbled this year,
In
Arizona’s 100 degrees.
I may
miss Colorado gold, I fear,
Here
in the desert, not too many trees.
Down here
with silver-haired snowbirds, they say,
When
license plates change colors, it is fall.
But
this traveling bird’s not here to stay.
I’ll
fly to Seattle, but that’s not all.
Seattle
might still be rainy and green,
Then
Sis and I will board a massive ship.
Then
great Alaska comes scene after scene.
I’ll
bring a winter jacket for this trip.
I’ll
see all types of autumns when I roam,
Then
I’ll go to my Colorado home.
Three More Days Till Alaska Cruise
The
second day in Mesa, now.
YMCA
again
We
made rounds of exercises
A
wonder we’re not thin
We
played Canasta yet again
I
wrote my Wednesday poem
Redid
my backpack and my bag
Did
dishes just like home
Four More Days Till Cruise
First
day in Mesa with the kids
Swam
at YMCA
It was
Lori’s aerobics class
Got
groceries that day
Was
feeling tired from the long drive
And so
I took a nap
Then
went and got some groceries
Canasta
fills the gap
The Drive to Mesa
At 9:30,
were on our way.
We
drove for eight hours.
It is
a drive we often take,
With
no thunder showers.
At a
rest stop, I parked too close.
Hubby scratched
a car door.
The
man was none too delighted,
But he
didn’t ask for more.
At another
stop, a woman
Spotted
a stolen car.
We
didn’t stick around to watch.
We had
yet to go far.
We got
into Mesa at five.
Had
dinner with tofu.
Lori
and I played Canasta.
That’s
always fun to do.
Wanderings
Wandering
here and there
Aimless
without a care
Nomadic,
lacking roots
Drifting
around in worn-out boots
Erratic,
unplanned, ambling
Roaming,
roving, rambling
Imaginative
meandering about
Not
settled without a doubt
Going
everywhere, but ending up nowhere
Still having fun here and there
One More Day
Just
one more day before we leave,
It was
a busy day.
I went
to church and wrote a poem
And
packed for my vacay.
I
watered plants and cleaned the pots
And
muffins, I did bake.
I had a
flight change for New York
On the
next trip I’ll take.
I
talked with my dear friend, Lorraine.
Her
son did pass away.
I’d
like to be around for her,
But,
now, I cannot stay
I also
called Kathie, my friend,
To say
prayers and good byes.
I took
a nap that afternoon.
I felt
that it was wise.
Before
midnight, I went to bed,
And
for some sleep, I prayed.
We’ll
get up bright and early,
And
then, be on our way.
Thank God for Friends
After
breakfast I bagged up weeds
Then
Kathie and James came
They
brought her saw and her big truck
I’m
glad that she was game
We
worked two hours on the elms
That
grew along my fence
And
now I’ll try to keep them down
This
Saturday and hence
The
rest of the day I was tired
And
snacked and watched TV
I even
took a little nap
Was
lazy as could be
And now
today marks just two days
And
then we will be on our way
Treasure
T oday
I
R each
up to You,
E xpressing
my love and
A ppreciation
for the
S ecurity
I have in You.
U ltimately,
when my mind is troubled, I
R ely
on Your grace, love and mercy
E ach
and every day. Remind me to do that more.
As the Lord Wills
Walked
in the park with Regina
With
Linda I did pray
And I
researched New York hotels
For January
Day
Three
loads of laundry, then came next
And Facebook
scrolling, too
I played
some games and read some things
Though
had a lot to do
I
packed my carryon so full
Won’t
fit another thing
I also
packed my Mesa bag
For
soon I will take wing
Just
three more days and then we’ll drive
And I
can’t wait to go
As
long as it is the Lord’s will
Yes,
this, of course, I know
2 Corinthians
3:16
Covered,
hidden, protected
In grace
Yet standing
bold, clean, seen
In the
throne room
Working On It
In the
morning, when rain had stopped,
I
walked, but not too far
Put branches
in a large trash bag
And air
in tires of car
After
lunch I wrote a trip poem
Walked
and then cut some elms
And
then booked a flight to New York
Sometimes
I’m overwhelmed
Received
a package in the mail
It should
prevent my snore
It
would be nice to ditch CPAP
I
couldn’t ask for more
Watched
Korean Romance movie
Called
Crash Landing on You
So now
I have four more days to go
There’s
still a lot to do
One Task at a Time
Five
more days and it rained a lot
Got
sleepy from gray sky
Errand
running kept me awake
I had
a lot to buy
First,
I went to the post office
I put
a hold on mail
I got
the meds at pharmacy
At
this I did not fail
Then Wal-Mart
to buy groceries
And
some trip extras, too
I had
to buy a hair dryer
My old
one cracked straight through
And
then in the late afternoon
A visit
from a friend
I took
a long break from the chores
On
which there is no end
Took a
shower and ate our meal
And
then I went to church
Animals-of-Bible
Study
A lot
comes from that search
My
to-dos work like a jig-saw
One
piece at a time
So, I
just need to not stress out
And
trust it works out fine
Getting Out of Here
Six more days and time’s going fast
Though I do like my home
Adventure’s calling once again
To Alaska I’ll roam
First
to Mesa to see the kids
Where
my hubby will stay
Then
to Seattle to meet Sis
And we’ll
be on our way
We’ll cruise
out in the open sea
Just
for a little while
And then
to the inside passage
I
think of it and smile
For
now, it’s life as usual
Housework,
church, and writing
Plus all
of the pre-trip todo’s
Till
it gets exciting
Six
more days and time’s going fast
Though
I do like my home
Adventure’s
calling once again
To Alaska I’ll roam
