Day from Hell

I've been having a tough week, and my wife has been working long hours as well- so between trying to make each other feel better, we've been at each other's throats. But she works hard too, so I try to be understanding and flexible. This got me thinking, however-things could be worse. Sometimes you're up, and sometimes not. If I was up all the time things would get pretty dull. And besides, if things go wrong it's a chance to look around and see what went wrong, and what you can fix. Keep your happy thoughts, I guess. And on that note-

Music

Cold sleet ticks against the window

opening to winter's gray skies

Sun fading behind low clouds and cold air

Cannot fade memories of summer

at this old desk

A young boy, warm afternoons

Mom's old hi-fi, listening to LPs, maybe

Neil Young or Handel's water music

Small hands careful with shiny

black vinyl

Mornings in Maine, a new day

of fields to explore, trees to climb

Grandpa's old farmhouse

Waking up early to find rock and roll

on the old radio, mysterious with

glowing dusty tubes

Turning the yellowed plastic knobs

Needle jumping behind cracked glass

"I didn't think that thing

still worked!"

Older now, kid's songs

Little boy's raucous delighted laughter

New memories for his own desk,

his own winter days