Poet in motion
Sexy, but domestic. Jillypoet with a hand saw. Jillypoet finding the perfect Christmas tree and feeling the raw edges of the rusty saw cut through the first sappy fibers. That is how I described poetry in my last post. And that, dear readers, is how I spent my Saturday. Traipsing through the woods for hours looking for a good Christmas tree. Feeling the guilt pile up on my gray wool shoulders as we passed by tree after tree, declaring each not right. Who tells a tree it's "not right"? And then, the joy. Pure poetry. After two hours in the cold cold sunshine, we found it! And I finally got to use the saw! Sexy, but domestic!
Sexy, but domestic. Barbara Walters is droning on in the background. I'm just too lazy to turn the TV off, but as she droned about Angelina Jolie & Brad Pitt, this phrase caught my ear. Sexy, but domestic. Don't we all, us moms of the millenium, dream of this? When we wake in the morning, we rub the sleep and the cheerios from our eyes, glance in the mirror, and measure ourselves on the sexy/domestic scale.
Today, a bad hair day, I was off the charts domestic. On the sexy scale, not so great. I almost finished the inside Christmas decorations. The tupperware boxes have their marching orders...basement. It was one of those days when each blessed moment came with a caveat--when will this bliss end? Kid 1 & kid 2 ate double helpings of a dinner I made from scratch. A small voice whispers, "Full bellies, but yes, the other fork will fall..." Kid 1 shared cinnamon toast crunch with little kid 2. "They're angels in footy pajamas tonight, but what will they be wearing tomorrow?" I fully expect things to go back to normal tomorrow.
Until then, and until I crank out a new poem, here are some words from Epicurious. I've never watched the show, but one day when I was cruising through the channels, I caught the beginning of the show with all these words! I DVR'd it until I got the chance to copy them down. Here they are...
Irish soda bread
Oh man! I could write a poem a day with these words and never finish writing! The comfort foods resonated with me the most. Right off the top of my head...shoofly pie, sherbet, upside down cake, icebox cookie, icing, utensils. OK, OK. I will write a poem tonight! Stay tuned...