Ten-Finger Exercises

Both feet into 2013

Now that we've made it through the first week of low carb dieting, I'm feeling pretty good. I'm tired of eggs already, but will just have to be more inventive I guess. Losing some massive amounts of weight seems only fair--a gift to my knees that have carried me around for so long so well. A bribe to continue doing so, yeah that too.

Only three of us showed up at the poetry group Monday. Here's how it went:

Polly: Well, anyone have any good prompts to use to get us started?
Durwood: We can use the list, can't we? (The list we've been adding to from time to time.)
Me: How about something about the new year?
Polly: That's too depressing.
Durwood: How can anything good happen in a year numbered with a 13?

Polly reads list.
Polly: Does anything strike anyone?
Durwood: I don't care. Anything you like.
Polly: How about you, Wren?
Me: I like Things I need to find.

Polly: That's so depressing. I've lost too much, too much. But all right, I'll give it a try.

It did not turn out to be a very good topic for any of us, evidently, but I think I'll try it again on my own. Since I'm in the closet and drawer cleaning mode, I'm finding a lot of things I don't need. Maybe I'll find some I do.

What's this haiku daily? Where do I look?