Messy tables, Babies, Cupcakes, and Handwritten Poems

Happy Friday, everyone!

Lunch observations for today:

1. The way you leave a table says a lot of things about you, at least to me. And probably the person who buses your table once you leave the restaurant. Even if you know a place will bus your table, why leave it the biggest mess possible? How much of a mess can you really make when eating? And now on to positive things...

2. I wonder what babies are thinking while they are staring at you, hardly blinking, and managing a grin mixed with a look of bewilderment. I wish I could see what is going on in their mind. I hope they think I look happy.

3. I wish I would've taken a picture of it before I inhaled it: this miniature French toast and bacon cupcake topped with buttercream frosting and green sprinkles. Yes, I said French toast and bacon. It goes at the top of my list of flavors today. Sorry, red velvet. Move over, orange dreamsicle. I wish I would have bought a dozen of them!

4. I still love writing poems by hand. I can't do it via a computer. I don't know why. I think a handwritten poem on a page is a beautiful sight. How do you write yours?

Wishing everyone a day topped with buttercream frosting and sprinkles in your favorite color, Andrea

I Have a 6th Sense About Pregnant Women!

I know this has nothing to do with poetry or MFAs or even my lunch observations, but this is so amazing, I just have to share!

A great friend of mine in middle school who I have not seen in at least ten years has been on my mind a lot more than normal lately.  I've been thinking about her and telling myself I need to get in touch with her and send her a message.  Today, when I checked my Facebook, I noticed she had posted a comment, and she is not the comment-every-day-or-every-minute type.  It just struck me:  she was pregnant.  I knew it.  It was too weird.

I sent her an email with, "Are you preggos?" in the subject line and that was it.  She responded full of disbelief and excitement, asking who had given me the news and confirming she is 11 weeks pregnant.  I told her no one, but I had just been having this weird suspicion.  We are both just bewildered and amused!  We really don't know what to say or think!  Now she wants to know if I think it will be a boy or a girl. :)

Life continues to amaze every day!  Praying for a healthy little one for her and her husband.

Lunch Conversations,Evolving Paparazzo Culture, and Hacky Sacks

Lunch observations for today:

• I am often taken aback by the outrageous amount of gossip that goes on among women who are lunching together.  I get it:  women talk about women when they get together.  I am guilty of this too sometimes.  But today, I discovered another phenomenon:  Men do it too.  No, they don't get together and gossip about other men, they gossip about women!  What she was wearing at work this morning, who so-and-so was caught talking to walking out of the office last night, etc.  Now, that is some competition!  I now have other tables of interest to draw my attention to at future lunch sessions. 
• I am now convinced all these advancements in technology, namely cell phones with camera capabilities, are allowing for the evolution of paparazzo culture.  The new celebrity:  you, the incessant picture-taker.  No, not YOU.  But, you know who I am talking about.  You see these people all of the time, especially on Facebook.  I mean, how many profile pictures can one really snap of themselves in a week?  Wow.  And today, I saw something I've never seen before and hope to never see again:  a woman standing in the middle of Corner Bakery holding her cell phone as far away from herself as possible and smiling brightly to take her own picture.  No, no one else was in the picture with her, and there was no notable landmark anywhere around her.  Oh no.  What is going on in this world? 
• Thankfully, a happy moment occurred right after this astounding one.  Outside, I noticed four little boys standing in a circle playing Hacky Sack.  It made my day to see that kids still find fun in such games (games that I enjoyed as a child) especially in this digital age.  Even cuter about this scene was that all four boys were playing with flip-flops on.

Wishing you a hacky-sacked-fun-in-the-sun kind of day!  Smile, Andrea

View from Her Deathbed

My poem for One Stop Poetry's One-Shot-Wednesday:

View from Her Deathbed

She didn't want to see
the buildings in the skyline.  She wanted
the trees, their sap misting upon her
face, her hands.  Not the view
from the rooftop patio outside
the penthouse, the one
from the porch where the ferns nest
and the fat cat naps.

She said buildings were machines
built to support illusions of progress where prayer
was banned.  Windows so high
people looked like frantic ants below
marching along to market, to cell phone
stores, to car dealerships, without paying
attention to the trees. Their branches growing
upward, reaching toward an unpromised
haven, hope directing
each trusting branch's extension.

She wanted to feel their breeze.



Feedback and suggestions always welcome.  Thanks for stopping by.

Smile, Andrea

Poetry for Melancholy Days

I was feeing a little melancholy this morning.  I don't really know why.  Maybe because I missed my early morning workout and my body was mad at me.  Maybe because I have spent too much time pondering my life and future decisions.  I don't know, but I just felt downright in the dumps. 

I vented a little bit on Twitter, and then I sent out a call for poetry to help put a smile on my face.  One of my new, sweet Twitter tweeps @jessicavarin came to the rescue and sent me a link with the following tweet:  Try Gregory Orr. More hope than cheer.  And then I found this poem ("To be alive" by Gregory Orr) to turn my frown upside down:

http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/19233

Thank you so much, Jessica, for helping bring a smile and touch of hope to my day. 

Do you have any go-to poems for when you are having a bad day?  I'd love to get a collection going.

Smile, Andee

Haiku from a Tiny Tea Cup

I shared lunch with my Grandma again this afternoon and we talked over a bowl of her hearty caldo de res and finished it off with some flan.  While the food is always wonderful, the time with her is most filling. :)

Today, she was talking about her trip to Japan and the beautiful tea sets she saw. (She has quite the affinity for tea sets.)  Because she has so many as it is, she didn't want to buy another set and risk it being damaged on the trip back home, so she asked the lady if she could buy just one cup.  The lady went to the back and returned apologetically saying she could not sell her just one cup.  As my grandparents were walking out the door, the lady handed them a bag and smiled.  Once outside, my Grandma unwrapped it and found the cup and saucer she was eyeing.  What a sweet gift: one perfect little cup and saucer.  Although the picture makes it look rather big, it is tiny, adorable.  A cutie doesn't even fit in it!  She gave it to me today and said, "Now you have a piece of Japan in your home, mija." 

A haiku inspired from our lunch today:

Nomu

I can't see the green
of your leaves, but I taste tea
from your tiny cup.

The Recipe for the Perfect Poem

The Recipe for the Perfect Poem

rests on the bookshelf in the blue room
decorated with birds and brooches waiting
to be admired, waiting to find
warm fingers and a grin, waiting to see
the old why-haven't-I-noticed-this-before look,
the I-feel-like-I'm-musing-through-a-museum
eyes glassing over, before it snickers
at you.  You can't remove items
from the museum.  You can
simply warm the bench.

This is the firt draft, revised a couple of times in my mind. ;)  Feedback/suggestions always welcome.