Forced To Enjoy a Pandemic
Organizing the poems I have thought about organizing for two years
Finally have the time to do it. Feel grateful; did not think it would happen.
Outlined a mural from the kitchen to the last bedroom.
Dragon, kings, castles, queens, faeries, elves, brownies, cats.
Doing the things I thought I would do upon retirement before retirement
Still have the energy for it, and glad that I do as I fish stuff out from under beds
Some of these items have been there for twelve years; I thought it would be fourteen
Not fourteen now, as I begin to throw them all into a garbage pile.
If I have not used them for twelve years why would I need to keep them?
If a critter gets into the house through a dog door, it will be more difficult to hide.
Painting the white bathroom blue, a dream of mine for the past five years.
For five summers I have thought I would do it. Now I have.
Sorting online photos into files, so I can more easily find them.
Always thought of doing it; now I have the time.
Spending an hour a day writing poetry; a luxury I am loving.
Cuddling with a dog and cat who love it. A new hobby.
Keeping in touch with my friends via Zoom and Face Time.
Made my own U-tube channel where I have posted six videos.
I never knew how to make a video before this pandemic.
Now I do not know how to stop making videos!
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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