Who we saw at church today

I never quite know who I will see.

A young girl

In pink rubber rain boots;

A man

In quick recovery

From angioplasty;

A client or two;

Myself

Dizzy with barometric changes.

Home from church

We see the cats

The turtle

Our own particular chairs

The traditional

Sunday afternoon nap.

Weariness abides

Barometer has been wonky all day. Spring weather change coming on. I did not write this morning. Perhaps tomorrow will offer clear brain. If not, maybe Friday.

Weariness abides.

So much is gone of today.

Tomorrow I write.

The measure of things

It is Wednesday in Holy Week. I do like spring but these days all my measures are off-kilter. When my brain comes up with sphygmometer and I look it up (ain't Google wonderful), I find it's the technical word for a blood pressure cuff. Oh yeah, that's been off too. Still, my brain is working. Way to go, brain.

Finally spring weather.

This will take

A reorientation

Not a bad one but still

Change comes harder these days

My brain moves

With the barometer

With the thermometer

Even it seems

With the odometer.

Out of the depths

My brain comes up with

Sphygmometer

I had to look up

The meaning.

I must have learned it somewhere.

Way to go, brain,

Way to go.

All is not lost in this change

To spring.

Stationary front

Maybe I have a new vocation as a barometer.  I could sell my services to the weather map people.  Still, I*m not sure there*s a lot of call for human barometers when other instruments are so much more scientific.  Yesterday the stationary front kept me at home.  While sitting at home, a job possibility plopped in my lap.  Perhaps it was on the leading/trailing edge of the stationary front.  Today is clear.  Time to pursue new things.

Yesterday the stationary front

Moved back and forth

Back and forth.

The weather could not

Make up its mind:

Cold or warm,

Sun or rain.

The front

Moved back and forth,

Back and forth.

The stationary front

Of my brain

Moved with it:

Back and forth,

Back and forth.

By day*s end

I finally saw the world

Straight on.

The front finally

Moved east.

Weather prediction

Some people have arthritic joints that predict rain.  Me?  I have a brain subject to barometric pressure.  I am beginning to see it as an adventure.  I continue grateful for prisms in my glasses.

It seems my brain

Registers barometric pressure.

The electrical currents

Are dismantled

Dismembered

Unplugged

Sometimes even

Reconnected

In unexpected ways.

I watch the colors

Of fluorescent light,       

Feel the buzz.

I think we might get snow

Perhaps rain

Maybe there will be dancing

In the puddles

In the streets

Or everything will freeze;

Ice skating will be the option

Of choice.