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While the ashes of marriage #2 were cooling, I began a journal here in verse, to keep myself out of trouble. So far so good, and one day at a time. I took a hiatus this past January, and I missed it terribly. Writing daily had changed the way I think - not my opinions, but the process of thinking itself. So here I am back again, and hungry. I began with three rules: (1) Iambic pentameter, (2) Perfect rhyme, and (3) It had to be true (no hyperbole). I hereby amend rule number 3: If I'm writing about myself, yes, it has to be true. But it doesn't, if I want to tell a story.

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FEBRUARY 22, 2010 8:07AM

Ikea #1. Saturday Jan 16, 2010

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Today we went to look for an idea
For bathroom curtains.  Where else but Ikea.
The kids tried out innumerable slouches
On single beds and chairs and sleeper couches.
My son could pick up goods from every shore,
And throw them high, and drop them on the floor.
I took a look at several chests of drawers
While he was doing something on all fours.
We sat down in the restaurant for a break --
One kid had macaroni, one had cake.
With that, we made it all the way to lighting
Before the day descended into fighting.
And when we found what we had come to see,
My son announced he really had to pee.
My daughter wailed, but that she keeps rehearsed:
She grumbled all the way, and then went first.
Still, by the time we had our pushcart filled,
No merchandise was broken, no one killed;
When all was said and done, we had our curtain.
But now I see it, I'm just not that certain.

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OK! Your faithful reader, Scupper, steered me to your site, and now I have 365 entries to catch up on. For one who has read the Iliad and the Odyssey in Greek, the Kalevala in Finnish, and Longfellow's 'Hiawatha', this will be a fun read for me.

This summer my son took me on my first pilgrimage to the Ikea in Portland. I love to hike, but I was tired by the time I had circled the several miles of concrete floors there.
These are moments I wish I could retain,
In my very own little brain.
So that I could take them out,
When age, days and wrinkles drag me about.
R