If you could reinvent my name,
well if you could redirect my day.

I have different names.  The name matters. 

At school, I am Mrs. Sunshine. In many ways, kids treat me as such because it is expected.  Of course they treat me a certain way because I’m still Promise, no matter what title I’m given.  Ha. You may thrust proper-ness upon me, but that doesn’t mean I will be it.  And I get hugs.  Which is why I work.    Just kidding.  I have altruistic and financial reasons for working too.

At the art studio gig, I am Promise (or sometimes Miss Promise or Mrs. Promise or the kids who know me from school call me Mrs. Sunshine through habit.)  And I like that.  I’m not stuffy.  At art camp, we’re all there to have fun.  The kids listen to what I have to say, eventually but not necessarily as an authority (snort), but because I’m the key to knowing what’s happening. 

As for my friends’ kids, I let the other adults make the call on names.  Secretly though, when the kids call me Mrs. Sunshine I think “what nice manners” but when they call me Promise it makes my heart happy. 

Best name though?  The one my own kids call me.  LLO was away for a couple days at her grandparents.  I wasn’t about to leave her alone for 7 hours while I did art camp and it’s easier- much- not to have her with me.  In any case, she was gone too long.  We held hands all Tuesday night and I just kept staring at her.  She’s still my LLO but she is growing up so much.  I’m glad that I’m “Mommy”.  That name is packed with history.  I hope they call me Mommy when they are all grown up.

*Oh my goodness.  That was just the cutest thing ever.  Spawn has been away all week looking for Jesus in Pittsburgh- I mean on a mission trip with church.  She just called home (yup after 10pm) to talk to her sister.  Luckily I have given up long ago on LLO going to bed at a time appropriate for her age, so she was awake.  It was quite a lovefest.  Everybody crying.  Including me.  But I cry over rainbows and commercials, so that isn’t so shocking.  In any case.  So. Freaking. Cute.  This house was too quiet.  I give them 30 minutes before they are fighting tomorrow evening.  But I’m ready for her to be home.

#winsh 37. Take a line from one of the following songs and create a piece using the line as a title or an epigraph. King of Spain ( Tallest Man on Earth)

#winsh 40. Write 12 haiku about food.  It’s ridiculously hard to write 12 haiku.  Just saying.

globules of sugar
encrusted in more sugar
I love jelly beans

fluffy crepes stuffed with
creamy homemade ricotta
ohman! icotti

layers and layers
of light pastry dripping sweet
gods brought baklava

my snickerdoodles
tasty bricks could break your teeth
why the heck is that?

tsatziki is hard
to spell but so delicious
a creamy heaven

kale makes my bread green
I don’t know why I want green
bread- but it’s mmm good.

fresh cream in blender
when whipped into a frenzy
splatters everywhere

I adore coffee
that caffeinated liquid
I’m not a camel?

marinated beef
succulent on my palate
that was a good cow

stringy celery
tastes like green soggy cardboard
nope, I won’t eat it

best part of August
is juicy corn on the cob
typewriter chewing

an apple a day
may keep the doctor away
and I like the crunch

LLO treated her parents to dinner at the local greek restaurant, clever called The Greek, last night.  She wanted dessert, but we were as stuffed as the dolmades.  Hence the baklava quest for today.  I’m not so good with the papery pastry, but I’m really good with nuts and syrup.  To celebrate her return from the land of grandparents, we had manicotti tonight- her second favorite food.  We’ve been well fed in the land of sunshine.  And tomorrow LLO and I have to go back to school.  That kinda bites.  Only two days to the weekend.

#winsh 37. Take a line from one of the following songs and create a piece using the line as a title or an epigraph. ( 4 pts per song) The Boxer ( Simon and Garfunkle)

Deep in my heart I know I seek
A life somewhat full of substance
My head and my will do not speak
I have squandered my resistance

My deeds from purpose do erase
Inaction leads from sustenance
My view of character debase
I have squandered my resistance

Each morn brings battle with the self
Through which cause I fight existence
Negative thoughts upon the shelf
I have squandered my resistance.

For some reason I thought rhyming and counting were a good idea this evening. Ha.  This is a kyrielle.  Quatrains of rhyming lines of 8 syllables with one line (usually the last) repeated.