#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

it’s rainy and dark. Pouring. I decide to swim early. Except the pool, for some reason, is closed. Oh well. I love walking in the rain; but it’s a hard rain and I decide to avoid the woods and the water logged trees. I walk four miles at the high school track instead which I do when going into the woods in a storm is unwise. I can’t take Charlie, but going out in a heavy rain isn’t his favorite thing. I enjoy my walk. All the students are rushing to school in the rain. All of mine, and even myself, used to be among the students rushing into these buildings. Today, I’m not rushing; I’m enjoying the rain on the track and my podcasts. It’s a full day. Poetry with friends on Zoom, a writing client, and then a trip to the dentist for an extraction and implant. I manage to be running a half an hour late! I have mis-transcribed the time of the appointment, and then I pass it, have to backtrack. Sheesh. They call me twice—am I coming? I’m so frustrated with myself, as I do have a habit of running late for these kinds of appointments. Now I worry that I’ll have pissed the dentist off before he works on my tooth! I apologize right from the start, and feel forgiven. Everything goes fine. I’m out of there in much less time than anticipated and the work is successful and behind me. I have the energy I need to run the Journal of Expressive Writing Open Mic tonight, presenting a book launch for my friend, Jen Minotti, Journal founder and editor of an anthology of women’s voices: Who Am I Today? and the evening of readings is hugely powerful. Tomorrow is a special day with the special one.