Sunday, May 23, 2010

good and bad

as with everything, there is always good and bad.
hopefully more good.
we'll see.
stay tuned!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

OK by me!

Sunday, May 09, 2010

I Can

I Can
Or Soapy Water
Things I can do…

I can go slowly.
I can say I am a SAG member.
I can be silly.
I can still grow hair on top of my head.
I can change the world, starting with myself.
I can sit on the front porch swing listening to and watching the birds.
I can conserve.
I can read.
I can shop when necessary.
I can feed myself.
I can often be social.
I can live just fine without alcohol.
I can play.
I can occasionally understand other people.
I can pretend.
I can cook (in my opinion).
I can change.
I can sleep at night.
I can use a cell phone.
I can miss a meal.
I can honestly say I never inhaled.
I can clip my own fingernails.
I can stop and smell the flowers whenever I want.
I can see the ocean sometimes.
I can have a really good BM most days.
I can chew my own food.
I can surf the Internet fairly competently.
I can remember my name, today.
I can speak a very little Spanish.
I can overeat.
I can swim.
I can live with less.
I can concentrate sometimes.
I can make a positive difference in this universe, one person at a time.
I can write pretty well sometimes.
I can laugh at myself.
I can make the time to watch the sunrise and sunset.
I can definitely live on a cruise ship.
I can help people.
I can fail.
I can find peace.
I can create art.
I can drive a golf cart.
I can remember where I’ve been.
I can always use a Popsicle.
I can usually smell a rat.
I can seem vague.
I can care about others.
I can be happy 99% of the time.
I can take care of myself.
I can remember where my shoes are.
I can text.
I can go the distance sometimes.
I can party.
I can do my own laundry.
I can feel sorrow.
I can go kite flying when it’s windy.
I can be sedate.
I can try.
I can get up out of bed every morning 99% of the time.
I can heal myself.
I can recycle, reuse, and reduce.
I can forgive.
I can only go forward.
I can smell and taste.
I can remain silent.
I can understand some things.
I can go to the movies every week.
I can eat whatever I want.
I can be a taxicab driver twelve hours a day.
I can walk alone when I want to.
I can hear the wind.
I can use my mind.
I can be still.
I can walk to work.
I can generally tell a fake.
I can sometimes find what I’m looking for.
I can enjoy new experiences.
I can be blind.
I can believe in world peace.
I can sew, kind of.
I can never hurt anything.
I can walk to the park across the street whenever I want.
I can volunteer.
I can be compassionate.
I can sit with my eyes closed.
I can be patient.
I can afford to do whatever I want.
I can take a shower indoors or outdoors.
I can talk with almost anybody.
I can see.
I can make music.
I can clearly see where I’m going most of the time.
I can sometimes say the wrong thing.
I can wear whatever I want.
I can count to my age.
I can be flexible.
I can give to charity.
I can pray.
I can be polite.
I can see misery and pain.
I can have fun.
I can probably survive anything.
I can write another 600 words, but do you really want me to?
I can call my sisters anytime I want and probably get their voicemail.
I can survive a tornado.
I can skate a marathon.
I can shoot the breeze.
I can spell.
I can tell you where to go.
I can find a needle in a haystack.
I can learn.
I can grow.
I can play blackjack.
I can end this here and now.

682 words.

frank landfield
palm desert, ca
Mother’s day, 2010