monday monday

 wouldn't know by the weather

but the small brown box in my mailbox

 was a little promise

for my birthday

and christmas

 pat and butch sent this

yum.

cinnamon candy

strong sweets for weary tongues 

 and a delightful found object 

from a flea market

eight dishes in the porcelain

what for?

 and frustration

 ughhh

with the weaving

broken ends

before the ends were tied up

i became all entangled

tangled

unenuntangled

unfurled

bummed out at my fumbled fingers

frustrated.

this sometimes happens

and only the love of a friend

saves me from fuming.

(uselessly, i might add.)

and then a special package came to 

shock me out of my fuming.

smiles!

(i will share that story later-)