Bears and Packers and Titles, Oh My!

What's an old midwestern girl to do? Look at it this way, either one is a win for one of my old faves.

I Used to Be Cute

My dear friend, Elaine, gave me a volume of Nikki Giovanni poems - the title is "Bicycles," it's wonderful and has inspired a collection of poems I'm working - so, this is one of the first:

I Used to Be Cute

I used to be cute:
tight and sweet, juicy
lips
warm.

You would have noticed
the long line of my waist,
my slender feet in strappy sandals with
high high heels
accentuating my calves
and my short,
 tight
     skirt.

I would toss my dark hair,
pretending not to
notice you
noticing me.

I used to be cute.
You would have seen me.

Kudos to dear Susan, another invisible old lady who used to be cute.

HIp, Hip, Hooray

Cannot believe I have not blogged about my hip, other than anyone who knows me would realize that does not interest me much, but last month pretty much was all about Jan and her upcoming surgery. It's over, I'm vertical most of the time and in no pain. It's still all about me, but hey...the excuse this month is recovery. I have no philosophical insights, nor did the fear of going under the knife (I love that expression) bring any profound wisdom my way. The life change I'm considering is increased flexibility and hope that that may lead to some interesting situations. I'm thinking at least a few strokes off the golf game. The profundity occurred in the friendships and family I have - being blessed cannot be overstated. Casseroles, phone calls, gifts, cards - I have not been as good a friend to others, I fear. So, maybe there was some sort of epiphany involved. I also have been blessed with a big foam pyramid with several lateral velcroed straps. I think I could ride astride it, or maybe it is to be fastened to a chair - as with so many things in life, no instruction manual.