Mary Biddinger’s blog post reminded me how much I’m enjoying the simpler things in life these days. My grandmother got married right before the Depression started. One time I asked her what her wedding dress had looked like. I realized I’d not seen wedding photographs. She did not have a special wedding dress. I believe she wore a cream-colored dress she already owned. There was not money for such things, so they married at home among friends and family.
This weekend, we listened to local musicians in our arts district. O and I read library books and played with toys we already owned. We had interesting conversations with visiting family.
Mary asks if people will write more poems since they may not go out as much. Maybe it’s winter or maybe it’s the economy, but I find myself wanting to stay in where it’s warm and where I’m not far from my daughter. Sometimes, I read or write poems.
What about you? Are you staying in more and writing more poems due to the souring economy?
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Thanks to Mary Biddinger and Charlie Jensen for answering my meme prompt.
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I can’t say that the souring economy or soured at this point had spurred more poems from my pen.
I know it sounds cheesy, but I’m feeling more “creative” in a DIY sense. So even if I don’t end up writing more poems, at least I’m using that hot glue gun, etc.
I feel the same way as Mary, but I’ve been channeling my creativity to inventing recipes — I’ve lost track of how many types of soup I’ve made so far.
And I’ve been translating poems. Can that be considered recycling?
I’ve definitely been taking advantage of the season to get a lot of reading done since I no longer have to weed or rake the yard every time Frida goes down for a nap.
As for economizing… I may take a little break from purchasing books for a while. I think I have about 100 unread on my shelves. And there’s always the library…
Unfortunately for me, in California the gas has just got down to $1.59/gal. on some days. Despite living at 4000ft. and currently buried in snow, I feel compelled to drive just so I can refill my tank for the low price of $20.00.
Maybe I’m counter, or maybe it’s just California, or maybe I just feel the need to go somewhere.