Weekend Coffee Share. Lit!

Welcome to my Weekend Coffee Share, hosted by Natalie the Explorer. Today is half-caff coffee day for me. Enjoy whatever you like, and pull up a chair for this virtual cafe-chat!

Coldplay sets the musical ambiance, and my once-again-fluffy dog wanders about, summer haircut growing out. It has been a nice, cool few days here in Northeast Florida, but today feels warmer. Still, it is lovely out. Autumn is here. I enjoyed a Thai dinner with my friend last night. The sun set through the window as we ate, conversed, and laughed. It is setting earlier these days. Sometimes that’s the main indication of a season change in my corner of the world. I’m sort of used to it. 🙂 My ‘friend’ is a young man I dated 2o years ago, and we re-connected a few months ago. I think we are good for each other at this point in our lives.

This last week was full of activity, and I’m keeping quite busy lately. I’m running the yearbook club this year, and meetings with students will start Monday. In National news, last week was #ReadaPoemtoaChild week. I have a Poe t-shirt, so I read a poem by Poe to my class, a lesser known poem called The Magician. My students loved it.

My life is Lit! 🙂

I asked a student to take pictures. The kids loved it! My teacher friend next door read a poem by Maya Angelou and dressed in a lovely African-style print, touching on the history of our nation at the time the poem was printed. She incorporated some Civil Rights background. It’s really awesome when we can all communicate and pull something together like this on our own. Sadly, so many days we’re too concerned about ourselves and what’s going on behind the doors of our own classrooms.

Still, now and then the magic comes together. So, we keep taking chances that it will work. We must try, right?

As far as writing, I am so busy with life, and I don’t like sitting at the computer for too long. There are ongoing ideas that will be finished further down the road. However, I am getting ideas for Janie and second chances, so that is the basis for my new writing idea, which is a short story, length to be determined. Janie is in my published short story of this summer called Crossroads Diner #205. Find out more about this Kindle story here, which also has a theme of second chances: https://www.amazon.com/Crossroads-between-Pamela-Schloesser-Canepa-ebook/dp/B098269VSN

Thanks for stopping by for a brief chat. I am off to get a hair trim soon. Monday is picture day at school! Have a great week, everyone.

R is for Rebel (v.) #AtoZChallenge


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I silently rebel.  But rebel, I will.  (In simple Yoda speak).  Every morning, instead of going to work early, I am pushing the minutes and on the computer either blogging, social networking, or writing in Word.  Writing is one way I speak up, albeit wrapped in metaphors.  There are always several things I could be doing, and sometimes I metaphorically put up the middle finger and say, “Leave me alone.  I’m writing.”

My son has, at times, not spoken to me in rebellion.  Perhaps I am rebelling against the grief one has when a family member changes so drastically.  We have been through a lot in the last three years.

But another element I am rebelling against is growing older.  I’m in my late forties and I still wear blue jeans, graphic tees, and sometimes, hoop earrings.  I wear sneakers more often than any other type of shoe these days.  And I have taken to, *gasp*, reading fanfiction!  It’s fun, when I need a break from anything serious in life.

So, I suppose my form of rebelling is for a totally different reason than the rebellion of our beloved teenagers in this world.  Or is it perhaps, much the same?  Aren’t we rebelling against societal expectations?

As arthritis slows me down and sometimes makes me think twice, there are those days when I am typing for a few hours straight. I may be in my pajamas until noon on those days.  There are those other days when I take hiking walks for a few miles with the dog and my son.  Inertia may be one thing I just have to rebel against, for it will take over if I let it.  If I am in my jammies until noon, trust me, I have been reading something or writing, I did not just do nothing!

Sometimes I joke about approaching fifty.  Why not?  It’s more fun if we laugh at ourselves.  There’s the sad tone from one of T.S. Eliot’s poems: “I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled….”  When I utter this line, I feel I am being humorous, ironically.

But here’s the one I really mean, the one that truly inspires me, by Dylan Thomas:

“Do not go gently into that great night….

Rage!  Rage against the dying of the light!” 

Which one would you rather chant as your growing-old mantra?

**The AtoZ Challenge theme for my blog is “Who I am.” Yes, it’s wide open.  In April, I will blog from A to Z to include little tidbits about me, poems I’ll share, and stories. Each day I will write something based on the next letter in the alphabet.  It’s been fun so far, yet it has really given me a chance to pause for reflection as well.

Want to know more about the A-Z blog challenge?  Visit http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com

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