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Yesterday my European co-worker wished me a happy birthday. Whenever people remember my birthday it’s always a delight. I don’t expect people to remember my birthday because I forget theirs or in an effort not to forget, I will wish them happy birthday early – I think that’s a good thing but they don’t. One time I wished my Euro Co, happy belated and he loved it saying something like, “Every belated feels like another birthday celebration.” Isn’t that wonderful!
My sister always sings me the happy birthday song – a tradition left over from mom. She always sang to us. When she was alive, she and my sister would sing it to me. I never sang to anybody because then, they would have a blighted birthday.
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Nina Simone
I want a little sugar in my bowl
I want a little sweetness down in my soul
I could stand some lovin’, oh so bad
I feel so funny, I feel so sad
I want a little steam on my clothes
Maybe I could fix things up so they’ll go
What’s the matter daddy, come on, save my soul
I need some sugar in my bowl, I ain’t foolin’
I want some sugar in my bowl
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Although a two-hour session was a bit long for me, the Gwendolyn Brooks poetry meetup was swell! I even read one poem, the mother. There is going to be a part two session because we have lots more to get through. Aside from school with my bitch of a teacher, I never did any poetry reading/analysis with anyone. (That woman was a horrible human – maybe a teacher was the last thing she wanted to be but she failed at everything else.)
I don’t know if I told you this before but someone once said that the audience completes the art. I saw that today. People didn’t always agree with each other’s interpretation but for me, they were all valid. There was a spattering of questions about “what do you think she meant by x?” That’s different because in this case, all responses cannot be valid. I don’t know who’s next after Brooks but I will continue to go.
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Nina Simone
Oh, sinnerman, where you gonna run to?
Sinnerman where you gonna run to?
Where you gonna run to?
All on that day
… So I run to the Lord
Please hide me, Lord
Don’t you see me prayin’?
Don’t you see me down here prayin’?
But the Lord said go to the Devil
The Lord said, go to the Devil
He said go to the Devil
All on that day
So I ran to the Devil
He was waitin’, I ran to the Devil
He was waitin’, ran to the Devil
He was waitin’, all on that day
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My trainer is calling me back to the gym. I don’t want to go because I feel like a failure. An embarrassment. I am nowhere near my goal. In fact, I am further away from it. But not going would be worse right? So …
Back to the gym I go starting next week and at least I will have access to proper treadmills and the sauna. (Dear Sauna, I miss you). Shortly soon, I will recalibrate to see how quickly I can reach my original goal. Plus I got ammo now! I’m better equipped with food/nutrition knowledge and how everything works together to build a better me.
Wed Dec 28, 2022
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