The Last Rose

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Yesterday and Today Himself: Making mild jokes after I harassed him about having a heart attack because of his long hours. 50% more chance, the news reported this morning. Still perusing Padres seats, and today is the home opener. Herself: The last PT yesterday came with the reminder to keep doing the exercises every day forever and ever amen. Yes, noticeable improvements. For instance: I no longer have to take a running start to get in Grumpy. I can actually lift my leg up and get in just like a normal person.

Today’s the day I read two poems to the class. After I do that, I submit them to the poetry committee and cut in all the changes they suggest.

The essay “Cobb Salad,” came back with varied states of corrections. Two of the readers changed a comma here and a word there. The same comma and the same word….very useful corrections. Two other readers tore apart one paragraph, and on reading, I noted their corrections made sense, Not that I made all the changes, mind you.

I did rewrite my 150 word biography shrinking it to 52. That was an exercise in humor and deletion:

“Born here, raised there. Ran away from home to join the Army. Married, kids, did Hollywood in the sixties. College. Career as artist while raising two kids and a husband. Divorced. Madness. Recovery. Ocean Beach. Met and married “The Geezer”, graduated SDSU, work, art, writing, blogging, photography while growing older.”

I could have said far less, for instance “Joined Army,” instead of “Ran away to join the Army” but where is the fun in “Joined Army.”

So now that I have done this once, I am prepared for the deluge of comma changes and arguments that the sonnet needs rhyme, that the picture choice was inappropriate, et al. At least, I hope I am prepared and will send them off to the poetry committee after I have lunch with a member of the poetry committee.

Is that nepotism? A rhetorical question.