Friday, November 20, 2015

Grateful, Overstuffed Hearts

Good and Bad Stuffing
A poem by Eve Gaal
(Note: Little bit of silly word play for Thanksgiving:
 Each line as two words that sound the same but....)

Listen to rap while wrapping.
Bake date bread before dating.
Buy a wok after walking.
Lie down-- hear lies.
See from ocean to sea,
males rarely send mail.
Sew your dress-- find it isn’t so.
Frosted tiers,--shedding tears,
Unfazed-- enter a phase.
No--means knowing.
Dye your hair—you’re not prepared to die.
Hear the hymn-- listen to Him,
head to sole into your soul.
By and large you buy it,
By casting nets—earn a role in the cast.
Harpoon a whale while wailing.
Box out of a box--
a major feat but you land on your feet.
Do the unthinkable--kneel on morning dew.
Pray for the preyed upon.

You are not the ewe in the meadow.
Write about everything being right,
the open chutes are shooting,
weigh your options-- find your way--
like a soldier in the corps--injured to the core.
One who wins and has won.
Ready for round two— maybe three and four too,

Life's not easy but great and you’re grate-ful!
This turkey is filled with
 gratitude instead of stuffing!

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Backyard Forecasting

Pre-El Nino?

The clouds are hiding now.
The storm is on the way.
So they say.
Plan ahead.
Those high paid meteorologists
Wearing expensive clothes--
Have warnings,
fancy maps
Doppler radar,
and serious expressions on their faces.
It’s time to prepare.
Buy umbrellas,
flood insurance.
Stock up on food,
at least make sure you have a raincoat.
sunshine is streaming all over the place.
You grab your sunglasses and sit in the shade.
You’re out a few hundred dollars but you’re ready.
And on such a wonderful November day
You see the frantic hummingbird poke her head into the last of the blossoms—

and think it’s funny
because even without the Prime Time weather team--

She knows. 

Thursday, November 5, 2015

Empowering Fashions?

With the holidays fast approaching, it’s no wonder the catalog companies are testing my postman’s biceps. Poor guy must really get a workout schlepping all the fashion, gift and toy catalogs. Last night I flipped through a couple of my favorites and realized I’m hopelessly out of style. I used to know what to wear but moving to a deserted golf course for ten years has altered my sense of style. Silk blouses were too hot when the mercury rose past 89 degrees and suit jackets slumped on a chair most of the day. At least I’ve learned that shorts aren’t for middle-aged women. Skinny, tall or short and plump,

please don’t wear shorts to anything. Not even a golf tournament. They are ugly and unless you’re one of the Bud girls or something, don't even consider wearing shorts with boots.

But what do I know? I like dresses and I cannot lie. My favorite dress style is from before my mother went to school and I also love the vintage dresses from when my grandmother went to school!There's no denying the pink, the lace and the style of the dresses from the early part of the 20th Century glorified the weaker sex. Something my extra large athletic build and 5 foot 9 inch stature can only dream about. Weak? Me? Not unless I'm sick.
Ubiquitous jeans, however are my go to, for cool days and long winter nights.

Let me get back to these fashion catalogs and what women are subjected to wearing in 2015. Certainly nothing "weak" about either of these acceptable styles:

 1. Severe political statement, candidate-style suits
 2. Robin Hood meets Peter Pan (Angled bottom- flowing tunic, leggings and ankle boots)

Thanks to John T. Molloy and his book “Dress for Success", I wore imposing navy blue suits for many years. Honestly, I’m not exaggerating or dramatizing when I say a manager handed me that exact book after noticing my handmade little frocks. (Yes, I used to sew romantic, ladylike dresses.) Some of my "power" suits have followed me from the L.A. hustle and bustle where they served me well. They also did a pretty good job in Temecula and later I transported them out to La Quinta in the desert where they collected desert dust for ten years before recently moving to Wildomar. Now they just gently stare and wonder why I haven’t donated them to Angel View, our local charity.With manly lapels and straight skirts, the suits fill me with guilt for working from home. They also remind me of the 80’s and 90’s. Can’t think of too many great reasons for keeping them but political office? Not a chance!  

Anyway,back to the second group of catalogs from my soon-to-be buff postman. What’s with that "Saving the World look" ladies? Don’t forget, Robin Hood and Peter Pan, though fictional characters, are both young men. Have I missed something important while being busy along the path of life? After all, I picked up People Magazine at the dentist and perused Us and Glamour Magazine before getting a mammogram. I mean how did I become so oblivious?

Of course, all the models look gorgeous in their leggings, flowing tunics and ankle boots but for lack of a quiver filled with arrows, you’d think we live in a place like Panem from the Hunger Games. Have women decided to give up femininity all together for the sake of political correctness--or is it to fight? Engage in battle? Win? Will I be outed as an enemy due to my weak looking, dress-wearing tendencies?   Should I swap my suits for tunics and leggings and join the androgynous march into tomorrow wearing tough looking ankle boots? Maybe I can arm-wrestle the postman and put a feather in my cap? Nah, I prefer tea-length dresses accompanied by intelligent conversation and a side of chocolate biscuits. Or perhaps a rendezvous at Starbucks, wearing my loose fitting jeans. 

(P.S. I'd mention the catalogs specifically, but don't want them to get mad at me. 
If you're curious then please send me an email-evegaal at gmail and I'll give you the name of the catalogs.)