Clumsy

Dearest Readers,

I have decided to open up a little bit, become less mysterious and cryptic, therefore sharing some of the common pains of the Lady’s life.
Three months ago, after a disastrous summer season in Europe (only business wise) I was forced to take up a job I soon discovered I absolutely loathe. It doesn’t do anything to my self-esteem and the daily interaction with my co-workers leaves me drained. I understand in this day and age everyone – including ladies such as myself – need to take up jobs in order to get fulfilment and also money…
Yes, the dirty coin has become an utmost necessity I’m afraid. No longer a classical education in the Arts and Social Sciences is sufficient to succeed with the current state of affairs… But I digress.
Basically, what I have also discerned is that I am quite incompetent when it comes to routinely mimicking the same boring stuff.

A cool lemonade recipe for the unbearably HOT weather in Buenos Aires:

Lemon + Lime + Water + Ginger + Mint + Lots of Ice

Be well my dears!


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My clumsy self!
I sprained my foot
And now it hurts.

It is being soothed by warm water
And lots of salt,
As it sits in a blue basin
On my kitchen floor.

Upstairs
Rob plays disco records
To practice for Saturday night.

I wish I could climb
The stairs in a flash,
But as I hurt myself
I can’t.

I wonder why have I
To be so ungainly…
I have such a will
To have it all done yesterday
That sometimes it makes me sloppy.

I bore easily
And it enhances my awkwardness.
I realize I should learn
How to become more patient
And hence, more graceful.

Although…
I am not as eager
When I read or when I write
I have also realized.

It is only when I have
To fulfil the menial tasks
I am imposed to survive.

Then, if reason comes to aid
I am pretty sure to say
I am unskilled to perform gracefully
The lowly tasks of daily toil.

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The image portrays Lady´s own feet.