An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Together

Five chairs around a table,
A kitchen table set for five.
Five fingers counting blessings … ...
One, two, three. Then four and five.
Five gathered at the table
A kitchen table set for five.



~from the files of very bad poetry by Bia

Sunday, November 1, 2015

What time is it, really?



This conversation from yesterday is enough to make your head spin.


Joe: Tonight we move the clocks back one hour.


Timothy: That always confuses me because when does it happen? I mean, how do the earth and the sun know?


Clearly he's thinking too hard.


Joe: Look, tomorrow morning when you wake up and it's seven 'o clock, it will feel like eight.


Timothy: But what time will it be?


Joe: It will be whatever the clock says, but it will feel like it's an hour later.


Timothy: Does this mean I get to sleep late Monday morning?


Joe and Maria: NO!


Joe: It will be easier to wake up in the morning, but you will probably feel more tired in the evening because it will be dark earlier. So tomorrow night when it's 8:00 and it feels like 9:00 ... you'll be ready to go to bed.


Timothy: I'M NOT GOING TO BED AT 8:00!


Sheesh.


This morning, he wakes up and the nightmare conversation continues.


Timothy: What time is it?


Joe: It's 7:15.


Timothy: Then why is it so light outside?


I mean, really. We want to educate our children, but sometimes (for sanity's sake) it's best just to move on. He'll figure it out someday ... maybe ... when he has kids of his own.