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Hi Emily.  Happy belated birthday wishes to you. Yes, I know this is two days after your birthday…..  I didn’t forget it….. I just have other issues. Sorry.  I know, I’m a terrible Mother.

The first issue is that although I have your birthday stuff in my car, and the kids Easter stuff as well, and the boxes to pack them into, and the tape to seal them with, I haven’t had the money for the postage….  I would have had, but it keeps getting sucked out in over charge fees at the bank….  I don’t know why Naomi and I can’t coordinate this better…  It might be because there is so little actual communication between us, or it could be because I’m the only one with a job….Oh well….sigh……second month in a row.

The second issue was that my phone was dead on Wednesday, and I plugged it into the car to get it some charged up before I went to school, but it wasn’t charged enough by the time I got there, so I put my keys back into the ignition and turned the car on while I sat for a while…..  then, because it was still early Your time, I gathered my stuff together, and went to class…. (did you guess yet that I left the keys in the ignition? because I didn’t until I got back out there later that afternoon).

The third issue was school, and having a paper due, and getting my stuff together for the final critique in printmaking next week (I finished my body sized print today).

The fourth issue was getting to work on time (which I didn’t because my keys were locked in the car, (and calling the insurance company’s road side assistance used up the rest of my phone charge, again). So, though I had the time then to call you, I didn’t have the phone charge (again).

Then I got to work (finally, after getting back into the car, and getting it jumped, because the key was not only In the ignition, but also turned to On).  I did remember that it was your birthday, but I was at work, and I had a dead phone…. When I got off work after midnight… It was late, and my phone was still dead.  I got home and plugged it in… and fell asleep waiting for it to charge up again….

So.. then I was into the next day already.  I hope you had a great birthday anyway, and survived your night out. 😉

So, because I’m a terrible Mother, I’m going to write a “Make-up for being a shitty Mother” poem Just for you.  It won’t be for my Creative writing class, for which I need another two poems by tomorrow; he will get two Other poems for that workshop.  This one will be Just Yours. You can see it in the other blog TheMusicOfPoetry.wordpress.com.  Love you much

Mom

 

I am in my last Semester of the BFA program I embarked on back in 2014. Some of my Art work will be displayed in the Hite Art Institute’s galleries Beginning on April 5th, and running through the 20th of the month. As is the case with most students in their last year, I’m quite ready to leave this space of learning and explore doing things on my own now. I have had some excellent instructors here, and I would like to give credit where it is due.

My Printmaking instructor, Rachel Singel, had faith in me with very short notice for the creation of a Body of Work for the BFA review. Kudo’s to her.

In order to complete the program here, I was also required to add some more classes in English and humanities and science.  I’ve loved them all. Some of them got less of my attention than they deserved simply because I didn’t have the time, or the presence of mind in some cases, to give it to them while I was in them.  Some of these subjects will get revisited again after I am out on my own.  I hope I will find some time to expand on what was begun. Kudo’s to the Professors who patiently led us through what were very deep subjects, with well  prepared lesson plans and a strong background in them.  Thank you for your dedication.

In the end, I finally took a creative writing course. I don’t know why I hadn’t had one of these before, but I’m loving it.  Maybe it’s good that it has come last. It frees me for exploration in ways that I might not have had if I had crammed it into the middle of everything else. Kudo’s to this instructor too.

Ian Stansel is very patient with all of us; and I give much credit to his prodding and encouragement.  His suggestions for improvement, and his pointing out of deficiencies prompt another look at what, in my self-satisfaction, I miss.  The obviousness of missing information, which, when I was a technical writer, I was all too aware of, and watched out for, because the end user Needs All the steps (it is Not intuitive) jumps out at him, but not so much at me, because I have all the references to it in my head.  I will expand on the subjects to make them clearer. I will remember that the reader is not the writer, and needs more of the background for the subject.

Thank you all for giving me a stronger preparation for launching myself into the world. Thank you for your assistance in becoming a stronger individual.

 

Ellen M Story , Ellen M. Lattz at emariaenterprises, llc. May 2016.

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Cat Conspiracy

Image by Tjflex2 via Flickr

My cat has been here  7 years.  She’s fixed and quite the lady.

My daughter brought home half grown kits; they’ve had some pretty babies.

We’ve kept a few that grew on us, but have to get their rabies.

There’s no more room, the place is full. My cat is going crazy.

The first cat thinks  the second cats are terrible and lazy.

She doesn’t think that other cats should be allowed the spacee.

My cat dislikes to share her place, and doesn’t share her people.

She growls at them and hisses too, for them she has no scruples.

I try to hug her tight to me, but she scratches, and she pulls;

she eyes the others with distrust, and hides beneath the table.

I miss my cat; her soft meow, her silent, rumbling purr

was often felt to me a solace, to stroke her soft black fur.

Sometimes she will call to me, and arch her back for petting,

but then she spies the other ones, and leaves the room complaining.

She doesn’t feel her place is right, while others are in waiting.

And so she misses out on love; because she’s busy glaring.

© Ellen M Story and emariaenterprises, 2011. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Ellen M Story and emariaenterprises with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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