Tea eggs…

(M. is mom and V. is me.) Mom sees me making tea as she walks past me the kitchen.

M: Make me some too.
V: Are you sure you want this one? (she goes on to the bathroom)
M: What?
(a little louder)
V: Are you sure you want this one?
M: Stop mumbling, I can’t hear you!
(I scream at the top of my lungs)
V: ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT THIS ONE?!
M: Why wouldn’t I? Stop shouting.
V: -.- It’s green.
M: I’ve been drinking green tea before you even knew what green tea was!
V: Yes, but I remember clearly you telling me you hated it.
M: Yes, I’ll have some.
V: Okiedokie.
(A few seconds pass, mom leaves the bathroom and goes upstairs)
V: Oh, mom, you’ll have to come to my room to get it cause I won’t sit in the kitchen till it’s ready.
M: Well put some in my cup and leave it here.
V: I can’t.
M: Why not?
V: Cause we only have one egg.
M: What egg? I bought them this morning!
V: Not that egg! The tea egg! And gran was making cake this morning!
M: What on earth is a tea egg? o.0
V: The egg you put tea in.
M: You put egg in your tea? o.0
V: No, mom, the metal thingie, geez, it’s yours!
M: I don’t have a tea egg. -.- I don’t even know what it is.
V: What do you call this then? (I go to the stairs and show her the thing)
M: Oh, that. A tea egg.

-.-

Books I want to own.

1. Siddharta - Herman Hesse (because I like the simplicity)
2. Clockwork Orange - Burgess (because it’s very horror show)
3. 1984 - George Orwell (because I can’t bring myself to take it back to the library) Nvm, found it in a used book store.
4. The sequels to Daughter of the Forest - Juliet Marillier (because it’s a very long celtic fairy tale… see why I want them? :P)
5. Kalevalla (because, d0ch.)
6. Neruda’s collected works (because… Ode to a pair of socks?)
7. Kette in English (because then I wouldn’t have to dabble with bad translations)
8. Slavko Grum’s collected works (The event in the town of Gogi.) Nvm, found it in the attic. :D
9. Venci - Vlado Kreslin (Instead of whom am I?) Got it back. :)
10. The Oxford Book Of Death (One short sleep past, we wake eternally… And Death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.)
11. Glass Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath (There are probably many things a bubble bath cannot cure, but I can’t think of many.)
12. Picture of Dorian Gray - Oscar Wilde (I represent to you all the sins you have never had the courage to commit.)
13. I’m With The Band - Pamela Des Barres (Confessions of a Groupie - because those things are amusing.)

The list has been shortened to 10… for my student’s pocket sake.

Weaver

I sit in the green grass
Blocking the sun from my eyes…
A cat makes its way through the piles of snow you dropped off.

I listen for the sound of the train
Coming from the plane flying above me.
Standing up, I hang christmas lights on the red cherry-full tree.

You blindfold me with wit,
Covering my eyes so I can’t smell the colours anymore.

I stumble through the rabbit hole for you,
Saving my life by holding on to a pink wooly string.

You come to me and say I don’t know what it’s like,
Living at the edge of Chaos…
And I comfort you,
You poor thing.

Here, have a brick block on me.
A solid point to build from.

*****

A poem of mine, from quite some time ago.