Anne & God: Conversations With The Infinite

The March

Dear God,

Why is my husband

continually surprised

that all the rock stars

from his teen years

are really old now?

 

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The Slacker

Dear God,

Apparently

I am too lazy

to take 7 extra seconds

to use a fork

to split open an English Muffin.

 

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The Night

Dear Anne,

Just how much sleep

did you think you were going to get

after drinking an espresso

at 8:00 pm?

 

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The Bassinet

Dear God,

Can we just let babies

be babies?

Do we have to

keep turning them into

prodigies?

 

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The Comfort Zone

Dear God,

I confess

that I would rather

watch vintage TV shows

than new ones.

Sue me.

 

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The Survivors

Dear Anne,

Your optimism

that houseplants

can survive

without being regularly watered

is misplaced.

Even the succulents.

 

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The Critic

Dear God,

Why does Microsoft word

auto correct some words

and leave others

for me to fix myself?

Is it judging me somehow?

 

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The Brain Drain

Dear God,

I confess

that after organizing my attic for about an hour

I lose the ability

to make quality decisions

and just start shoving things “wherever”.

 

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The Backlog

Dear Anne,

Now might be a good time

to start listening

to all those podcasts you’ve collected.

 

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Covid-19 And Me

I am not freaking out.

I repeat I am NOT freaking out.

Ok I am freaking out.

Just a little bit.

You mightn't know it by looking at me but I am an easily freaked out person.

All that calm is a careful creation of years of practice.

Because I learned a long time ago that freaking out gets me exactly nowhere.

It just leaves me curled up in bed playing solitaire on my phone.

Which does not actually reduce stress, by the way. It actually seems to amplify it because my brain goes round and round on the same groove rather than being distracted.

Much of the time I get freaked out by things that really are not very big or very important.

So when something like Covid-19 comes along - and the whole world starts freaking out - it can be hard for met to get a grip.

My general coping mechanism is to keep life running along as normally as possible and sticking to my routine.

Which is why I'm going to keep posting Anne & God poems and Overbooked & Underpaid columns and pictures and all the other wacky stuff that winds up on that blog.

It's not me being insensitive.

It's me trying to stay normal.

And maybe help you stay normal too...