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Thanks To Morrow

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Today while getting around to delivering that donation I’ve been holding, I will check my in-box, too easily forgotten during this relaxing holiday week away from most of the maelstrom into which these past two months have been thrown. To morrow, watch for some degree of regularity to return to my routines. You’ll know what to look for.

Today I will complete my first draft of a certain actuarial review, correcting the most egregious of the numerous critical errors in a so-called “reserve study” recently sold to an unsuspecting victim. To morrow, watch for other errors to be corrected, including the dangerous void in which companies that hawk such studies operate. You’ll known when they stop asking what I think.

Today I will give up waiting for someone else to say something, so will investigate certain aspects of our e-mail policy. Watch for me to not be at all amused. You’ll know when it stops.

Today I will add a few more companies’ annual updates to my pension disclosure database. Tomorrow, watch for an early prediction of aggregate pension cost for the year that will come closer than the flawed guesses made by all the major consulting firms. You’ll know whom not to believe.

Today I will know the second verse of Baby It’s Cold Outside as well as I am now familiar with the first. To morrow, watch for me to get serious on my own way with it. You’ll know when you hear it.

Today I will address the envelopes for several dozen more Christmas cards. To morrow, watch for the tree to go up in our living room. You’ll know when we’re lit.

Today I will begin a Lifelapse series of sunrises down the fairway of our Hole #4. Tomorrow watch for a new morning. You’ll know it’s with you.

Today I will wind up massive reorganization of my private stationery store. To morrow, watch for my electronic versions to race to catch up. You’ll know it when you see it.

Today I will walk more than 10k steps, if I have to get lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood doing so. To morrow, watch for me to launch another virtual walk up to the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade, this time with hopes of making it there and well enough beyond. You’ll know when I get there.

Today I will write a villanelle, having recently dusted the rust off some memories of how I was taught how to at least make a knowing stab at it. To morrow, watch for a recitation to emerge. You’ll know where to look for it.

Today I will play my first game of chess in decades, even if only against my iPhone’s Play Magnus app . . . and of course, will lose. To morrow watch for me to at least think about doing the same for Gomoku, then eventually back to Go. Watch for me to pass Go running. You’ll know what that gets me.

Today I will skim the front pages of both sections of Wall Street Journal that landed in our driveway this morning. Today I will read their “What’s News” column and dip into stories that catch my eye. Today I will walk through all pages on a search for articles that would matter to a pension research actuary. Today I will read one article beginning to end, maybe two, maybe even three. Today I will follow up with research down yet another hallway. Today I will ink in a few words on the WSJ crossword puzzle. Tomorrow watch for a second reading as the Journal takes the day off. You’ll find today’s beaten copy folded up in my main satchel.

Today I will begin a new Bic ballpoint sketch. Tomorrow watch for it to pick up depth. You’ll see through it.

Today I will do whatever I can to help with the cooking. To morrow watch for me to do whatever I can to keep from eating myself back up to where I was last year this time. You’ll know when I’m back on the floor.

Today I will study the Homeowner’s Manual for our Lennox thermostat. To morrow watch for reestablishment of the connection with my iPhone. You’ll feel all warm inside.

Today I will make the bed. Today I will get the trash and recycling out to the street for Wednesday pick-up. Today I will again use that new attachment we got for our vacuum cleaner. To morrow watch for me to start my choreography early and end late. You’ll know it’s never done.

Today I will draft another post for aftermath. Tomorrow watch for it to walk into the room with a pencil in its hand. You’ll know something is happening, but you won’t know what it is.

Today I will remember Mrs. Bean being told The News. To morrow watch for us to forget our history all over again. You’ll know when it repeats.

Today I will look for another place to dump the garbage. To morrow watch for me to have another Thanksgiving dinner that can’t be beat. You’ll know what I’m singing a bar of and walkin’ out.

Today I will add three new actions to my task list for every one I complete. To morrow watch for me to do the same. You’ll know it’s me.

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Written by macheide

22 November 2017 at 5:17 am

Posted in Adrien, to morrow

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  1. Oh, and yes, it’s unavoidable, and I won’t even complain — Today I will be on call for the Crisis of the Day. To morrow watch for me to still be on duty. You’ll thank me for it someday.


    22 November 2017 at 11:01 am

  2. As is so often the case and ought be more frequent than I tend to reach for, this day’s villanelle effort split into at least two villanelles, plus probably some other things, poems or whatnot.

    This time, blame the fact that even after all these years and all I’ve read and all I have been taught, villanelles still are not as natural to me as they seemed to Nancy and still are for Maggie. So when a long walk had yielded me what I first thought to be a workable couplet for this villanelle I wanted to write, I was headlong into locking in the first stanza and geared up to push through some early drafting before I realized that my main rhyme had a set with barely enough words to force things into in the worst way that makes readers so harshly criticize rhyme. Only two words past my initial two could be used for my intended theme, and the meager remaining candidates could not possibly be taken seriously, so I thought. With depressed regret over having to dispose of that first draft of my opening stanza, I chose a re-phrasing that might be more hospitable to the villanelle’s strict rhyme quota.

    I grumbled that I might keep that initial version of those three lines first drafted and aim for a triolet. OK, call that a spinoff exercise, and Nancy’s father would rap me on the knuckles if I didn’t come through with it, I guess. But triolets were never my thing — so far, I’ve only written the one that Hollis would have had me attempt, not worth preserving, not worth remembering.

    Or maybe extend to a sonnet, just shrug off the repetition I was aiming to reflect. Eh, call that another spin-off I might never get to.

    But then somewhere in thinking of those variations, I swear I heard Nancy’s voice chilling me with its ghostly challenge: go with my initial major rhyme set, but simply change my theme. And almost like the flash of a vision, I could see the entire layout of a villanelle that played with all of that meager set’s words with equal strength and validity. And then could hear Nancy’s laughter in my head. Screw up one task to get another done well, that is my talent, and something she would appreciate, even as practiced as she was at getting it right on the first draft.

    So I have at least two villanelles: one on my initial theme, but with a revised rhyme set; and then a second one on a new theme, with my original rhyme choices.


    23 November 2017 at 2:07 pm


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