Today is the 113th birthday of African-American poet Langston Hughes. The line in the title comes from his poem “Harlem.” The next line is “Does it shrivel up, like a raisin in the sun?” Lorraine Hansberry used “A Raisin In The Sun” as the title of her 1959 play, the first Broadway play written by a Black woman and the first time a Black director, Lloyd Richards, directed a Broadway play. I never saw it live, but I remember the movie with Sidney Poitier (I think I was “The 3:30 Movie” one day) and it was pretty faithful to the script. It’s one of my favorite plays.
This week has been sort of “a dream deferred.” It wasn’t all terrible, apart from falling down the stairs and banging my head on the floor on Tuesday afternoon. (It’s a good idea to check that your hand-hold while you’re making your way down the stairs is secure and won’t pull away from where it’s attached, like the piece of trim on the TV cabinet I had been using.) Our wedding anniversary was on Wednesday, I did talk to my godmother several times during the week, and I got a few things done. Unfortunately, not on my goals…
- Read three books, preferably fiction. Didn’t do a whole lot of reading this week. I’m not sure about the book I started last week, for one thing, and for another, my reading is competing with Jasmine, who, unlike the Kindle, can use her head to push said Kindle out of my hand when she wants attention, which lately is all the time. Next week, I read in my office.
- Write blog posts for the A to Z Challenge in April. I’ve gotten as far as planning the first week’s entries, but keep changing my mind. Enough of that. Writing begins this afternoon, unless I change my mind…
I did manage to get all the pictures I’ve been amassing on all my different devices loaded into Photobucket. Not that I really needed to, but it gave me something to do while I recovered from the blow to the head.
Looking for a better week this one. Straight ahead.
The Sound of One Hand Typing 
I hate any fall. Nice to got to the Photobucket goal!
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Photobucket wasn’t an actual goal, more just something I had been thinking about all this time. Turns out I had a lot more space there than I thought…
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I feel good after a fal – apart from the bruises and what nots that is- I have put it down to the great feeling I didn’t kill myself!:) be careful sir please. Take care and have a good week:)
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You’re right, it’s probably relief that I didn’t cause myself more damage than I did. Today I found a way to get down the stairs without grabbing the TV cabinet; not only is it less treacherous, it’s less wear and tear on my knees.
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Good grief, John, I hope you’re okay! Be careful!
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I’m fine. Once I got over the shock (took me most of the evening) and my hand stopped hurting, I was fine. Actually, I felt really good for a couple of days after that.
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“My soul has grown deep like the rivers. ” This is one of my favorite lines from Langston Hughes’ poem Negro Speaks of Rivers.
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I don’t care for much poetry, but his I like.
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Ouch, that must have hurt. Good excuse not to read though 🙂 I’m always putting “reading” on my to do list and seem to always get sidetracked by something or other.
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It hurt, butr for some reason I always feel better after I fall. Must jar something loose or something.
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Owwww, I hope your head’s feeling better! Your Jasmine sounds like my dog Isis. 🙂
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Jazz-o, as we call her, is a sweetheart, but a real pain in the backside sometimes.
Head’s doing okay now. I also hurt my good hand (twisted the wrist) and wrenched my neck, but all is better now, thanks to naproxen sodium. I’m taking three times the recommended dose, but it really knocks out the pain.
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Sorry to hear about your fall. Be sure to take it easy.
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Oh, I’m much better now, thanks. Three naproxen twice a day works wonders. Yes, I know they recommend two a day, but a doctor told me once that it takes some time to build up to where it does some good. He was right.
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