March is here...

It's March. Already.
I started my spring cleaning...the car was first and I must say I did a splendid job. I still need to hose down the floor mats and scrub the upholstery and give it a good Febreezing, but it's a lot better off than it was yesterday.

It's a gorgeous day out today. I have to be back out of the house in about an hour since I'm going up to the city to see a play with an important person.

::Silently smiling to myself as I know the suspense is killing you all::

Hmmm.....
one hour more or less
to shower and dress
and what I'll wear is anybody's guess
but in the end I must look my best
lest the hour I've used
on dresses and shoes
proves simply that I don't know how
to make the right moves
so the minutes will pass
and the shower will splash
and I'll drive in my car
and I know I won't crash
and then I'll take the train
and I know it won't rain,
in the end I know my journey
won't be in vain
though vanity is surely
a forgivable sin
considering the state I'm in
of slight panic
although it sounds manic
and the magic of three
is causing my anxiety
and high expectations
may cause limitations
of my skill in the art
of conversation
despite years and years
of preparation
and education
on how to handle
this kind of situation
I think I'm having palpitations
and little exhalations
of restrained anticipation
as I battle my idiosyncracies
and make way for the niceties
of simply getting dressed
and being a lady.

In the words of Jill Scott, "...you incite me to chorus."

Better go get ready now. Laters!