List Poem: This week. . .(Make your own)!

This week I have 

walked over rocks, a thousand colors, by the water (boats and a seal passing)

drunk wine, a lot of tea, and one triple entendre at the local brewery 

laid in endodonist's chair listening to drilling, thumping, scraping  

hugged my children, scolded, read to them

strolled beneath birch's bare branches

cleaned up dog pee from my carpet 

saved muddy dog from pouring rain 

taken a nap   

taken ibuprofen  

folded laundry and edited a book  

written a long to-do list I will probably never finish

laughed and groaned over the news

comforted a dear friend

laughed with an old friend

turned into the wrong lane in traffic

kissed my husband

fried catfish for the first time

cancelled two appointments

bought a scarf for my aunt

stood in the sunlight

watched my daughter play the double bass

found a blooming rhododendron--lipstick red

ran through the rain

listened to jazz, pop music, an audio book, and a high school choir concert

played Old Maid

cleaned toilets (2)

stroked a crab's back

bought a granola bar to my sister who was giving blood

encountered black, furry sand dollars, layered like shingles in the sand

returned eight library books

paid the bills

mailed a letter I carried around for a month

taken away my daughter's screen time

penned cornell notes on woman's suffrage movement

watched The Flash

made peanut butter and jam sandwiches

dreamed about moving to a tiny house

slept without dreaming

drunk instant coffee

eaten toast from slotted toast rack

yelled at the dog

sung "Fly Me to the Moon" over a sinkful of dishes

written a blogpost (1)

sat here in the sun, listening to wind chimes

another week, a hundred wonders

and goodness: the daily bread

Why don't you make a list poem about your week?  It's surprisingly interesting and makes you realize how varied your life actually is.  How much passes by without us marking it!  While this rather pedestrian form is not an entry into the sublime, it's a fun exercise in gratitude and wonder.  I tried to stick to concrete details instead of emotions, but it's your list poem, so craft it the way you like.  You can also do a list poem like this out loud at the dinner table with your family--one "I have. . ." per person, in a circle--if your family is irreverent as mine, this could get silly and hilarious!  (You only get to vocalize one bodily function per turn).

*All the photos in the post were taken at beautiful Bloedel Reserve, Bainbridge Island