Missing Beethoven- 6 Word Memoir, sort of.

What if someone asked you to summarize your life in a 6-word memoir?

According to Wikipedia, Six-Word Memoirs is a project founded by online storytelling magazine Smith Magazine.  Taking a cue from novelist Ernest Hemingway, who, according to literary legend, was once challenged to write a short story in only six words, Smith Magazine set out to do the same. Hemingway’s six-word story read: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

I was reminiscing with a good friend Catherine, tonight.  I told her that I really couldn’t decide what to write my next blog about – I didn’t want to bore everyone with repeat stories about my hummingbird dreams, my wood-chopping successes or my desire to experience change.  While these thoughts are threaded through everything I write, I was finding it difficult to come up with a different way to approach them.  Catherine asked if I’d heard about the Six-Word Memoir.   I hadn’t so I checked it out. This is my attempt to express my past couple of weeks, using my version of this style.  I wasn’t able to sum up the past couple of weeks in just 6 words (let alone my entire life), but I liked the concept.  So, here is a mini-series of 6-Word Memoirs about my life without Marco.

Forgot to water plant, almost died.

Butchering Bach, maybe Beethoven is next.

Ate fish tacos, story ended badly.

Marieke, Casimir and Larissa lighten me

Snowing today, so beautiful, love you.

Had a moment, caught my breath.

In your lumberjacket, I chop stupendously.

Laughing with Marieke, we spend money.

Face-timed you with messy hair.

Thinking of fat wombats I giggled.

Started Hawk book you gave me.

Myer Bloom arrived in the mail.

Seventeen hours is a world away.

Dreams fly effortlessly across the ocean.

Missing you, had another dry martini.

 

Next time, I might try haiku.  But don’t panic, I’ll be back to my long-winded blogs in no time. Hope you’ll join me.