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My Autopilot Brain

The human brain’s a lazy beast

In terms of work, it prefers the least

Given any chance, habits will form

Much less thinking - that’s the norm!

Take my drive to work each day

“How’d I get here?” I often say

I don’t remember turning right

What colour was that traffic light?

And the left turn, way back there

I hope I did that one with care

All those road signs - I paid no heed

Fingers crossed I didn’t speed.

You see, my brain takes a little break

As if the commute’s “a piece of cake”

Believing that there’s nothing to it

Means “autopilot” gets to do it.

Please brain, stay on for common tasks

It’s really not too much to ask

Driving demands more attention

So do other things I’d like to mention.

Stay switched on when I’m going out

So I’m not left to stress about

Whether I’ve locked the front door

Turned off the iron, oven, and more.

And, wherever I go, when I get there

Come on - show a bit more care

Lift your game, please, raise the bar

So I can recall if I’ve locked the car!

Dear brain, don’t worry or despair

Just work a bit harder, it’s only fair

For now though, I will call it a day
I've forgotten what else I was going to say!

My Name

Kathryn is my given name

I save it for things formal

I really don’t mind it at all, and…

I’m glad the spelling’s not “normal”.

My parents were quite the rebels

It’s not a name from the family tree

They went for something different

Thought outside the box, for me.

My name of course get shortened

I just use “Kathy” for everyday

It serves me well for writing

For work, and also for play.

Then there’s “Kath” (I don’t mind)

Used mainly by family and friends

Us Aussies make names really short

So of course that’s not the end.

A few have gone the extra mile

And referred to me as “Kat”

I smiled and did not complain

Though I’m not too sure about that.

However...

I recall a saying my Dad often used

It may be old, yet it’s a winner

"You can call me anything you like,

Just don't call me late for dinner!"

The Write Time

Getting in the “writing zone”

Can sometimes be quite tricky

Social media, texts, emails...

Distractions sure mount quickly!

I must put aside the looming chores

And pretend they don’t exist

Flick over pages on the notepad

To avoid the "To-Do" list…

I need a space that’s perfect

Not too noisy, not too quiet

I need the right amount of light

And some snacks that fit the diet 🍎

Bottomless coffee is a must

(Or wine -  yes, I’ll have some!)

If conditions are just right

Then, maybe, the words will come

But… there’s another distraction

Which stops me writing more

A certain little "helper"
Who's just too cute to ignore 🐶

Feeling the Cold

I should be used to winter

But it’s becoming clear

That, somehow, I feel the cold

More each passing year.

I rug up like an Eskimo

Have the heaters set to high

My kids sweat and peel off clothes

“It’s far too hot!” they cry.

Well, it’s alright for my young

I know they’re all naysayers

Laughing, they say “Really Mum?

You’re wearing how many layers?”

These kids, they do not get it

They just can’t understand

So I say (like my dear granny)

“Come here and feel my hands”.

Cold hands mean a warm heart

So my heart must be ablaze!  🔥

The chill in these extremities

Never ceases to amaze.

Sadly, fingers white and icy  ❄️

Are an all too common blight

My poor husband jumps a mile

When I cuddle up at night.  

And, speaking of bedtime,

Oh - how unsexy I do get!

Thick blankets, woolly socks  

And PJs of flannelette.

I hanker for the winter’s end

For I do like spring a lot

I like the sunshine and the warmth

I just hope it's not too hot...

Changing Tastes Part 2: Food

I browse around the grocery store

There’s cake, lollies, cookies and more

I look at the treats, so artfully arranged

And think of how my tastes have changed.

Chocolate’s a good place to start  🍫

(A subject quite close to my heart)

These days it’s dark choc that I favour

Milk? White? Too sweet their flavour! 

I once loved a slice of cake  🍰

Now, most times, I don’t partake

Donuts, profiteroles, eclairs

For them, I really have no care.

Fruit juice, soft drink – not for me

Nor is ice cream (how can that be?)

With all those changes it must appear

There’s nothing left to bring me cheer.

Past the dessert bar I’ll keep walking

But antipasto? Now we’re talking!

Savoury snacks? Oh, yes please!

And I’ll have some of that yummy cheese. 🧀

While I enjoy all those savoury tastes

They’re probably no better for my waist!

All those sweets - you can have
But I might be tempted by some pav...

Changing Tastes Part 1: Booze

My body has changed as I’ve aged

But that’s OK - I’m not enraged

Something that I never knew

Was that my tastebuds would change too.

I browse around the liquor store

And see wine, beer, spirits, and more

All those drinks, so artfully arranged

But, oh, how my tastes have changed!

I once thought wine sweet and fruity

Was a thing of endless beauty

But now I’d rather end my day

With a nice cab sav🍷 or chardonnay. 

I decline spirits, mixed and pure

I’d much prefer a smooth liqueur

I’ve cut back on beer, coz I can tell

All that gas makes my tummy swell…

With all those changes, you may think

There’s not much left for me to drink

Baileys? Kahlua? Make mine a double!
And I never say "no" to some (dry) bubbles 🍾