Four for the road

Last Friday I read poetry to strangers in hotel lobbies. Me and 5 other poets. Part of the Victoria Downtown Business Association promotion of the arts. It was a blast. Six hotels, 5 hours — I have no idea how many poems I read. Met lots of tourists and locals. Most were receptive; only a few rude responses. My favourite excuse for not having 45 seconds to listen to a poem was "Sorry, I have to go have a pee." My weekend guest arrived Saturday morning and left yesterday. Went around tonight and took photos of four things to get rid of. Two plants. The spiky one was a favourite of my recently deceased cat. She would chew on the leaves and then throw up. So I kept it around for years just for her. It has a very tall (7') stalk on it. One of the fellows who helps me garden is looking for some houseplants, so he will take it away next week. The african violet is very sad and will go to the compost heap. The pillow has been on the sofa for about 3 years now. I'm simply tired of it. The woven faux suede strips get all tightened and twisted around. I don't want to keep smoothing it out — it's a bit like adjusting tennis racket strings. And I want a brighter colour next time. The bi-fold closet doors and cupboard door went out a few weeks ago with other stuff from the shed. I have a wee twinge about letting the nice wooden one go. Just a twinge. I'm sure it will pass soon.