Keeping the Blog afloat! Oct 13, 2026
The Pensive Pence
Poetry blog with intermittent personal essays
Tuesday, October 13, 2026
Saturday, December 27, 2025
Breakfast
Breakfast
I had a tiny breakfast, as tiny as could be.
A bite of this, a bite of that, and seven sips of tea.
Seven sips of tea, my darling?
Seven sips of tea...
For more, as such, would be too much
For tiny, little, me!
Copyright December 27, 2025
Penny Lee Soutar
Wednesday, May 14, 2025
Haiku
I have finally settled on the perfect writing form: Haiku.
Simple. Efficient. Perfect.
For example:
I don't have to rhyme
Because I am haiku
So there you have it
no haiku today
Sunday hurkle-durkling
must work tomorrow
I'll keep them coming
Going to haiku my way through
this COVID-19.
pj kind of day
so, don't stress. Stay chill and breathe
and write new haikus
I am sure I'll assemble them all together some day. But until then, I'll keep writing.
Penny Lee Soutar
Copyright 14 May 2025
Sunday, July 30, 2023
Obligation
I used
to correct people
because
I had an obligation
to truth.
Now I
ignore people
because
I have an obligation
to peace.
Copyright © Penny Lee Soutar 26 July 2023
Tuesday, March 21, 2023
Looking to Hire Semi-retired Introvert?
What have I been up to?
I decided to move away from classroom teaching at the end of this year! After many years in the classroom, teaching mostly science and math, but at points all subjects and all grade levels - at private and public (traditional and alternative) schools, I have decided that this introvert needs to stop living like an extrovert. I have done enough.
What will I do next? I don't know for sure. I am exploring the possibility of being a Special Education or English Language Learner para-educator, a classified librarian and a tutor. My goal is a support role instead the management role of a teacher. I am not retiring, per se, just off to do something different.
I will have some side hustles of dyeing wool and selling my crocheted work. Because of intercostal neuralgia, (which took 30 years to diagnose) I am limited in what I can physically do...using my arms in repeated motion for more than 10 minutes inflames nerves in my back and incites horrific pain to the point of not being to twist, bend, cough, sneeze or even laugh. No, it is not fun, and I first developed this after a back injury in college. It flared up when I began stuffing bags at McDonald's when I was 25, a job that only lasted 2 months because of the pain. I have given up many activities I love because of it: cake decorating, sewing, gardening, cooking...the list goes on. Wool dyeing could never be a full time endeavor. Crochet time must be rationed and interrupted with other activities, but it is manageable in a slow, spaced bursts. It is what it is.
I have reduced my living expenses and will age in place in my tiny home. I continue to unpack and unfetter myself from excess STUFF. Three hundred eighty six square feet doesn't afford much storage space. But, there is no hurry. The boxes will be there until they aren't. I have pathways, it's OK.
I love the alienness of the desert. It is enchanting, in an otherworldly way. Not Upstate New York beautiful, but it has it's moments. Of course I compare the visual quality of everything I see to my easy-on-the-eyes Allegheny Plateau. Nothing really compares the the rolling, forested hills of home. I desperately miss New York, but to remain independent I need the lower cost of living this lovely Sonoran Desert offers. And of course, the sauna like temperatures of summer and days of endless sunshine are an added bonus.
And so, I march on to the unknown. Decisions, decisions! Thank you for your support during this time of transition. I'll keep you posted.
Penny Lee Soutar, © copyright 21 March, 2023

