Nothing And All Of It

 

A Jumble Of Words…

Speaking of which, Word may want to give me fits today. Interesting, or not, the way updates confuse the technological universe. Looking outside it’s very slick. Could it be ice? According to the weather it’s above freezing and rainy. Well, there go my delusions of possible snow during the night and the center being closed tomorrow. The sun hasn’t come out yet, ha, I should say the daylight and clouds haven’t even come out yet and I’m thinking of tonight. Clothes hanging inside to dry, lights on the balcony still on, what do I want, a shower, cappuccino, both? Yes. So peaceful and quiet the heat’s not even on. A gentle ticking of the mantle clock though I don’t have a mantle. Haven’t turned on the fragrance warmer yet.

 

A Last Tango In Paris brings back bad memories, bad times, wrong husband-to-soon-be-ex, and that poor actress. How directors take advantage and dehumanize another. It’s like overwhelming greed when there’s gold nearby. Bertolucci and Brando got awards but why didn’t the actress. Outrage over the incident but they got the prize nonetheless. Who’s kidding who? I saw it, didn’t want to but my boyfriend wanted to, thought it was horrible. The entire movie made me sick inside. Wonder why it’s so newsy now and has to be brought back into the light… the spotlight. I’m glad Italy doesn’t agree with abuse and treated Bertolucci accordingly. Maybe that’s it.

 

I’m feeling a little tired but don’t want to leave the warmth of the quiet and morning peace. A cappuccino for now, contemplating showering, and I’ll turn on the fragrance warmer to add a soft light.

 

The heat kicked on.

 

 

 

 

Chick Flicks

 

I got lost again as I watched

And I remembered being in that spot

The passion and abandon

 

Oh, I’ve mentioned it before

But I felt it this time

Different than then

 

I melted

Something inside me did

I was part of that kiss

 

Then he leaned and rolled her onto the sand

She wrestled him back gently and he pushed again

And I didn’t care if they were married or not

 

In real life I mean

And how they managed to do that on the screen

Or how their spouses would feel

 

I remembered I believe

 

 

 

Always Thinking

 

So, I’ll make pie today. Strawberry. They’ve been defrosting, are defrosted and it didn’t matter whether or not I had it ready for Thanksgiving. Alone I can do whatever I want, eat whenever, prepare whatever, good movie day to watch whatever; still company would’ve been nice. No turkey for me, instead I had scallops – sea scallops. Last night. They were good.

 

You know…. Before I forget I’m turning the alarm back on. I’m up anyway, can turn it off when it sounds off and it won’t ring again until Monday. Monday. Yeah, back to work it’ll be. Work. It’s a shame social security is so screwed up I can’t retire yet and just relax. I’d certainly know how to busy myself. Relax… thanks a lot government. There we go, all set up.

 

Cappuccino’ll be next. Wanted to type a few words as a good morning.

 

So… drum roll please… … … … … … …

 

Good morning. Happy Holidays. There’s more to come.

 

 

 

Noooo…. Wait…. Strawberry Crisp…   Oh yeah!

 

Feet getting cold. Time for slippers and espresso. Where’s that recipe… ?

 

 

 

 

Ghosts Of Christmas Past Have Nothing On The Horns In The Back Of My Head

 

 

We’re really not friends

We never were

But the boss asked

To bring a treat

Thanksgiving celebration tomorrow

We celebrate as one

Let’s eat

 

Not one for a grudge it popped not to mind

Not right away

I thought maybe a pie

I had fresh fruit washed and cleaned in the freezer

When the garden folk frequently stopped by

For the longest time I’d wanted it

To make you see

But never got round to it, at least not yet

Now good as any

 

The boss was out the day you committed the crime

Something felt not right about making a pie

Why

 

It popped to mind what’d been done

The disrespect and my heart sank

How so many of you had made fun

It was my birthday but to celebrate nigh

Well forgot and forgot me not on that same day

Our friend’s farewell lunch was preferred

Fine with me I knew her before any of you

Still the dish I made went cold

An Italian feast from scratch

 

You thumbed your nose up

A couple lied it was good, mmmmm

Calling me into the kitchen to get it before it was gone

But it wasn’t touched

You watched me emerge

What did you expect to see

That’s ok

Knowing what to do

I took it home and bagged it up

Fed me good several meals to come

But what to do with you and the celebration at hand

 

It occurred to me as I was relaxing

 

The couple of friends there would understand

That’s what friends do

They’ll get a kick out of it too

Bought in the store for $2.98

Tear open the bag and pour

Sufficient enough and no more

Part of dessert

Fair enough that it could be true

 

The Spirit of Participation and Thanksgiving celebration with you

 

 

Bullets

 

Hands are dry. Don’t feel like getting up again but wish I had hand lotion close by. Ha. What kind of convenience would that be to dot the place with tiny bottles of lotion and how long before I couldn’t stand it anymore and cleaned it all up so it’s not so cluttered. None of this changes the fact that my hands are dry, the cuticle on the ring finger of my right hand is swollen and hurts. It feels like there’s a piece of skin peeling up, rough and scratchy. Guess I’ll get up. Maybe I’ll move the bottle over here just for the night. I’ve got to pee anyway. Get up. Hey, good news. There’s an extra purse-sized bottle on the desk. I can give that a permanent home next to the bed. Ahhh… rubbing it in feels heavenly. Not the almond fragrance I prefer, a different ultra-healing formula it says. Redundant I think seeing the original formula has always been ultra-healing. That was the trademark. Another angle to sell the same stuff except no almond? Still, my hands feel good.

 

The heat comes on for the first time a little after midnight. There’s that smell, that new heat, new since last year filling the place. Supposed to get down to 21 degrees. Brrrrrr. It’s certainly going to feel good even set a 66. That’s just enough to keep it healthy. Step out the door for a minute and it’ll feel damn cozy. Won’t worry about that till the morning. The other good is it’ll be drying my towels nicely, those ones I’ve strategically placed here and there after my shower. Couldn’t stand the sound of the fan blowing in the bathroom besides making me feel cold. This’ll do. Sometime tomorrow morning I’ll get out to buy some milk. Hot cocoa will hit the spot. Maybe I’ll buy some cream, whipped cream to go with it.

 

It’s quiet again. The streetlights reflect the frostiness of the windows. I’m comfortable nonetheless. Maybe I should watch something. It was a good day for vampires when I was washing clothes earlier. Could see what’s available in my video libraries or maybe werewolves. No. Not yet. I got a notification that dragon eggs were hatching and I should place them in a habitat. Guess I’ll do that first.

 

 

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