Sitting unmotivated in the best way. Listening to chirping, feeling the cool before it reaches almost 80, in a couple shots of espresso, and looking around the living room wile, beguile, while my little guest plays his games on the tablet. The most energy I want to spend is sighing although I will brush my teeth.
Then I thought about the scant half bag of generic raisin bran crunch.
I’ll turn it into muffins. The recipe easy enough I can mix it by hand with a whisk and not disturb what’s peaceful including me.
Only one thing left to do.
Get up from the chair…
Not such a sin as you would think. “Can I sleep with you? I had a dream. It was dogs and they stood on a rock and looked at me. It was their eyes.” “Oh no” I did reply and thought of those vampire cows with red eyes comical though it seemed at the time but not enough I’d say as they hung upside down in their barn udders a-sway in mid-air. But he curled up by my side and I put my arm around him as I told him not to worry he’s ok. I rose and got pillows a little later on so in softness and comfy protection be, he, he be, well, you know. His breathing stayed even and low. As I watched him I thought why it is that sleeping on the floor is so much fun as a kid, such a delight as if you’re out camping though in the house. It’s those little things. I raised his head to reposition him that billowy pillows keep guard from those eyes and wrapped the blanket around like a little burrito. Is it involuntary motion when in sleep we pull them under our chin or subconscious voluntary habit just something we do? Well, in any case that’s what he did peacefulness in place.
My turn now to keep silent with these thoughts so sublime as in the kitchen I pot around. Espresso it’s your time and he keeps sleeping sound. Not even those chattering birds that can be heard distinct and clear through open sliding doors as daylight breaks will bring him around, but the alarm might as the tone begins. Forgot to turn it off or at least turn it down!
Must get that before damage is done.
Where was I…? Look, here comes the sun. Balcony lights, good night.
…. but I didn’t know! Used the last in the bowl and reached into the cabinet for the container. Nothing. How many times did I need to move the hot cocoa and coffee beans to look at the corn oil and shortening stacked behind with no Demerara to be found. Going to have to get back out the door to get it while I still have the car.
Can I live without it for a day and shop, let’s say… Tuesday?
Brown sugar will suffice for now.
Tornados begone and the sun is breaking through… nothing left to do but be lazy.
Blinders Keepers On More Levels Than You Can Count
Two horsemen War and Death ride. They might as well with the world especially the US leadership, economy, you-name-it, going to hell in a handbasket. In Missouri there was nothing with that nothingness being captured so much so I thought this book couldn’t possibly be for me, but it all exploded in a blink and the Two sprung forth through the flame. Famine and Conquest could not help but follow and weren’t going to miss it. The lamb indeed follows with them and treks across the country with nowhere to hide while the father watches over his son or is it his guardian angel leaving notes? He’s drawing a blank and keeps it up relentlessly, we the readers don’t know yet, but it’s any man’s game in an apocalypse.
Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride holds nothing on this book although I’d be afraid to imagine what a Blinders Keepers Wild Ride might be. Everyone around him keeps dying but our protagonist just can’t figure it out – I figured it out. I mean, if I can figure it out what’s his deal? Have you ever wanted to yell at a movie screen when the character isn’t moving fast enough or you know what’s going to happen next but s/he doesn’t. I wanted to grab Noah by both shoulders and shake him but realities keep becoming just too blurred. Turns out the father and guardian angel are one and the same double agent, if you will, keeping him alive. To top it off there’s this meteor that doesn’t really exist but the President sees opportunity in opinion polls going up in his favor pretending it does. I don’t know why he just doesn’t send Noah’s dad and a military crew into space to napalm it like they do to so many others.
When you read Blinders Keepers you should hold on to something.
Startled from sleep
But not enough to ignore
The sound is in here
Where I live
Body moving before I could see
Open the door
Staring in the box
Yup, this is it
Shaken half out of my wits
Didn’t know what to do
Can’t call maintenance at 1:30 a.m.
Certainly don’t want to see them
Don’t want to hear their whines
The lightbulb turns on so dim
In my brain
Longing for rest
Down to zero the setting goes
Will it turn off?
Give it a sec
As back up again it’s set
And clicked back on
Without a sound
Well, nothing unusual to speak
Thanks a heap
Threw something in to dry
Now pour some wine
The good kind
Ease my heart
Get back to sleep
I found that out making a late night coffee, just had a yen as it were, but didn’t have enough Italian espresso for a shot, so rather than grind up beans that might have disturbed sleep I added a heaping spoonful of Mehmet Efendi Kurukahveci. The combo made for unique fragrance, flavor and when I rinsed the pot was met with a pleasant surprise; grinds seemed to dissolve away leaving the pot gleaming as if no coffee had been brewed at all.
What I thought would happen was the pot be stained but not this time anyway.
And so lazy Sunday continues to move slowly which is fine with me.
I’ve got a movie
That’s where I’m going
And a load of laundry too
That I’ll do
Lazy’s more like it
But it’s Saturday
A little chilly
Will I accomplish more
Not ambitious enough for a coffee
Cappuccino or Latte
No birds sing in the downpour
Head held in my palm
When I open them
It’ll be a go