Posted in Books & Stories, Motivational, Thought Food

Think I’ll Make Bran Muffins

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…

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry, Movies

He Crept In

 

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.

 

Made it.

 

Where was I…? Look, here comes the sun. Balcony lights, good night.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Holiday And Celebrate, Improv

Out Of Sugar

…. 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.

Or

Can I live without it for a day and shop, let’s say… Tuesday?

Sure.

Brown sugar will suffice for now.

 

Tornados begone and the sun is breaking through… nothing left to do but be lazy.

Posted in Books & Stories, Comedy Of Errors, Current Insurgencies, Reviews

A Book Review: Blinders Keepers by John Rachel

 

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.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

Moans In The Night

 

Startled from sleep

Slumber deep

But not enough to ignore

The sound is in here

Where I live

Alarming

Hart pounding

Body moving before I could see

Clearly

Detect it

Where

What

Open the door

Staring in the box

Close it

Open again

Yup, this is it

Shaken half out of my wits

The fridge

For real?

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

Yet

Down to zero the setting goes

Will it turn off?

Click!

Moan stops

Worried no

Give it a sec

As back up again it’s set

And clicked back on

Without a sound

Well, nothing unusual to speak

Food safe

Wide awake

Thanks a heap

Folded clothes

Threw something in to dry

Now pour some wine

The good kind

Ease my heart

Get back to sleep

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Just Sayin'

Italian And Turkish Coffees Leave The Espresso Pot Shiny

 

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.

 

Unexpected. “Son-of-a-gun…”

 

Happy.

 

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.