Rainy Days But Tomorrow’s Friday

Gloomy with a slight hint of cool breeze enough that the AC won’t kick on. I appreciate that. A four day weekend approaches – nice. All I have to worry about right now, the most serious thing… is… espresso, or no espresso. Might just get myself together then wake my grandson so we have enough time to gel up his spike. White and red remain. They’ll do.

That’s it and the extent of my ambition. As it goes tomorrow is Friday and that’s only a day away!

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Define Ambient

 

Listening to air conditioning units running in unison. Sounds like a fleet of trucks idling on the street below. How could they? It’s 55 degrees outside. Isn’t anyone aware or don’t they care the size of the utility bill unnecessary when the temperature drops. My sliding door is open and I’ve got the temp inside down to 72. Mustiness is on the run. I don’t understand most people. I prefer the fresh air whenever I can get it opposed to closed-up old and stale. I’d rather get to the island getaway than send the owner of the electric company. Know what I mean?

 

A new week begins but a holiday approaches. Thank-you, thank-you, thank-you…

 

 

 

 

 

So It’s June Of 2017

Does it still feel new or are we caught in the everyday forgetting a new year, resolutions, how to do things different, all the promises we make to ourselves? I’ve got to tell you what I’m becoming aware of is how stuff outside me wants me to throw in the towel and succumb to whatever stuff outside me is shoveling. I guess the point is “outside of me” as long as I keep it that way.

Now there’s a step.

Today is beautiful and cool, 60 degrees, low humidity, a treasure for this part of the world. I’m sitting here wearing a light sweater over shorts and a sleeveless top scratching my head over how my iCloud storage can remain almost full when all I do is remove stuff from my iPhone.

What was the outcome? I pay 99 cents a month for more storage…

Cleaning Out the Fish Tank

 

Scared the fish to death

Or were they just waiting for food

What are these extra dark little bits

Suddenly floating around

Little fishy defecatery

A new word I came up with

Poetic licensure aside

“What’s she doing now?”

Don’t worry darlings

Just making ready for what our future might bring

Certainly not a fish fry

With this tiny size

Not even a mouthful could be

 

Have I told you how much I like fish?

Did the catfish try to bite me?

Shouldn’t bite the hand that feeds

Fat contented cat

More like annoyed I disturbed his spot

Behavior so typical

Were you a feline in another life?

Now swim to the other side

The other corner on the bottom

Nowhere really left to hide

Just the gravel and you

Still

 

The fact they’re all loved and well fed

As they glide around

I gather up the extra stones

The treasures atop the gravel

In an attempt to protect the environment

As clean as can possibly be

A new home for them we’ll find

The magnificent 7

5 Stripes and two Corys

All healthy and happy too

Not too out of line my prediction

Stick with me

 

I’m on your side

For us both to survive