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!
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…
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…
It took all of ten minutes for the sky to go from storm darkness into sunshine breaking through. Spectacular nonetheless.
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
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