What an interesting sight steam rising from the blanket I hung outside over the deck railing. Well, it didn’t last long… the sun rose and spread itself over like buttering bread and now it’s dry enough that phenomenon ceased. Ha, phenomenon… it looked cool while it was happening though.
Watching a movie named Bear Island with a supernatural cast, the greatest assembly of actors, and nary a bear in sight. Nothing like Skull Island yet I expected polar bears with it being set in snow covered mountain peaks and jagged edges resembling teeth. Opening scene a skier zips across the screen, being me the first thought was a polar bear walking back picking its teeth, or a mom and her cubs belching as they trundled by but it’s not a comedy and our skier makes it to a tent radioing for help that never comes being run over by a snowmobile tent and all. What? Yes, there was a lot more.
But that’s enough.
They were married. What they did was their business or so they thought. One evening he thought he’d add some spice and dressed as Batman, well… in a mask and cape at least. She’d agreed to be the damsel in distress tied to the train track, aka, their bed. He stood at the foot on the oak board as he leapt into the air to the rescue the post at the head breaking his fall. He tumbled unconscious on top of his bride. She panicked, never a good thing, and screamed for help.
The fire department came with an ambulance at their side but what a sight, naked and naked in a cape. Kept a straight face as they freed her and revived him loading him in for observation though they’d seen more than enough.
What would you have done?
This is what I would do…
He’d told me the story for whatever reason I can’t quite say what the intention might have been, to intrigue, to entice, nope, no way, but I didn’t have to think twice. “I’d have left you for dead” I said not missing a beat. “No way would anyone ever see us like that. I’d free myself then get dressed, call 911 after the fact. If you were still alive they’d revive you. I’d found you that way after all, you’d called me into the bedroom I heard a thud on the way in. ‘Poor man… I didn’t know he had it in him’… we’d and we’ll never do such a thing, don’t even go there.”
That was saltpeter enough.
Sitting here staring at the screen
Know what I mean
Want to write
Don’t know what to say
Time ticks on get to wok soon
No that would be work
Learn to spell on the to-do
Get up get dressed wash the face
But first maybe
Nutella on toast
Gotta stop now then
I’ll try again later
Or later again
Sautéing garlic cloves, onion and green/red bell pepper in olive oil… took the container of leftover potato salad and dumped it on top… cranked the heat up a bit and cooked uncovered, potatoes browned beautifully, flavor – very good, put most in a new container, scrambled an egg in what was left in the pan, topped with a slice of muenster… I’d show you a picture but it’s all gone!
That’s a lot of directions. Should titles be this long? Why not! Of course, had I written ‘why not’ with a period following it that would have indicated sarcasm. Why not. (And the spelling/grammar check doesn’t like it) Decisions, decisions on a lazy Saturday, me and a slice of cold pizza, while my grandson chillaxses in his room playing videogames.
That’s the life.
But enough time has passed since I began this and it’s dark, speaking of dark thoroughly enjoying the film noir I’ve been discovering through YouTube. Tonight was The Amazing Mr. X, a con pretending to be a psychic taking wealthy women for what he can. How helpless the women are! Then again when someone suspects something or the con goes awry because the record playing other worldly music skips and she notices, curious woman charges head first to solve the mystery and will figure out later how to overcome the bad guy should she bump into one or not at all figuring it out that is. Romance thrives with death looming and the men aren’t the superheroes being a half step behind the bad guy but there’s enough going on to hold you there till it’s done. In fact, I haven’t been disappointed by one yet.
For me, the only man I’m thinking of is the little one fast asleep, no mysteries to solve, no bad guys taking me for my wealth ‘cause I’m broke, (I don’t have oak but I try to dress nice) I am looking forward to early morning, making coffee – yes I make a great cup of coffee – enjoying the beginning of a new day, and seeing that face when he wakes.
Does that make the lady a tramp? Ha, eat your heart out.
He demanded but you didn’t think overwhelmed by the command. Is that it? Was it a command or a plea? Was he just thinking out loud? No, I know what it was. You acted in fear but I acted out of love. That’s it. From fear the violence comes but in love the violence ends.
Sword fights can be tiring though even when you’re not striking but blocking the blow.
Yeah, exhausting actually.
Nothing like a monster car or truck yet the title was:
Tired But Not Tired Enough
Close but no cigar, that’s it
So here I sit
Actually I’m not going to sit I’m going to hard-boil a few eggs… what else was I thinking, yeah, maybe making some potato salad, the kind with mayo. It’s been a culinary creative day and I don’t feel like stopping. Might sift through the chicken and noodles of Friday’s school lunch, removing the chicken seeing I don’t eat the meat and have prepared noodles at the ready. When all is said and done I might feel drowsy enough to sleep to Drive Angry. You think you’ve had relatives from hell? Not like this guy and not at all figuratively speaking. “Mwah-ha-ha, I’d like you to meet my Grandfather” she’d said. “Those aren’t horns in the back of his head.” His grin dripped venom right onto their bed.
Now here I go.
What does it mean? Nothing according to retail as visions of Christmas crop up alongside Halloween with no mention of Thanksgiving until it’s time to buy a turkey. Still I’m in 1000% long weekend mode believing Monday is Sunday feeling there should be a few more days off, paid days off before back to the grind. Gotta love relax mode but don’t worry, at least I’m not that I’ll face reality tomorrow. I’ll go to work. Promise.
What a weekend though, cooking up a storm, watching movies, shows, brush teeth later than earlier… why is that a luxury… eewww, gross…. but to a child it’s a sign of no school when we wash up later. Let the festivities continue… and sleep late if you can. How nice to rise early to enjoy the peacefulness with no demands of the day, to play games without interruption to catch the school bus.
It’s the little things.
I love September. Can’t wait for cooler weather to win out over 80 degrees. Time for change.