Posted in Books & Stories, coffee, Electronics & Games, Wee People

Didn’t Mean To Close Out Of Chrome

But I did and I didn’t mean to press s instead of d for didn’t, sidn’t – oh well caught it before it made press more or less.  The sun is going down but it’s not gone yet. The lights at the distant high school stadium are on as usual though no one’s there. They stand tall above the trees, no game tonight, summer school begins and ends by 4th of July, in the background my grandson talks to his iPad and the game he’s playing. We’ve discovered online games in multi-player you communicate with, and getting caught up sometimes you tell your character what to do or lament out loud when s/he doesn’t make it. No worse than talking to the game on TV. Don’t we all have advice for the professionals?

Soon enough we’ll relax and I will sink in. I could close my eyes now but there’s no reason for him to have to turn in too early because grandma has weird sleeping habits never knowing or planning when she’ll wake, wander to another room to stretch out, possibly decide to stay up for a minute and start a wash.

I love the peacefulness of the night, that special intimacy (is that redundant) none of which I haven’t said 100 times if not more since I began bloggery circa 2011. At the same time I anticipate early morning, that time day begins to wake to christen the latest coffee cup addition to my collection. It’s smaller than most I own, 11 ounces, but it is perfect for cappuccino. You can’t go wrong with cappuccino.

You already know that too.

Ciao.

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Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry, new year, Over Coffee

Sunday Coffee And Coupons: Enough For Now And Laid To Rest

Don’t feel like a movie, enough writing for now

The fan’s back on as humidity drops preparing for what’s to come

Close to 100 – wow

Not really – remembering being a kid and hot summer days never holding me back from playing

Just haven’t seen it in a while that I recall don’t normally complain about heat is all

Thoughts ran through and keep running but privileged you know if I don’t want to say

Let’s see where poetic license gets me though I might leave notes

You’re on your own

I knew before you admitted to the world what’s not to love it’s forever you know

You have to

Anyway

Always loved the art on your walls the fun when you could admit you did too, we smiled together

What about me well like you guys do it I know it, I know me, no matter what I’ve been through they’re not all crumbs (I hope)

I’ve seen good ones around at least evidence thereof  Hello Dolly the place is crawling with them

Good enough

What else

I said privileged remember those thoughts that ran through have lifted because I love being me

Wouldn’t trade what I know, no

 

Note Taking 101

Fun

Unfaithful intern, doctor, shame on you we’re both women, that’s my husband

Sucker punches, you’re on the floor

Real husbands – a show

Let’s see

Fixed the picture frames

Two cappuccinos

Sunday paper, eh

Exercise

Yeah, you know what I mean

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classical Studies, Classroom Notes, Over Coffee

Stretching Out In The Womb

Up at 2 and I ‘ain’t’ talking p.m. All yesterday I kept thinking “I’m making another cappuccino” but never got there. I’ll do that now. I can’t help but take advantage of cool air if there is any sliding back the glass door and positioning a fan to circulate it in. It was the highest it’s been so far topping off at 92 degrees – let’s see how cool I can get it inside before the sun hits. Won’t be rising just yet.

OK, hang on while I make that coffee. BRB

Sorry that took a little longer than I’d planned. Decided to put the few dishes away that’d been drying and wipe down the sink. I’d been remiss, well, don’t remember being remiss but didn’t wipe it down that last time – ate, no, hate white water stains. Keep my toothpaste there too, the edge of the sink, for between meal brushing – have to keep on top of those splashes keeping me on my toes – you see the ripple effect.

Mmm, that’s a good cuppa Joe.

At the stove my mind wandered to salads and the garden people who drop off veggies at the facility this time of year. I really like those guys. Right now I’m in lettuces heaven. Had cooked vegs in the fridge I relocated to the freezer promising we’d meet and eat again as soon as leafy heads run out. How do I love my salads… let me count the ways… and roughage rules!

Finished reading Oedipus today, will need a break before I move on to the 3rd Theban play thank-you Sophocles, and vaguely remember reading it way back, not talking about college days but before that while whatever in the back of my mind is pulling my reaction out of mothballs. My sense of humor as it is causes me to reflect I’ve never had a bad day. I’d say poor guy but I wouldn’t have gouged my eyes out, not even spiritually, yet, a part of me is borderline can’t blame him… well… we all react differently in situations. At least the seer hadn’t lied to him… either did Creon. Ouch human nature and the thinking of the times or is it just the way it is with royalty? Gives it a whole new definition or am I the last to know? The inception of soaps and porn without graphic scenes, the suggestion being enough. Do you suppose he sat back after it all and said ‘well damn, now I can’t see for real’?

My fan sounds like a small plane in flight but it makes a nice breeze. There goes the AC, guess it’s not cool enough – gotta close the door.