Is that what it is when we thank an object for opening when we’re in a hurry, let’s say, for our lives leaving the threat secured away… though it’s not really? We need to get away there’s that
“thank you” we breathe as we slip through. “I needed someone just for the moment, thanks for standing by me. Is this karma, I need karma on my side…” You’ve got to admit something is felt, an emotional relief at some level before the bad guy finds another way in, or can we just move on to the next scene…
I was watching a favorite movie and the familiar scene happened, this time it struck me. In a panic, mind blown, nothing else by his side he thanked the electronic pass swipe that unlocked the gate and let him through and I thought of all the times I’ve spoken to inanimate things, to my laptop for instance, the device at the grocery store to pay as the prompts come up telling me not to remove my card because it’s processing. “I won’t, don’t worry.”
“29.04 is this correct?”
I nod my head “yes it is” …and push ok.
“Please wait while your transaction is processed”
“ok” I say.
“Do not remove your card”
“I won’t (wouldn’t dream of it)” and the screen changes
“Do not remove card” flashes again
“No worries” I say.
Finishing beeps tell me it’s complete.
“Please remove card”
“I will thank-you” I say.
And the cashier laughs at me or with me?
It didn’t pan out wouldn’t you know it
Blow it I didn’t but she who played the fraud
Phony as can be thought she was slick
So slippery she slid past it the mark she had set
Well what do you know look at her go
But I know who I am
Makes you wonder about folks not enough to worry
Maybe panned out in the end though not the end
Enough to keep moving to the next door opened
Could be even better
Now that’s a thought
I felt happy though I didn’t know why
For the past couple of days a lightening of spirit
Arnold makes cappuccino in huge cups like him
I shouldn’t be surprised with skulls no hearts
Sprinkled cinnamon design or was it cocoa
Hope he used Italian espresso at least
I’ll say it was good, don’t know
As I sip mine in a cappuccino cup designed in Italy
It’s early yet no light no sun hours to go
Anyway I watched that movie because he was in it
Though more tan half went by before I saw him
Different and interesting flick
Comedy not too gross not exactly family
But I appreciate the grownup aim like in kids cartoons gone by
Wouldn’t mind owning a copy
Clothing in the dryer tumble
Think the washer is rinsing that second time
The band’s gonna give it to you, yes they are. If you don’t believe it just come round to where they hang. It’s one of my favorites as I walk that keeps a good pace. Having the ear buds in make the lyrics so clear, with the background quips, grunts and ha-s and then one day it occurred to me… the band has to give it to you the only way to be satisfied (you know), after all they’re not 15 anymore or at least they don’t look it. I remember an interview with one rocker who revealed he practices yoga to be able to satisfy his wife, to be able to last as long as she needs him to. Ha… yup, it’s necessarily so however you’d like to look at it, slice and dice it. How valuable, how good it is to have a partner, a friend, someone special over the years so there’s no worry, to be able to be yourself. Remember when and growing old, what’s that?
Good guys who get those bad guys and win, I love those movies. How many times have they lulled me to sleep, just last night in fact. A great cast that gets better and better, different roles for some but it’s great to see… well, them, especially actors I’ve watched over the years. Might sound silly but its like family reunions answering the questions of how’ve you been and looking good! How can I fall asleep to such violence? What violence? They do what I can’t being over my head in reality, legality, in other words if I stood in the street and let out a scream to release the distress “they’d” take me away in a rubber truck. Instead my good guys get the bad guys and I wake up refreshed. We win! I embrace the day! Or do I just love a good action film? Like the CEO in Small Soldiers said, more or less, it’s not violence it’s action, kids love action. This kid certainly does.
So I double click and the screen diminishes to nothing or call it two by two size…. meaning it got really small, then I pulled the sides out to fill the screen back up and the type is tiny. There’s got to be a type size adjustment somewhere to fix this… but I’m not running across it, something that doesn’t stop me from thinking:
I’m Rubber, You’re Glue. What You Say Bounces Off Me And Sticks To You
Hmmm, a possible title… and childhood blast from the past. How nice if we could hold that same innocence when someone’s not being nice and move on from there. A simple refusal to listen to this with a big hint let’s move on; better yet should they respond, “no I’m rubber you’re glue…” which is usually how the conversation went if I recall, “no I said it first”… and it’s over especially if you wanted to get back to what you were doing.
Kids are natural sages for sure.
Coffee. Finally got some half n’ half. Coffee definitely. Why? Not that I need a reason.
Up @ 3:30-ish with the first wash going. Love the rates this time of day and it’s cool enough for the door to be open and wearing a pair of sweats. The coffee I just had filling the room with its fragrance so I’m compelled to make more. Fall is coming, autumnal equinox, and my birthday. My grandmother’s was September 3rd; if she were alive she’d be 117.
Waiting for daybreak to head out for a few things. Wash my face, brush my teeth, get the list together and choose a save-the-planet grocery tote so I’m ready to go.
A good day, no two ways about it.
I want to buy things
But I have no money
My credit is done
Yet I peruse the catalogs
So convenient online
No one would increase my credit line
Not if they were in their right mind
As my credit score gently cries
More likely screeches in excruciating pain
I have this plan while I shop
Formulating in my brain like a tornado beginning slow spin
To pay it off in a snap
If I got two more jobs maybe three
In four months the light at the end of the tunnel would shine bright
But working 20 hours a day could be fatal
How much time does it take to eat
Don’t need as much food as we think
And monks meditate give up sleep
The body rejuvenates itself with deep rest
When it starts feeling tired 20 hours are up
Begin again reborn again
Debt free would reign
Any way win-win bringing the same end
Shop hard or die trying
Is that a movie
I want Guardians 2 and the new Deadpool
What new ones have I missed
Are they available for purchase yet
Got to be getting close to the ultimate bad guy coming for the infinity stones
Look at that zip-front hoodie with the half sleeves
To the elbow
I’m always pulling them or rolling them up
Love the lines
I wonder what colors
Sun, quiet, changed the calendars to the new month while it was still dark, think I’ll make the rounds and see what the new picture is on each. From here I see a new recipe with what resembles biscuits on the kitchen wall, and a ship at sea in the living room … the other two should have a forest scene and an island beach.
Well, the biscuits are crab cakes, the ship is on the way to Galápagos, the scene is in a meadow this time with brilliant yellow birds alighting on wild flowers and the beach is Saint-Tropez… was it Coppertone that boasted the Saint-Tropez tan? Could’ve sworn the jingle rhymed with Saint-Tropez … yup, Bain de Soleil. Google is so damned convenient.
She looks a little pale to me. Do they make that stuff anymore… Wow, 1983… I’d graduated from high school 11 years ago already. How’s that for vernacular? I was 28.
My son was 5, my daughter not a thought yet. With what I know now, she was impatiently waiting…