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.
I stick my hands in them while walking from time to time. You know, it’s those little things…
Limbo, everybody limbo, limbo all the day slipping under the highway cables then standing straightening up feeling a little woozy, actually more than that and onward. Gray days while March lets the seasons argue with each other as it does taking no sides though many prisoners. Hot, cold, warmer, cool, turbulent winds and rain and then sun, don’t get used to 70 for tomorrow it may snow sounds like normal midwestern weather on any given day but now it’s everyday. Listen to that wind whistling, yes whistling, foreboding, thunderstorms coming again. Maybe March rains will bring April flowers and bump up the first day of summer to May. Sounds reasonable. Not a new theme, it’s all been said before but there’s more than one way to put things like more than one way to skin a cat, an interesting idiom. Need to remember that one for an English lesson. Surprise and controversy instigating conversation like the many ways to say hello?
One can only hope.
You have witch’s hair he’d said but she said no it’s simply mine, curly true more like Einstein’s. Why don’t we say it’s Einstein hair. He was really smart, you’re not that smart. Are you sure could only be the reply. Do you know that for certain? Let me tell you something:
The way I was raised we’d never talk to an adult like that so why don’t you go to the principle’s office and discuss manners and why you think you should comment like that, just blurt without thought; in fact, let’s get the principle right now.
The teacher dialed the office and went through it again while a student sat there aghast. No turning back from this, he was committed whether he wanted to be or not. You can go to the office now he was told as she hung up the phone. Deflated he walked in a daze down the hall as if an electric chair, his only fate, awaited. Zzzt… zzzztt…. The others sat quiet, the revelry snuffed out in a what just happened.
Not to add insult to injury she had an idea. Let’s begin with science, change things up a bit and find a Bill Nye the Science Guy episode to do with hair and see all we can learn about hair, how it gets it’s color, why straight, why curly, how we get that in-between wavy or with body. Could be fun.
She looked away from students sitting quietly aghast and typed Bill Nye the Science Guy all about hair in the search. I’ll let your teacher know she told them. She’ll give you a quiz. Yes, I think we’ll make this a lab.
They were all committed now, no turning back.
Life does change in a blink
Officially retired now first benefit in
The sky is beginning to lighten think I’ll open the blinds a bit
Guy in the building behind me keeps looking in my direction
Means nothing but maybe though he’s a smoker
How many have I seen freezing in below zero desperate for the first drag
Drag so many different implications
The complexity of English to frustrate students
Could make a good lesson could be fun
No doubt a coffee on the horizon somewhere
He gave just a little kiss like this…
Not on your life
He was her boyfriend not mine
We all lived in the same house being teachers abroad
Ages 21 to 60 beyond
It didn’t matter as we made life work
We didn’t necessarily hang out together
Though we had our moments to share
We sought our interests
This evening in the kitchen we were
He had done something helpful
Or was it something he’d said
I remember standing in the doorway
As I quipped to him you rock
Mimicking a kiss through the air
More kick than I thought
Or he felt it for real
He shot one back to me
Almost knocking me off my feet
I felt that arrow penetrate my being
But he never moved from his spot
That’s passion pure form
His girlfriend my flatmate didn’t like it one bit
She did not
I love life
He had plenty
It lay silent inside me until just now
Some years flitting by
What was her boyfriend’s name
A harmless muse walking early today
There were two I’d confuse of two friends
Well one not so much
Then I remembered
And remember I did
Don’t dwell on the past
The hell you say
Just for the moment I believe I’ll stay
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.
The contented house cat on the prowl just knew, I could tell by the concentration and stealth-to-pounce position it was in, it was going to catch it’s target. I couldn’t see the target from the other side of the street but it sure could. Like a bolt of lightening it leapt, I heard annoyed chirping, wings flapping, saw a small bird reach altitude as the housecat, no longer as self-assured yet still rotund with its shiny-clean fur now on the other side of the low bush looking around somewhat perplexed, “where’d the bird go?” It took a moment before it decided to move feeling a little sheepish? He wasn’t exactly in shape for it… possibly remembering the good ol’ days. Not to worry, there’ll be warm milk and gourmet cat food at home. No doubt someone will be there to brush its fur…
I read something in the paper about an actor who in many of his movie posters is leaning back or leaning on someone and it was associated with memes, meme with learning. What has that to do with meme? Something over my head… I don’t get it as Sherman oft said to Mr. Peabody but that’s ok. What I do remember as an undergrad an instructor who said I should have a meme to associate with what I’m learning so when it’s time for a test it’ll be easier to recall the information. Now he was a graduate student and I was a lot older but I’m supposed to listen and being me, well; let me tell you. According to my instructor, I should have this word that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to trigger something that’s supposed to bring to mind what I need to answer the question kind of like Chinese checkers. Take your marble and jump, jump, jump, jump, collect all the marbles you’ve jumped, get to the other edge of the board to win. (Who hadn’t loved lining things up to clear the board with one move) However, I’m exhausted already from all that thinking, the pressure to remember what on earth I’m remembering the word for, and I haven’t answered the first question yet. Instead of collecting marbles and winning the prize I think I’ve lost them…
Makes more sense to just study instead of stressing over forgetting the go-to word.
Where did he go?
Push play again that’ll do it
I knew that
I didn’t want to say that again, but I liked ‘Mozart got silent’, what ran through my mind when the CD stopped playing during naptime and I thought “hey this might be a good title…” What would follow was a mystery even until now.
It is getting late. Looking around it seems so dark then I realize I’ve replaced all the nightlights with soft glow bulbs keeping things demure, that gentle glow that appears dark against the stark brightness of the laptop screen. If I look away and tilt the screen forward I see their light. Nothing has gone out, a good thing seeing I have to buy a new package of bulbs after I used the last one just last night. There, I looked away again tilting the screen down to relax my eyes, peaceful and soothing, ah, that’s nice.
I am tired.
Maybe we’ll continue in the morning.
What could follow is a mystery even until then.
Mozart and me getting silent…
At its core, the universe is not a rational place – the universe doesn’t think (but it creates randomly or by the nature of the universe when worlds collide, burn out, break apart, however the universe works). Plato and Kant say the world is amenable to reason (it won’t argue, it’s just itself while you do the thinking) aka man thinks. In the face of a world filled with endless strife (synapses, synapses, synapses) we ought (there’s the o word – ought) minimize natural desires to achieve a tranquil state of mind and disposition for universal (well rounded) beneficence (becoming selfless) and overcome frustration in artistic, moral, aesthetic forms (there’s that f word that anyone with any sense loves to write off as intangible twisting it to unachievable) of awareness.
Our bodies don’t think our brains do though it’s a gray area being physical that causes us to be able to reason, to think about stuff, to figure stuff out. Our bodies are amenable to reason, to eat right, to relax, to smile, to be happy, to do what’s right, to be positive, to get out of our own way, to think of the other guy, to add to life.
Not so sublime really. We got this.
I poured small pools of color onto the paper, put what I call loaner tops on my babies then a smock over that and let them have go. You may be able to detect a handprint or two, and of course the stems and leaf renditions I edited in after the masterpiece was created. The sun that my director said resembled a large squid was mine too. Who says one-year olds are the only ones who can paint!