Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

Sheets Of Rain

 

Should I stand outside with my bar of soap? It’d work for certain. Could I finish my shower before a bolt of lightening finds me? Good question. What am I doing up at 1A.M.? Listening to the rain and contemplating espresso, would I like a shot? Yes, actually I would.

 

I love the weekend.

 

All this deep thought is calming, making me lazy, inspiring me to go back to sleep, but if the lightening desists I may put on a wash. All I have to do is rise and get the hamper. On the way I might just stop off at the bed instead. Either way I have to get up and move.

 

Yeah, move…

 

There’s a siren in the distance that’s becoming more distant, nope, closer, nope, must’ve made a left turn somewhere, distant, gone, and my internet went out. Reboot. The ravages of rain and the thunderstorm… hmm, sounds like a band.

 

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Improv, Just Poetry

OK Then

 

OK Then

 

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

Excellent choice

Gotta stop now then

I’ll try again later

Or later again

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year, Reviews

Waiting For The Alarm And It’s August Already 2017

Thought I was rising at an A.M. hour and I am I guess at 5, well, 4:59, but that’s more toward getting up soon rather than having time to go back to sleep after potting around the internet, finding a movie to watch to lull me back.

There goes the alarm… no worries, I’m up.

Time to make a smoothie… and I haven’t checked my email yet with the weather update to see what it might bring. Hear it’ll be cooling down. Nice. Anyway, smoothie.

BRB.

Fresh peach blend hit the spot, and the sun is rising on a day that’s supposed to rain. Works for me. Lord, it’s Wednesday… that means, Thursday, Friday, and the weekend.

That works too.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

Can You Write Sitting On The Wrong Side Of The Table

I thought to myself as I pinched a bug on the floor between my fingers shrouded with tissue. “Are you a bug” I’d asked. I’d given a chance at least. It didn’t attempt to move nor answer as I crunched its body then flushed the package away. It wouldn’t have a nice swim. It was dead unless of course sewage regenerates it like gamma rays do the Hulk. Won’t I be surprised when it looks me up.

Getting back to the question, I spun the laptop around to the spot I usually sit. Right now I can’t really say.

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

I Knew It

 

The sliding door was wide open for the cool breeze, my early morning ritual, then it started pelting rain covering my screen. Walking toward the door I felt the wetness being blown onto my legs. “Say what!” At least it didn’t reach the end table next to the couch and yes, tragically, I had to close the door. The breeze was delicious, cool in the lower 70’s. Anyway, I thought blowing in at that angle, from that direction it had to be an easterly wind. Checking my email and my weather update I was right today’s winds being ENE with the temp not rising above mid-seventies. This is going to be glorious.

 

Back to work after a 4-day holiday. Soon enough it’ll be the weekend again!

 

C’mon Friday.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Just Poetry, new year

Off The Cuff In A Bikini Top

 

 Nothing to do with cuffs as the expression goes

Nor cufflinks

Back to bikinis though

At my age should I care?

Not at all

If you don’t like what you see

Look away from me

You know, over there

 

It’s Sunday morning and I’m not worried, nary a care with two more days to spare

Holidays ahead, festivities to be had

What will I do in order to keep relaxing?

Right now collecting vitamin D from the sun calorie free

Did that yesterday too

That’s the best way as sweat drips the best cleanser there is

I stay over my blanket droplets not on the phone where I record what’s on my mind

Later on I’ll go inside, type then post so you can see what’s going on today

 

Believe it or not I went to the store earlier

To see if they have my favorite hot cocoa

Whoever heard of hot cocoa in 87° heat but stockpile it why not

My need half-and-half for my espresso though in this weather I don’t drink as much

It makes me sweat

Again cleanses the body so that’s not bad

All these thoughts taking a gander through hoping to pass the time

I won’t read that I don’t want to drip on my book

The pages will wrinkle and warp

T’would be a shame so I’ll stop now wrap it up

Relax see how much time I’ve taken

If I have to turn back for one last few minutes of toasting

Before I go in

As the air conditioning begins

 

 

Posted in birthdays, Books & Stories, business, Flashback And Memoir, Improv

Well, Well, Well… July 2017

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.

BRB…

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.

28…

My son was 5, my daughter not a thought yet. With what I know now, she was impatiently waiting…

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Holiday And Celebrate, Improv

Rainy Days But Tomorrow’s Friday

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!

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Motivational, new year

Define Ambient

 

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…

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Holiday And Celebrate, Improv

Out Of Sugar

…. but I didn’t know! Used the last in the bowl and reached into the cabinet for the container. Nothing. How many times did I need to move the hot cocoa and coffee beans to look at the corn oil and shortening stacked behind with no Demerara to be found. Going to have to get back out the door to get it while I still have the car.

Or

Can I live without it for a day and shop, let’s say… Tuesday?

Sure.

Brown sugar will suffice for now.

 

Tornados begone and the sun is breaking through… nothing left to do but be lazy.