Yeaah… my toes are cold BUT my feet aren’t wet.
I miss Word. That said …
Not knowing what else to say Mavis sat there emery board in hand running it over her left hand ring finger. She’d read somewhere that filing like that strengthened nails and when you filed always go in one direction. It could be as simple as a swipe or two a day. She held her hand up to the light of the screen to see how much nail peeked over her fingers. She’d done a good job, they were getting long.
That still left coming up with something to say.
She picked up the emery board again and started on her right hand…
I have time in the morning now before I head out to work so how will I utilize? I’ll come up with something while 60 degrees becomes 50, 40 and 30s by tonight holding in the 30s according to the forecast. It could change in a blink but thanks for those few days of reprieve. I haven’t missed the heat running and here comes the sun. Let me open the blinds.
It occurred to me I could take a nap. I knew that…
Sounds like it should pack a wallop, no? Who’s to say? It came to me as I was beginning to wake and then when I sat and I thought Ok, let’s see what manifests… and don’t let me forget to fill the Pur water pitcher, it’s getting low, in fact; maybe right now, or should it be it’s getting low; in fact, maybe right now. I get those confused but there is google. Between the two this won’t take long, won’t even feel like a blink.
Semi first, comma second; there, that’s solved.
Once a friend laughed uncomfortably when she saw the socks I was wearing under my boots were wool hunting socks, men’s wool hunting socks. She said ‘they look like what my husband wears’ and I agreed they probably were, they’re men’s socks, women don’t have socks like this, they are so warm, I buy them very year. She laughed again in a mocking way not that it mattered to me. I thought it a shame she missed the value of it; nothing wrong with being warm but she doesn’t have to wear them if she doesn’t want, though it is one less thing for them to share: “Honey, where are my socks”, “I’m wearing your last pair, the others are in the wash, use a pair of those ones you wear with the suit”, “They won’t keep my feet warm”, “You’ll be fine”. It’s like bobby pins in the tackle box or wet stockings hanging where the bathroom towel should be. Why would you want to miss out?
It stayed in the teens last night and the high today could reach 20; our heat wave continues for a second day. The days are staying lighter longer, have been since December 22, spring is coming. Can’t you feel it? It’s going to happen.
Up shortly after 3am I’ve been awake for 12 hours as of now and thinking of those yearnings, those daydreams of how I knew what I’d do should I some day retire. I’d write. That longing to be able to sit down for as long as I wanted because I had the time, but the reality is right now I want to nap. Should give it the rest of the week I imagine to get into the full swing of retirement and shortened work days, catch up on relaxation, you know; health, kick-back preparedness and stay away from online shopping. Watch a movie, catnap, and don’t worry about how early it gets dark that’ll be changing soon enough. Isn’t it December 21st that’s the shortest day and then they begin to stretch little at a time? That’s right and I have a coupon for an additional 20% off any item at Express dated Dec 27 through the 30th.
No… internet… shopping!!!!!!
Go, walk it to the trash.
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.