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

 

 

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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…

 

 

 

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!

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…

 

 

 

 

 

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.

Italian And Turkish Coffees Leave The Espresso Pot Shiny

 

I found that out making a late night coffee, just had a yen as it were, but didn’t have enough Italian espresso for a shot, so rather than grind up beans that might have disturbed sleep I added a heaping spoonful of Mehmet Efendi Kurukahveci. The combo made for unique fragrance, flavor and when I rinsed the pot was met with a pleasant surprise; grinds seemed to dissolve away leaving the pot gleaming as if no coffee had been brewed at all.

 

Unexpected. “Son-of-a-gun…”

 

Happy.

 

What I thought would happen was the pot be stained but not this time anyway.

 

And so lazy Sunday continues to move slowly which is fine with me.

 

 

It’s Not Friday Night

I can tell it’s not Friday night walking home from work thanks to the silence, striking almost eerie in daylight still with an occasional cricket creak. The local bars have nothing going on as if they’re possibly closed but more likely one or two patrons at best. It’s Monday anyway, the semester and graduation over, half the population on the way home, fewer cars on the road and summer soon to begin.

This morning even my birds are chattering in lower tones.

Noticeable changes to say the least.

Does It Still Feel New: May 10, 2017

It’s one of those thunderstorms, not the one that’s supposed to bring the temperature down but one that’s backfiring, raining a little, couple claps of thunder, surprise flash of lightening then nothing. The wind dies, the rain stops, it gets real still and the humidity goes through the roof while the temperature remains too high. 81 is too high for May 10th during the day never mind 10:30 at night, and the way it’s going there will be no 60-anything. The question is do I want to open the couple windows I have cracked wide, do I want to just turn the fan on low for a breeze I can sleep with, try to crash to a movie, what? I look outside and see people like me with sliding doors open refusing to run AC this soon in the year. The need is inevitable but I’d like another month before I have to face what happens to the utility bill. A month and a half’s better.

It’s still and quiet now. Maddening!

Ciao!

 

Gorgeous out. The sliding doors are open, birds chirping their heads off , gentle breeze… let me put the plant outside, hang on. There…

Of course espresso is in order, that I’ll do soon. Yawn, yawn awake. A necessary evil, nah, an enjoyment of life, I certainly hope so. (Not yawning but espresso…)

Lazy, spring fever summer soon day, and I think I’ll make coffee now.

Is 8 Minutes After Midnight A Witching Hour Part 2: The Unveiling

 

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!