10:30 at night and I hear geese flying by like it’s broad daylight, in fact it sounds as if they’re about to land on the balcony. What are they doing up?
Two final days of 8 hour work and retirement began on Wednesday. I was a little tired Friday (only yesterday) but haven’t been this lively since I started at the daycare 3 years ago. Can’t wait to see how I feel after a full week of less work, coming home in daylight and being able to rest up, nap, or simply get something done while energy is still present.
Going to love taking the time to wrap my head and physical well-being around this one.
I look at my cell but forget why
Then I remember pages to see any notes
But there’re none
That says I’ve written from the last ones I’d dictated
And for some reason, some urge, some inspiration
This time around’s in verse
Which doesn’t help define about what
As I sit through the beginnings of a second sweltering day
Yes, it’s going to be hot
So I should stop and lay out for a bit
I’m in a coffee mood not iced
Just in a mood
Bean burrito filling simmering on the stove
Aroma infiltrates the air
Fills, fills, fills
But I just had Nutella on toast
That should suffice
Had to add that to my vocabulary
The programmer had no clue about Nutella
Well, found the cursor but my scroll bar is still lost
I’m not sure what happened or how to get it back
Sometimes I hate updates
Whose brilliant idea was this
Well in any case good morning on my silent Saturday
Espresso, cooking and me make three
Think I’ll slip into something less
Lay outside to toast, sweat
Soak in vitamin D
After I give what’s on the stovetop a stir
Do I just want to fall asleep
Falling asleep on and off all day to movies in between all the cooking I did. Dishes washed, place organized, wash on now drying, and I put another movie in to wrap it up. Nodded out through most of it so I popped it out, closed the laptop, settled in to the pillow and there’s no way I’m falling back to sleep.
Glad I hadn’t put it away…
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
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.
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.
I know because I was up before 4 and then it got noisy and I looked at the clock, well; cell phone screen. There went tranquility. It was so, what can I call it, it was so active, there was so much chatter it was as if they were all getting their assignments for the day or hadn’t seen each other for so long it was such a delightful surprise… many delightful surprises. So much expression if there could be with chirping, or if there are expressive lilts in chirping voice the volume evident on a stock market floor. I don’t know but I know everyone was up. I thought “birds begin chirping at 4am” then thought “Hey! ‘Birds Begin Chirping Around 4A.M’.” Works for me.
And here we are.
Maybe it was assignments for mother’s day.
My mom and I had a conversation about Mother’s Day and I realized where I got my perspective from, not that I had to agree but I did this time. I told my kids don’t worry about Mother’s Day, every day is Mother’s Day when you’re a mom not that it stopped them from making cards and homemade gifts which were always a treasure to receive. For me my kids were the best part and that was every day. When I came home from work and we were together nothing outside could hurt me. I guess Mother’s Day could be like birthdays. You’d celebrate those, then again; you do on their birthdays. See what I mean? How don’t you celebrate mothers’ day?
Happy Mothers’ Day.