Clothes are drying
I had no intention to do
The towel along the base of the sliding glass doors
Frozen too and I thought
Could this be the reason for the slight uncomfortable breath
That bit of fresh air I didn’t need
On my toes
So I took it up and laid two more down
Tucked them all around and it felt warmer or was it me
It was late enough for reasonable rates
So I began
And it just added to everything else I’d done today
Vacuuming, dusting, maybe now I’ll sneeze less
About time I’d say
Taking down decorations
Except a small bit of the tree
My grandson wanted to help out you see
He’ll be over again
That is my day and my New Year’s Eve
Who says we have to celebrate the same
Between was a 1951 film where men wore suits to mow their lawns while tipping hats when ladies walked by
Later on a Hammer Classic Dracula
Then Boogie and Bacall
Or is it Bogie
Anyone out there at all
A New York Winter’s Tale
Now what I don’t know but I have a few left to choose
A glass of wine
The band’s gonna give it to you, yes they are. If you don’t believe it just come round to where they hang. It’s one of my favorites as I walk that keeps a good pace. Having the ear buds in make the lyrics so clear, with the background quips, grunts and ha-s and then one day it occurred to me… the band has to give it to you the only way to be satisfied (you know), after all they’re not 15 anymore or at least they don’t look it. I remember an interview with one rocker who revealed he practices yoga to be able to satisfy his wife, to be able to last as long as she needs him to. Ha… yup, it’s necessarily so however you’d like to look at it, slice and dice it. How valuable, how good it is to have a partner, a friend, someone special over the years so there’s no worry, to be able to be yourself. Remember when and growing old, what’s that?
Good guys who get those bad guys and win, I love those movies. How many times have they lulled me to sleep, just last night in fact. A great cast that gets better and better, different roles for some but it’s great to see… well, them, especially actors I’ve watched over the years. Might sound silly but its like family reunions answering the questions of how’ve you been and looking good! How can I fall asleep to such violence? What violence? They do what I can’t being over my head in reality, legality, in other words if I stood in the street and let out a scream to release the distress “they’d” take me away in a rubber truck. Instead my good guys get the bad guys and I wake up refreshed. We win! I embrace the day! Or do I just love a good action film? Like the CEO in Small Soldiers said, more or less, it’s not violence it’s action, kids love action. This kid certainly does.
What an interesting sight steam rising from the blanket I hung outside over the deck railing. Well, it didn’t last long… the sun rose and spread itself over like buttering bread and now it’s dry enough that phenomenon ceased. Ha, phenomenon… it looked cool while it was happening though.
Watching a movie named Bear Island with a supernatural cast, the greatest assembly of actors, and nary a bear in sight. Nothing like Skull Island yet I expected polar bears with it being set in snow covered mountain peaks and jagged edges resembling teeth. Opening scene a skier zips across the screen, being me the first thought was a polar bear walking back picking its teeth, or a mom and her cubs belching as they trundled by but it’s not a comedy and our skier makes it to a tent radioing for help that never comes being run over by a snowmobile tent and all. What? Yes, there was a lot more.
But that’s enough.
That’s a lot of directions. Should titles be this long? Why not! Of course, had I written ‘why not’ with a period following it that would have indicated sarcasm. Why not. (And the spelling/grammar check doesn’t like it) Decisions, decisions on a lazy Saturday, me and a slice of cold pizza, while my grandson chillaxses in his room playing videogames.
That’s the life.
But enough time has passed since I began this and it’s dark, speaking of dark thoroughly enjoying the film noir I’ve been discovering through YouTube. Tonight was The Amazing Mr. X, a con pretending to be a psychic taking wealthy women for what he can. How helpless the women are! Then again when someone suspects something or the con goes awry because the record playing other worldly music skips and she notices, curious woman charges head first to solve the mystery and will figure out later how to overcome the bad guy should she bump into one or not at all figuring it out that is. Romance thrives with death looming and the men aren’t the superheroes being a half step behind the bad guy but there’s enough going on to hold you there till it’s done. In fact, I haven’t been disappointed by one yet.
For me, the only man I’m thinking of is the little one fast asleep, no mysteries to solve, no bad guys taking me for my wealth ‘cause I’m broke, (I don’t have oak but I try to dress nice) I am looking forward to early morning, making coffee – yes I make a great cup of coffee – enjoying the beginning of a new day, and seeing that face when he wakes.
Does that make the lady a tramp? Ha, eat your heart out.
Nothing like a monster car or truck yet the title was:
Tired But Not Tired Enough
Close but no cigar, that’s it
So here I sit
Actually I’m not going to sit I’m going to hard-boil a few eggs… what else was I thinking, yeah, maybe making some potato salad, the kind with mayo. It’s been a culinary creative day and I don’t feel like stopping. Might sift through the chicken and noodles of Friday’s school lunch, removing the chicken seeing I don’t eat the meat and have prepared noodles at the ready. When all is said and done I might feel drowsy enough to sleep to Drive Angry. You think you’ve had relatives from hell? Not like this guy and not at all figuratively speaking. “Mwah-ha-ha, I’d like you to meet my Grandfather” she’d said. “Those aren’t horns in the back of his head.” His grin dripped venom right onto their bed.
Now here I go.