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.
A million birds outside or at least that’s what it sounds like with an interesting array of chirps. Haven’t checked the weather yet, wonder what type of day it’s going to be.
52 now and nothing but sunshine going into the upper 70s. Perfect day for a birthday party at the rollerskating rink and anything else. Grandson is turning 7 and 19 days later the other one will be 2. Life does pass in a blink though I remember being anxious to hit those milestones, 13, 16, 18 then 21. After that there’s nothing else to worry about finally old enough to be legal for everything and no doors will ever be closed to you again. Watch out for big trouble though, all decisions count, you’re responsible and accountable for you but the world is wide open.
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!
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.
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!
So good night soon to be good morning about 12 minutes from now. Trying to get through this season I’m watching on Netflix, nodding on and off to the best of my ability, but not impressed by what they have to offer, and thinking about the next vegetable or fruit my one-year olds will interpret with their coloring prowess. We will take a break from images and go straight up art on our cork board for May. You know, May flowers for starters using paint, maybe a big sun shining above… how that’s going to work with four 1-year olds remains to be seen. That’s how it always is so nothing’s going to change. I might cut a page the size of the board and let them dip hands and have go… (I can add stems and leaves after the fact, add their names near their creations as artist’s scrawl). We do wear scrubs now over our clothes as a proxy uniform and I could bring my apron with me to go over that, they have smocks to cover their clothes. Should be safe, sort of, and at least a messy good time.
I’ll let you know how it turns out. In fact, seeing their faces won’t be posted this time I might just take a picture and show you.
April intends to keep raining like I intend to make espresso very soon. Might just stop what I’m doing and get into the kitchen. There’s that word might. Am I not certain I’m going to get into the kitchen? I know I will, I know I can. Ha, but maybe now which means I’ll still my fingers and get up. Listen to that rain. A couple of claps of thunder during the night, some silent lightening against the sky as if a lamp’s bulb snapped out unexpected but I fell back into slumberland in spite of it. I’ve no intention of going anywhere or doing any more than relaxing with a few good movies and good company.
My only concern right now is what size espresso pot, how many shots…
Warm enough to keep the windows open at night and sleep comfortably, up early as light begins to break, sun shining, breeze blowing, would t’were all Saturdays be this glorious. Should have have put this in verse? I’m not worried. Thinking of more coffee and possibly toast. Don’t know anything else about this day except to enjoy it.
Grandson: Do pigs like eggs?
Grandma: I don’t know. I guess if eggs were mixed up in slop pigs wouldn’t care.
Grandson: In Angry Birds pigs like eggs.
Then the grandson rambles on about driving.
Grandma: Are you driving an egg?
Grandson: Shck…wha…! This is a racing game!
And so boundaries of reality are blurred. Then again… are they?
Hello darkness my old friend ran through my mind. That’s probably right but there’s no connotation. It’s peace, warmth and anticipation for the world to wake, light to break through, a new day to begin. So here I am with darkness, my old friend, and honestly I’m considering putting my head down for the remaining time before the alarm will actually go off and let it do just that. Many times as soon as I stretch out fatigue leaves me and I get right back up.
Let’s see what happens.
Well, it all lasted 10 minutes but it was enough.
I’ve a precious bit of half n half left to complement a shot of espresso. I may go there as another day ticks away toward the weekend. We’ve a three-day coming up. As it happens several at the daycare are writhing in agony because time is dragging its feet this week. Time. It really doesn’t go anywhere, doesn’t have feet, it’s just there. Time… man’s big idea to make the day, no, chop the day into productivity.
I think it’s time to make coffee. Oh goodness, a yawn. Yes, now’s the time.
How efficient do I want to be? Is it efficient to write the evening before when I should be lounging nodding off to a movie? What am I saving or do I just feel like writing? Hmm… It’s so beautiful a night… breezy, the temperature just right to have windows open, relaxing… just too relaxing. No more thinking.
So I stopped what I was doing and plugged in a video. I was out light a light in a few minutes.
And now Monday begins.