Posted in Books & Stories, Movies, new year

Steam Rises

 

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.

 

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Motivational, new year

  As A Rule

 

Wine can make the heart merry

It’s divine intention to be

One evening feeling a Margarita though

I made one from a tequila liqueur

Because it was all there was

A digestif in nightcap’s true form

There’s a difference didn’t you know from liquor

Still

Frozen, cold, refreshing, downed so smooth

Overwhelming never happens

Not to me you see I don’t get drunk as a rule

Needless to say it became a surprise

Then I was paralyzed

Didn’t care for this feeling at all

Had to lay still after getting comfortable if you will

Sleep came some hours passed

Happy to see daylight’s sense of born again

Yet

Moderately heavy head

Admittedly unpleasant that said

Lesson learned

A single shot will do

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry, Just Sayin', new year, Non-Fiction And Poetry

  Poetry I Guess

 

 

I look at my cell but forget why

Oh my

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

Maybe

I’m in a coffee mood not iced

Just in a mood

Bean burrito filling simmering on the stove

Aroma infiltrates the air

Inviting

But I just had Nutella on toast

That should suffice for now

Had to add that to my vocabulary

The programmer had no clue about Nutella

Tool

 

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

Or

Do I just want to fall asleep

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, business, Classroom Notes, Flashback And Memoir, new year

Noticeable Changes To Say The Least

 

So I double click and the screen diminishes to nothing or call it two by two size…. meaning it got really small, then I pulled the sides out to fill the screen back up and the type is tiny. There’s got to be a type size adjustment somewhere to fix this… but I’m not running across it, something that doesn’t stop me from thinking:

I’m Rubber, You’re Glue. What You Say Bounces Off Me And Sticks To You

Hmmm, a possible title… and childhood blast from the past. How nice if we could hold that same innocence when someone’s not being nice and move on from there. A simple refusal to listen to this with a big hint let’s move on; better yet should they respond, “no I’m rubber you’re glue…” which is usually how the conversation went if I recall, “no I said it first”… and it’s over especially if you wanted to get back to what you were doing.

 

Kids are natural sages for sure.

 

Coffee. Finally got some half n’ half. Coffee definitely. Why? Not that I need a reason.

Up @ 3:30-ish with the first wash going. Love the rates this time of day and it’s cool enough for the door to be open and wearing a pair of sweats. The coffee I just had filling the room with its fragrance so I’m compelled to make more. Fall is coming, autumnal equinox, and my birthday. My grandmother’s was September 3rd; if she were alive she’d be 117.

 

What else?

 

Waiting for daybreak to head out for a few things. Wash my face, brush my teeth, get the list together and choose a save-the-planet grocery tote so I’m ready to go.

 

A good day, no two ways about it.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year, Reviews

Waiting For The Alarm And It’s August Already 2017

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.

BRB.

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.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Just Poetry, new year

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

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Motivational, new year

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…

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, new year, Thought Food

So It’s June Of 2017

Does it still feel new or are we caught in the everyday forgetting a new year, resolutions, how to do things different, all the promises we make to ourselves? I’ve got to tell you what I’m becoming aware of is how stuff outside me wants me to throw in the towel and succumb to whatever stuff outside me is shoveling. I guess the point is “outside of me” as long as I keep it that way.

Now there’s a step.

Today is beautiful and cool, 60 degrees, low humidity, a treasure for this part of the world. I’m sitting here wearing a light sweater over shorts and a sleeveless top scratching me head over how my iCloud storage can remain almost full when all I do is remove stuff from my iPhone.