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.

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

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.

Posted in Best Wishes, birthdays, Family, new year

Saturday Morning

 

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.

Let’s see…

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.

Yeah…

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

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!

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, new year

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.

Posted in Books & Stories, Classroom Notes, Improv, new year, Wee People

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!

 

 

Posted in Classroom Notes, new year, Wee People

Is 8 Minutes After Midnight A Witching Hour: Classroom Notes

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.