Posted in Best Wishes, Books & Stories, Holiday And Celebrate, Movies, new year, poetry

Until Midnight

 

Well

Clothes are drying

I had no intention to do

But

The towel along the base of the sliding glass doors

Was damp

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

Utilities

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

Anyway

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

Making toast

A glass of wine

I’m fine

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Music, new year

Breaking Into Song

Yawning awake or yawning I may just sit here for a while I haven’t decided. But, I’m a little chilly, sweater or bathrobe the biggest decision to be made. If only these could be the worst. Up I go. I could add time to the dryer too. Drowsiness sets in thanks to a mouthful of wine, single digits to teens stay outside.

Nothing intelligible so far or am I brilliant? There goes the heat. Reminds me of The Sound Of Music, a few of my favorite tings, things. I’m thirsty. Water. I can’t sit still. The bathroom again. My eyes want to close and there’s the bed.

Maybe the morning and then I don’t feel so bad schnitzel notwithstanding.

There I am.

Head in hand as my arm guides me to the table, slide stop, slide stop, slide stop… headache thinks it should be. Christmas tree lights in their last few days, new times wait in the wing. That’s it for now, mañana, oh; it already is.

Posted in Books & Stories, Culinary Art, new year

Forego The Early Morning Toast

Sunset, but how can you tell when there was no sun? According to the time of day the weather report said at this time it’ll be sunset. Take it on faith. Yeah, that’d be about it.

A quiet day after Christmas, perfectly frozen that 11 degrees feels like 1. In we stayed except to check the mail. Put the trash out a few days early confident no animal if it dared stray any further than a few feet in front of the door to do its business would be interested in necessarily scentless on account of being freeze-dried trash. Besides, I usually feed the sink-monster old food. Now what day will it be picked up when there’s a holiday? Later instead of sooner.

No worries as the lights dim. I’ll sleep, wake later on, put a movie in and sleep some more. When it’s light again with the promise of below zero I’ll bake this small round orangey-striped squash, I’ve had a note on my counter for a few days now as a reminder, and possibly finish off some leftover shrimp.

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Sayin', Motivational, new year

Oh The Possibilities

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.

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.

 

 

 

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