Sunday Coffee, Coupons And Chas

Don’t feel like a movie, writing wrules… rules.

Had to turn the fan back on as humidity drops preparing for what’s to come at close to 100

Remembering being a kid and hot summer days never holding me back from playing. Just haven’t seen it in a while and not in the mood.

Thoughts run through and keep running but I don’t know if I want to tell the world all of it while the guy downstairs is outside smoking, filtering up it stinks

Let’s see where poetic license gets me

I knew before you admitted to the world what’s not to love it’s forever

Always loved the art on your walls the fun when you could admit you did too

Seeing eye to eye yes

What about me well like you guys do it for me I know it, I know me, no matter what I’ve been through they’re not all crumbs (I hope)

I’ve seen good ones around at least evidence thereof Hello Dolly the place is crawling with them

Good enough

What else

Thoughts that ran through have lifted because I love being me

Wouldn’t trade what I know, no

Fun

Unfaithful intern, doctor, shame on you we’re both women, that’s my husband

Sucker punches, you’re on the floor

Real husbands could be a weekly show

Let’s see

Fixed the picture frames

Two cappuccinos

Sunday paper, eh

Exercise

Yeah, you know what I mean

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Stretching Out In The Womb

Up at 2 and I ‘ain’t’ talking p.m. All yesterday I kept thinking “I’m making another cappuccino” but never got there. I’ll do that now. I can’t help but take advantage of cool air if there is any sliding back the glass door and positioning a fan to circulate it in. It was the highest it’s been so far topping off at 92 degrees – let’s see how cool I can get it inside before the sun hits. Won’t be rising just yet.

OK, hang on while I make that coffee. BRB

Sorry that took a little longer than I’d planned. Decided to put the few dishes away that’d been drying and wipe down the sink. I’d been remiss, well, don’t remember being remiss but didn’t wipe it down that last time – ate, no, hate white water stains. Keep my toothpaste there too, the edge of the sink, for between meal brushing – have to keep on top of those splashes keeping me on my toes – you see the ripple effect.

Mmm, that’s a good cuppa Joe.

At the stove my mind wandered to salads and the garden people who drop off veggies at the facility this time of year. I really like those guys. Right now I’m in lettuces heaven. Had cooked vegs in the fridge I relocated to the freezer promising we’d meet and eat again as soon as leafy heads run out. How do I love my salads… let me count the ways… and roughage rules!

Finished reading Oedipus today, will need a break before I move on to the 3rd Theban play thank-you Sophocles, and vaguely remember reading it way back, not talking about college days but before that while whatever in the back of my mind is pulling my reaction out of mothballs. My sense of humor as it is causes me to reflect I’ve never had a bad day. I’d say poor guy but I wouldn’t have gouged my eyes out, not even spiritually, yet, a part of me is borderline can’t blame him… well… we all react differently in situations. At least the seer hadn’t lied to him… either did Creon. Ouch human nature and the thinking of the times or is it just the way it is with royalty? Gives it a whole new definition or am I the last to know? The inception of soaps and porn without graphic scenes, the suggestion being enough. Do you suppose he sat back after it all and said ‘well damn, now I can’t see for real’?

My fan sounds like a small plane in flight but it makes a nice breeze. There goes the AC, guess it’s not cool enough – gotta close the door.

Doo Wa Diddy Diddy Don’t Forget The Easter Egg Hunt Later

 

And so this is Easter and what’s going on

Another season has passed us

A new one’s begun

And here we are Easter

EB’s made his full run

The baskets flow over

Through a day filled with fun

 

A very Happy Easter

Part of a brand new year

Celebration and feasting

No turning back from good cheer

 

And so this is Easter

Lemme see what you got

Children chatter excited

The best breakfast food it’s not

 

Although it’s unhealthy

Your folks don’t mind at all

Once a year it won’t kill you

Good breakfast served there’s the call

We gather round the table baskets tight in each fist

Take a break from the chocolate

Nothing’s better than this

 

Conversation

Bowls of Easter eggs

Traditional menu

Braided breads it’s all homemade

Coffee’s flowing

Espresso served too

With a shot of anisette

I will and how about you

 

 

Like Brownies For Breakfast

Sitting up I might

Most likely I will

Through the walls I hear the neighbors

We’re all up late but I’d slept for a while

They’ve migrated downstairs and back up

Time to discuss politics and world peace

They can do it don’t you know

Yes they can

I’ll make coffee that I know without doubt

These things I can do that’s a fact ’cause I’m grown

These decisions come like brownies for breakfast

That I can do if I want I’ll eat healthy too

Who’s to say they’re not

Won’t you or wouldn’t hardest decision to make at this time

I’ll watch something mild sedative maybe drift back to sleep

But I’ve said this before how many different ways

Still the night is mine and always will be my crowded street

Wouldn’t want it differently contemplatively rules

Think I made that up but I’ll google it later

Oh there they go getting loud laughter abounds merry hearts surround

The world will be better soon so much better

Out in the hall where will we go now no someone’s leaving

See you he says yet he doesn’t lack

An engine revs in the background somewhere downstairs outside

Ah quiet comes pull the covers up to your chin

Wait doors close the wall shakes and it’s done

Finito

Now what’s next

Where should I begin

 

 

 

I Left My Cape In Rome

 

The finest wool that never felt cold

Dark green

Midi length

He’d stolen it anyway

Bought with a credit card he never intended to pay

A gift for me he’d say

And did

So what

Had too much to bring back besides

With weight limitations as they were

Broke, busted but filled

It’s fabulous you know

Rome is

Maybe for someone there it’d do more good

Good to be rid of him

Enjoy your new life

I set you free

Keep them warm whoever it’ll be

I loved Rome so

You will too

If you’re anything like me

 

 

 

Predatorial, Territorial, Perfectly Frozen With Stars

Sounds like it should pack a wallop, no? Who’s to say? It came to me as I was beginning to wake and then when I sat and I thought Ok, let’s see what manifests… and don’t let me forget to fill the Pur water pitcher, it’s getting low, in fact; maybe right now, or should it be it’s getting low; in fact, maybe right now. I get those confused but there is google. Between the two this won’t take long, won’t even feel like a blink.

Semi first, comma second; there, that’s solved.

Once a friend laughed uncomfortably when she saw the socks I was wearing under my boots were wool hunting socks, men’s wool hunting socks. She said ‘they look like what my husband wears’ and I agreed they probably were, they’re men’s socks, women don’t have socks like this, they are so warm, I buy them very year. She laughed again in a mocking way not that it mattered to me. I thought it a shame she missed the value of it; nothing wrong with being warm but she doesn’t have to wear them if she doesn’t want, though it is one less thing for them to share: “Honey, where are my socks”, “I’m wearing your last pair, the others are in the wash, use a pair of those ones you wear with the suit”, “They won’t keep my feet warm”, “You’ll be fine”. It’s like bobby pins in the tackle box or wet stockings hanging where the bathroom towel should be. Why would you want to miss out?

It stayed in the teens last night and the high today could reach 20; our heat wave continues for a second day. The days are staying lighter longer, have been since December 22, spring is coming. Can’t you feel it? It’s going to happen.