Posted in Books & Stories, business, Electronics & Games

Karma

Is that what it is when we thank an object for opening when we’re in a hurry, let’s say, for our lives leaving the threat secured away… though it’s not really? We need to get away there’s that

click

“thank you” we breathe as we slip through. “I needed someone just for the moment, thanks for standing by me. Is this karma, I need karma on my side…” You’ve got to admit something is felt, an emotional relief at some level before the bad guy finds another way in, or can we just move on to the next scene…

I was watching a favorite movie and the familiar scene happened, this time it struck me. In a panic, mind blown, nothing else by his side he thanked the electronic pass swipe that unlocked the gate and let him through and I thought of all the times I’ve spoken to inanimate things, to my laptop for instance, the device at the grocery store to pay as the prompts come up telling me not to remove my card because it’s processing. “I won’t, don’t worry.” 

“29.04 is this correct?”

I nod my head “yes it is” …and push ok.

“Please wait while your transaction is processed”

“ok” I say.

“Do not remove your card”

“I won’t (wouldn’t dream of it)” and the screen changes

“Do not remove card” flashes again

“No worries” I say.

Finishing beeps tell me it’s complete.

“Please remove card” 

“I will thank-you” I say.

And the cashier laughs at me or with me?

Hmmm…

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Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry

One Lead Balloon

He wants to kill you

He will I know

How could you possibly my love

My light so pure

I’m from your future you see

Time travel to put it simpply

Hmm

Can’t tell him that

Will it fly

As lead balloons do

Did they have rubber rooms in those days

The origin of big butterfly nets and clean white coats

So young so strong

A great love maybe

Still

A bit much to swallow

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, coffee, Electronics & Games, Wee People

Didn’t Mean To Close Out Of Chrome

But I did and I didn’t mean to press s instead of d for didn’t, sidn’t – oh well caught it before it made press more or less.  The sun is going down but it’s not gone yet. The lights at the distant high school stadium are on as usual though no one’s there. They stand tall above the trees, no game tonight, summer school begins and ends by 4th of July, in the background my grandson talks to his iPad and the game he’s playing. We’ve discovered online games in multi-player you communicate with, and getting caught up sometimes you tell your character what to do or lament out loud when s/he doesn’t make it. No worse than talking to the game on TV. Don’t we all have advice for the professionals?

Soon enough we’ll relax and I will sink in. I could close my eyes now but there’s no reason for him to have to turn in too early because grandma has weird sleeping habits never knowing or planning when she’ll wake, wander to another room to stretch out, possibly decide to stay up for a minute and start a wash.

I love the peacefulness of the night, that special intimacy (is that redundant) none of which I haven’t said 100 times if not more since I began bloggery circa 2011. At the same time I anticipate early morning, that time day begins to wake to christen the latest coffee cup addition to my collection. It’s smaller than most I own, 11 ounces, but it is perfect for cappuccino. You can’t go wrong with cappuccino.

You already know that too.

Ciao.

Posted in Books & Stories, Just Poetry, new year, Over Coffee

Sunday Coffee And Coupons: Enough For Now And Laid To Rest

Don’t feel like a movie, enough writing for now

The fan’s back on as humidity drops preparing for what’s to come

Close to 100 – wow

Not really – remembering being a kid and hot summer days never holding me back from playing

Just haven’t seen it in a while that I recall don’t normally complain about heat is all

Thoughts ran through and keep running but privileged you know if I don’t want to say

Let’s see where poetic license gets me though I might leave notes

You’re on your own

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

You have to

Anyway

Always loved the art on your walls the fun when you could admit you did too, we smiled together

What about me well like you guys do it 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

I said privileged remember those thoughts that ran through have lifted because I love being me

Wouldn’t trade what I know, no

 

Note Taking 101

Fun

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

Sucker punches, you’re on the floor

Real husbands – a show

Let’s see

Fixed the picture frames

Two cappuccinos

Sunday paper, eh

Exercise

Yeah, you know what I mean

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Classical Studies, Classroom Notes, Over Coffee

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.

Posted in Books & Stories, Movies

Don’t Feel Like Listening To The Washer

 

How many times have I cursed the muse for coming to me at all hours, while I was walking but couldn’t write fretful I’d forget what was running through my mind, while I was in the middle of work and couldn’t pause to jot anything down? Now I wail I want to write but about what… hmmm. Scraps, scraps, I need food for thought, but what it boils down to is I’m tired, lazy, relaxed and just feel like a movie.

But I love writing.

That said…

I love watching my favorite actors over the years like we’re all aging together as life presses on. Tonight a dark tale about a vindictive crime boss ordering someone to assassinate a man, a co-hitman and friend, the day he gets out of prison where he spent the last 28 years of his life without saying a word about the job. How well they play the role, professional killers with integrity, old fashioned integrity. They help a person here and there and in the end team together to wax the vindictive boss who made the mistake of threatening an innocent woman if the job didn’t get done. Did he know who he threatened was the granddaughter of? It didn’t matter. In 28 years times change, roles aren’t what they used to be as the two became young again shooting his thugs, his bodyguards first then each pane of glass out of the building windows he was trying to hide behind. I’m guessing the boss didn’t make it, his undoing for first having them in his employ, second believing he could lord himself over them oblivious to who they had become as they perfected their craft, besides, there are some things you just don’t do, there are ways people should behave. Not behaving brings consequences, these guys spent their lives being the consequences.

Good times.