Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Something Different Or Not

Sitting here and I want to write

About what I don’t know

But i want to

Though…

Look, a typo…

 

That’s terrible I said to myself as I sat at the table, should I give myself a name or say it’s me but not me the person who’s writing, that fictitious author who’s the writer telling a story – that’s different and very deep. Don’t know. I am listening to that miserable music when you’re on hold trying not to listen and focus somewhere else. Not that that’s working either, but it is somewhat. She…oops…. I checked the time. The wait period was almost up.

“Hope they’re punctual.”

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Posted in Books & Stories, business, coffee, poetry, Reviews

And Gunther Was His Name-O

I felt happy though I didn’t know why

For the past couple of days a lightening of spirit

Really

Arnold makes cappuccino in huge cups like him

I shouldn’t be surprised with skulls no hearts

Cool

Sprinkled cinnamon design or was it cocoa

Hope he used Italian espresso at least

I’ll say it was good, don’t know

As I sip mine in a cappuccino cup designed in Italy

Smaller

It’s early yet no light no sun hours to go

Anyway I watched that movie because he was in it

Though more tan half went by before I saw him

Different and interesting flick

Comedy not too gross not exactly family

But I appreciate the grownup aim like in kids cartoons gone by

Wouldn’t mind owning a copy

Oh

Clothing in the dryer tumble

Think the washer is rinsing that second time

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Improv, Over Coffee

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.

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

 

 

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.