Posted in Books & Stories, Family, Fiction & Poetry

Gigolo

 

“You know that man.”

“What man dad?”

“The one you go out with.”

“A man you go out with? You mean a boyfriend?”

“No, not a boyfriend. He takes you out?”

 

I knew, but who listens to a kid.

 

“Jee-go-low, you know, he takes you out.”

“Jee-go-low? Dad, what are you talking about?”

He got that mischievous smile. He wasn’t going to let this one pass him by. “What’s the matter Jeen, don’t you spik English?”

“Of course I speak English” she thundered back. “I was born in this country!”

“Jeen, Jee-go-low, you pay him to take you out.”

 

At that point I spoke up. “You mean gigolo Grandpa?”

 

He slapped his hand down on the table. “Gigolo! That’s it! Gigolo.”

“Gigolo! Dad why didn’t you say gigolo? You know what that is. Don’t I speak English!” Shaking her head in exasperation she turned back to what she was cooking.

 

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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

 

 

 

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, Fiction & Poetry

Yes, I’m Up August 2017

Had a couple of thoughts then distracted by headlines, not that they were all that. What was on my mind…

Good question.

I’d thought ‘Still Looking For An Episode’ as a title but it could be a good wrap up. Then that I’d started something about the new year 2017 crossed my mind, is it still a new year eight months in, will reminding me make the difference? I want to keep a new year perspective for a whole year. Is it old and dusty by now? Hard not to let it fade.

As I was walking a strange thing happened, what I called ‘that man cry’ as I dictated to the Pages app on my phone. It happened while walking to work.

 

It will echo in my head all day

That man cry but yeah

“Ye-ouch!” (look at that)

Taken by surprise it was aimed at me

The only one the sidewalk no mistake

Yet how could that possibly be

At my age

Do I care about age not really

Sweet 16 long gone

21 too

Not worried

Thanks for the smile

It will echo in my head all day

 

As for the episode, I’m on a marathon going backwards season after season searching for a specific Supernatural show beginning with Season 8, I’m now one shy of being done with 4, I’m sure to find it soon. At least I hope so though I’ve nodded on and off while they were on as I plugged away, but I don’t think I missed anything for the most part coming into consciousness during parts not sleeping completely through… or at least I hope not.

 

 

Posted in Books & Stories, business, Classroom Notes, Flashback And Memoir, new year

Noticeable Changes To Say The Least

 

So I double click and the screen diminishes to nothing or call it two by two size…. meaning it got really small, then I pulled the sides out to fill the screen back up and the type is tiny. There’s got to be a type size adjustment somewhere to fix this… but I’m not running across it, something that doesn’t stop me from thinking:

I’m Rubber, You’re Glue. What You Say Bounces Off Me And Sticks To You

Hmmm, a possible title… and childhood blast from the past. How nice if we could hold that same innocence when someone’s not being nice and move on from there. A simple refusal to listen to this with a big hint let’s move on; better yet should they respond, “no I’m rubber you’re glue…” which is usually how the conversation went if I recall, “no I said it first”… and it’s over especially if you wanted to get back to what you were doing.

 

Kids are natural sages for sure.

 

Coffee. Finally got some half n’ half. Coffee definitely. Why? Not that I need a reason.

Up @ 3:30-ish with the first wash going. Love the rates this time of day and it’s cool enough for the door to be open and wearing a pair of sweats. The coffee I just had filling the room with its fragrance so I’m compelled to make more. Fall is coming, autumnal equinox, and my birthday. My grandmother’s was September 3rd; if she were alive she’d be 117.

 

What else?

 

Waiting for daybreak to head out for a few things. Wash my face, brush my teeth, get the list together and choose a save-the-planet grocery tote so I’m ready to go.

 

A good day, no two ways about it.