The cursor was stuck so I rebooted the page as I was zoning thinking about making espresso. Yesterday sprinkling Demerara sugar over froth, oh so carefully I thought, a huge lump made a splash. “That’s sweet and light” crossed my mind. When the beverage was almost done like a child I made the slurpy-vacuum and turned the cup up to get as much off the bottom as I could. Waste not.
Up early before light, wouldn’t miss it – showered, put laundry away, did this and that including dumping trash, have windows open this early listening to birds argue amongst themselves. They finally finished off the cookies I’d put out. Wonder what they’d think of a lump of cookie dough?
Let’s find out.
I’m not certain what happened but I slept soundly… woke a couple of times, the first time thought to begin a wash, konked back out to the length of a movie – on a Back To The Future bender, that I never saw – woke briefly to switch to the dryer, put on another chapter and back out I went. Woke early and finished up the job. Took a walk across the highway for the heavier-items-shopping I didn’t want to carry on the way home from work last night and life is good.
I will tackle the fish tank today. It’s getting dirty and I know it needs a better pump… for now it’ll have to make do with getting its sides wiped down, some fresh water and the magical potion that helps keep water clear. Should at least pick up a filter…
That said I guess I’ll head out again. Will I just take a gander across the street or head into town? We shall see…
Yawning I am
Coffee not yet
Must be in Yoda mode
But I’m not one of those
Whatever a Star Wars-zer is called
Who has important opinions
How it should’ve been filmed
This time around it’s about time
On and on
I like science fiction but believe there’s a time to stop
End with dignity before that window closes
Let’s win the war before Vader’s great grandkids come up with more bad
As I go further down the tangent
Though the muse won’t let go
Come back Luke come back
No, stay in the mountains where vanity abounds
Hiding solves it all
Women have more chutzpah
Heh, don’t I know
On a peaceful Sunday that promises rain
So much rain
Undaunted birds sing
I’m siding with them
There I go yawning
A few minutes before I get my snow boots on and we’re in the single digits. Hair’s still damp from the morning shower so that’ll be frozen as I walk. That’s ok, it’s Friday and two days off follow besides the weather says the sun is peeking out today and after the weekend it’ll warm up again, well, to above freezing anyway.
Look at the time. Need to begin layering my layers.
Well the title takes care of that. Enjoying the peace once again. The neighbors in the adjacent and lower apartments have finally called it a night – nice of them to throw in the towel around 5 a.m. This isn’t campus but the real world or it’s supposed to be. Still I wonder if they think because it’s a college town they have the right. One of these days they’ll act up in the wrong place like those Olympians did. Enjoy your consequences. Hope I’m a safe distance away when I read about them. Thanks for the inspiration nonetheless. Would I have come up with something to write about anyway? I hope so.
So what else? A slight chill because my heat isn’t on yet. The weather has been cooperative and not quite at freezing. The sun shining through the glass doors warms everything nicely maintaining through most of the night. A healthier way to sleep I hear but I wouldn’t mind a fireplace. I wonder how long I’d keep just warm enough and turning on the heat at bay. I grew up with such ideas. My father was a misplaced pioneer. First he had a coal burning stove in the basement to heat the house, then moved on to a wood burning stove, or was it the other way around. Then the furnace was replaced. It was nothing to rise and feed the stove but a treat to have the heat set to run on its own. Living in northern Italy near the Alps the only insulation my room had was shutters on the windows. Beautiful, brisk… Blankets and dressing warm made sense along with hot cocoa, espresso, and hot toddies.
And so ends my Sunday good-morning. It’s still dark at 5:21. Maybe hot cider for a change. Just bought more cinnamon sticks…