Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

Sunday Is For Vampire – 2

 

On that note my grandson’s here

Hotel Transylvania 2 it’s clear

Won’t scare him away

His movie, why should it?

As we keep up tradition

Grandma’s thing that’s new

What makes it so right?

We’re in love with our monsters

And 70-degree winters

Can you believe it!

Heat hasn’t had to run the past couple days

Windows all open

The sun streams in

Now let me think this through

Abominable Christmas is next

Not just once a year

But a place in the heart…

Shhh it’s beginning

Dream Abominable Snowmen

Talk you can’t stay

 

 

 

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Posted in Books & Stories, Improv

SuperBowl Sunday

 

Normally I watch it but my grandson and I watched Turbo instead. Always did like the Indie 500. I remember a friend who watched it every year. No, not Turbo – I’m afraid it was before Turbo’s time, but the Indianapolis 500. He traditionally made lamb and new potatoes for the occasion that the kids and I very much enjoyed. (Funny how they never minded watching the races.) On and off during the day finalizing after he left, I wrote out Infant Room Classroom Expectations… “These, are called babies…” and made copies of coloring pages for decorating the classroom cork board, Groundhog Day, Valentine’s Day and St Patrick’s Day inclusive. Yeah… it’s gonna be good; move over Cecil B DeMille. Dino De Laurentiis, who’s he? Now I’m ready for a grown up movie to fall asleep to then back to work tomorrow wishing my body didn’t ache from slumbering in what I call a squishy chair, a 6-foot long Fuff (beanbag-ish) chair when I should have found my way to a bed sometime during the night. Ahh, life is good.

 

Speaking of which, we had a winter night into early morning that became a spring afternoon at a balmy 50 degrees. Very nice of winter and spring to work together toward change. It’s 72 in my apartment right now that I know will last through most of the night and give my heat a break from having to run. Should it come on early a.m. because the temperature dropped again it will be only to take the chill out of the air until the sun breaks through to warm it up again.

 

Now that’s what I’m talking about!

 

 

 

Posted in Fiction & Poetry, Thought Food

Back By Popular Demand (Or One Person Asked)

 

The Sub

 

Years ago we thought

The Sub meant free class

At school

 

We followed no rules

And were rude

We justified being crude

 

This hasn’t changed over time

Who started it?

I wonder why

 

I’m sitting here now

Sub for the day

There’s not much to do

 

Legitimate free time

Wish I’d brought a book

Or a laptop

 

For the sake of feeding my mind

Guess there won’t be Sub abuse

Prove myself yet again

Though my co-instructor

Didn’t present me by name

The students know nothing to gain

 

Saw Kant written

On the board

Wished I’d kept a copy

 

The University undeserving

My prize

Checked terminology to stay on top

 

But I’ll have no need to reply

A monitor to police

The extent of my day

 

No Sub notes otherwise, just keep an eye

Make certain all students

Type away

 

 

Next time select slowly

No desperations to work

Duties won’t disappoint or surprise

 

At least the first block

Awarded me time

For Espresso and a soufflé

 

That wasn’t a bad way

To start off

A day

 

Last block

Didn’t need me

So I was sent away

 

More afternoon time to write

Take not a bad way to start off a day

Into a very good night