Monday random: cold and sunny

  • It feels as if it could snow, but it does not yet, and for that I am grateful
  • I need new gloves first
  • and a new hat, as my favourite one is wearing thin–a leopard print fuzzy thing that makes me happy and warm, but sometimes brings to me strange looks
  • Ah well, I can only be me. I stopped trying to please others years ago as it was not working
  • At least when you behave as yourself, with your own style, like my hair, which I never cut, you are not a fraud.
  • You can step out the door on a day such as today with no thought of worry about how your shoes go with your pocketbook.
  • Breakfast this morning is eggs, tomatoes, and young onions, wrapped in a steamed tortilla.
  • No cheese, as I can generally live without it. Though a nice hard sharp cheddar is desired sometimes
  • Monday! Again!
  • We have made it here after a challenging week, and that is something to cheer for.

Have a great Monday, and feel free to say hello, if you should be inclined to! Cheers to another week, and thank you, God for another do-over.

 

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trash the tags
night likes
the feel of flowers
my book is done
read on, read on
annihilate my cave
like any woman can
everything open
knees. eyes, lips.
my bones vanish
a dying art

Rain dance

Can you hear me?
My voice is quieter
after the storm
the windows shut tight
to keep the rain out

When the blue gets in
in spite of my weather-proof house
I pull up the memory, of
a day when the rain felt good

We splashed and danced
and thumbed our noses
at the soaking wet
knowing we could take the rain

wearing our
falling-in-love-again macs

Monday random

  • Those who know me well know that I have resisted getting a cell phone for all these years
  • except for a brief tryst with a flip phone between ’06-’08
  • I have a new friend who is quickly becoming like one of the family who says it is not safe for me not to have a phone with the cars I drive, old and rusting away as they are
  • I say it is a luxury
  • a nuisance
  • but she is right. One car is a ’94 and one is a ’99.
  • They make some of the same noises my knees make on stairs.
  • So that’s that.

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Monday

I stare into my coffee as if it will give me answers, a swirl of black coffee foaming from the press. It isn’t talking. Maybe some tea.

I’ve been here before–a cold, hard rock and a lost place. I am not a child. I sit paralyzed. The door annoys and the phone is an intrusion.

There is one thing that is tolerable. And as a child, music could soothe me. But which? Blues is too sad. Would jazz make me bitch-slap someone?

Ah, Brahms,my old friend.I smile and squeeze his hand. No,It must be Ludwig. Do understand. It is not you, it’s me. There is so much at stake.

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Does it bother you

 

pink boa

I don’t believe in eternal soulmates
I was
too old to be naïve, and
too young
to put all my money on you

you have your preferences
like anyone
tea over coffee
scone over a muffin
a girl over a woman

it is no wonder
I stopped fighting you
so why do I sit here
in your pocket
where you put me

listening to you choose her
my pink boa–slipping
while you are looking at her
(did you know)

she is not looking at you
while you speak–