Beginning and endings….(thoughts on a day)

Should I laugh or cry…

One of “those” days spent I say as a feisty cat bites my ankles,

Chalking one more up to a WTF moment of life,

Bike sold=two kayaks not depleting funds but yet…

Six tea bags, Luziane brewing yet another perfect pot,

Cooled nicely on stove, I pour into receptacle and boom, 

Into fridge for further pouring use…

Sigh….

Dog sitting by fridge freaking out as tea sprays from…everywhere….

One gallon of tea and what remains….


The rest fills every crevice in the two month old new white fridge…..sigh….

Hot day out, hubby in the pool comes in to help on swamping the floor duty,

Ready to cry…but watch a gonna do?

Cleaning every bottle and veggie in the fridge now sitting in tea….

Cat dislodged from room soon to be floored in pretty Pergo,

Decides this is the new place,

The middle of the fray, clean table now gritty….did I tell you I had just washed this…

And the window…

now I think it’s time for a beer,

Had enough, just one of those days

But tomorrow is another new fresh moment…

Don’t even ask me about the two lizards having sex on my sidewalk…

Usually they move, almost crushed them….oops…don’t mean to break up the party….night settles, dogs went swimming and I sit below a fan telling you of my day…hoping that your’s went better…do I need to tell you how hard it is to clean up 13 cups of tea from a new fridge? At least it wasn’t sweet tea…plain ma’am…not loaded….see, some good news. PS Sheldon….thanks for the new perspective…..much needed. Sigh…tea anyone? Another chore for tomorrow’s list…again….

What I’m listening to…reliving moments from high school: you tube it and enjoy…now onto a little Steve Winwood…higher love anyone? Yes she says happily…night folks,

Peace and blessings and no crying over spilt tea…..K💜

Baker StreetBy Gerry Rafferty

Winding your way down on Baker Street

Lite in your head, and dead on your feet

Well another crazy day, you drink the night away

And forget about everything

This city desert makes you feel so cold

Its got so many people but its got no soul

And it’s taken you so long to find out you were wrong

When you thought it held everything.

You used to think that it was so easy

You used to say that it was so easy

But you’re tryin, you’re tryin now

Another year and then you’d be happy

Just one more year and then you’d be happy

But you’re cryin’, you’re cryin’ now

Way down the street there’s a light in his place

You open the door, he’s got that look on his face

And he asks you where you’ve been, you tell him who you’ve seen

And you talk about anything

He’s got this dream about buyin’ some land

He’s gonna give up the booze and the one night stands

And then he’ll settle down, it’s a quiet little town

And forget about everything

But you know he’ll always keep moving

You know he’s never gonna stop moving

‘Cause he’s rollin

He’s the rolling stone

And when you wake up it’s a new morning

The sun is shining, it’s a new morning

And you’re going, you’re going home

In the light of a universe

I stood there cloaked in the light of a thousand stars,

glittering like rain that won’t fall

suspended above this questioning soul.

I reached up as if I,

a mere mortal,

could touch one,

as if I could reach so far to the heavens,

and the cool emptiness of my hands left me sad

although I understood,

the hollowness that sat within

like the weight of a hundred years

and I asked my questions to the silence

and only the echo

of a distant dog was heard in reply.

Such a solitary place it is within a star,

so far away and so many wishes

yet unable to answer

except in falling,

always so rare.

Pale glitter painted sky of my dreams,

touched by the brush of such a gifted hand

and as I sit here quietly watching

each day that plays out

I bless the clouds for keeping their distance

when I needed to see,

to feel so very deeply

this beautiful piece hung for my pleasure.