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…
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