a man walks by
suit flared at the waist
with heels clicking
and watch ticking louder
than mine
he walks on high
short hair pasted to head
I know he has a brain
made of plan
and though he won’t admit it yet
loves another man
he passed me by
he passed me by
Copyright L.M. 2008. (written May 26th, 2008.).
Today we went golfing! I didn’t do so badly, but had a couple rotten holes and ended with a 43….. still not a bad score if it mattered to me haha 😉
What was neat though were the little bonuses on the course: there was a roseate spoonbill hangin out on Hole 6, a tree with a large, active bees’ nest, and that tree itself was neat because it had some sort of hanging tubers that had lumps that appeared to open into a flower….. very very strange. Wow! Just out of curiosity (and not expecting such a quick result), I did a quick search for “tropical tree”, went to the first site, and guessed at a name that might fit — sausage tree. http://mgonline.com/Sausage_Tree.html Would you believe it? I think it may have actually been that kind of tree! Ahh, the internet is a wonderful thing.
After golfing, we went to our friends’ place for a pizza lunch. Very tasty, very fun. I had a tickle in my throat that I couldn’t get rid of though, so I was going nuts trying not to cough every two seconds. A couple funny jokes were told, let me see if I can remember any.
Two men got up to the gates of Heaven and were addressed by Saint Peter. Saint Peter asked the first man, dressed in a leather jacket, shades, and slicked back hair, “…..and who are you?” The man replied, “I’m Derek Smith, and I’ve been a pilot for 31 years.” Saint Peter looks at his list, exclaims, “Ah! There you are,” and gives him a golden staff, a silk robe, and lets him through the gates. The second man walks up to Saint Peter and is also asked who he is, to which he replies, “I’m John Brown, and I’ve been a priest for 31 years.” Saint Peter consults his list, exclaims, “Ah! There you are,” and gives him a wooden staff, and a cotton robe. The man pauses a moment, then asks, “Why, Saint Peter, I can’t help but notice a discrepancy here….. that man was a pilot and got a golden staff and a silk robe, while I was a priest and only got a wooden staff and a cotton robe!” Saint Peter replies, “Ah, yes. Well, here in Heaven, we go by results. You were a priest, and have made people fall asleep for 31 years, but he was a pilot and made people pray!”
hee hee. 🙂
Gorgeous day today. It started off cloudy (my dad and I were going to go fishing but since it was cloudy, they decided to let me sleep in instead haha), but it was still fairly warm, and then the sun worked its way out and it became quite warm. We went and did a few errands while it was still a bit overcast, and my mom and I played some tennis. The sun came out during our 15 minutes (we’re both still coughing up a storm), so my mom decided it was too hot out for her and walked to the library to reserve the new Sue Grafton book. (She later told me she was 123rd on the reserve list….. I’m not even kidding.) So I went and hit against the wall…… man, it was relentless. (joke courtesy of Mitch Hedberg 😉 ) I love hitting against the wall though. I can serve and not have to go pick up balls for every minute of serving, if I make a mistake it still comes back to me….. it’s just a good practice tool. I did that for a bit, then we went back to the condo for lunch. I went for a long walk along the Pass, well, many trips back and forth anyway. Then I visited Julio at his crêperie and chatted a bit with him. He’s still the one making the crêpes….. I don’t know how he’s managed all year, unless there is someone else trained and they just weren’t working. I have a feeling the guy with him helping him prepare the stuff may have been there last year too. I’d normally wonder if they were related but by the pale (in comparison) looks of him, maybe not! The crêpe — strawberries and Nutella — was wonderful. I wandered the Pass eating it, and saw many eyes drawn to it — one hispanic lady asked me what it was and where to find one….. after I’d passed I heard her say, “I want one of those!” So Julio, there you go, some more business for ya! Last year it was the same story — we’d walk around eating them, and would usually get stopped at some point with inquiries….. especially if my parents were also having one, because they’d usually have one with whipped cream which of course makes it look even more sumptuous. I even got to hear Julio singing a little as he prepared it….. quite the lungs, and not a bad singer either! Elvis, of course 😉 After he’d finished making the crêpe, he thanked me for coming back and wished me a good trip if he didn’t see me before then, at one point calling me “princess” — which, from anyone else, might’ve been seen as strange or even sarcastic, but you just know he’s sincere. He’s just the type of person who always makes you smile. 🙂
After finishing my treat, I walked the beach for a bit, through the water one way, then on the water’s edge the way back. Here’s my daily list:
twice I watched my number pass
felt the crumbles of the blast
siphoned, mirrored, filed away
sickening by this light of day
parachutes of older grace
pick me up, cradle my face
I’m dying by the light of mourn
repelling with the scent of scorn
a patient man has never seen
the light of me, the plight of me
so sit still while I peck into
my scorching hands, Beautiful Blue
words that letters really ought
not touch the pearls that teach you naught
have wrung my hands into a knot
and teach me what shouldn’t be taught
Copyright L.M. 2007.
Walking down the street, I pass a couple of people. As I do, I hear:
“Asparagus is OUT OF THIS WORLD!!”
And he really was that emphatic.
Here are some clips of things I saved looooooooong ago.
sleepy sleepy quiet and weepy
wand’ring, floating over land
turn me o’er so you can’t see me
i don’t think you’d understand
My horns have shifted still I hold my head up where are you my angel whose smile lifts me up..i need you but i don’t need anyone
i’d like a pancake pillow upon which i’d sleep, to silence the sizzle with rest in the deep [this was initiated because I’d often thought pancakes would make great pillows…..]
from the boy who wonders to the man who thinks and a father who knows…..
to the man who snuggles with a dream when in reality grasps only a wrinkled sheet
it’s all about the ducks. except the part that’s all about the sea turtles.
when my cat is staring at my coat, i wonder what he’s thinking
when my cat is staring at the powerbar cord an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking
when my cat is staring at the bare wall an inch from his face, i wonder what he’s thinking
how I love my half orange. Almost as much as my little fluffy thing. Almost as much as my magic mouse. [??!!]
knowledge sought on the subject of that which is disliked yields a greater appreciation of life
ahh to be a jangling bag of body parts….. [again: ??!!]
neko o tabemasu! taihen oishii desu!
a lost crumpet in a sea full of breadstuff [followed by:]
i think that metaphor was more complicated than it was worth…..! [haha]
i’m a sexy vixen ;)….. and I just fell down the stairs.
darn you, Glosette raisins! you will single-handedly beat my will-power to bits….. very yummy, chocolatey, raisiny bits….. [my weakness is chocolate, so sue me! ha]
seeding started: check. litterbox cleaned: check. shower: check. studying: ….. what do you think?
fast/junk food diet: check. extra 10 pounds from procrastinating: priceless.
note to tummy: please stop craving cinnaparts when you are stuffed and hurty
I held a shell up to the Sun
brushed away the hardened sand
sending light into the water
and I was calm
I took a flower in my hand
let the dew drip from the petals
into my open palm
and I was calm
So there you have it…… an amalgamation of random notes, messages, insights, outsights. haha
I’m not entirely sure why I decided to do this, but once I started, I couldn’t seem to stop. Well, there you go!
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