She tries to be a good girl
And only eat one or two.
How well they’re made is a better indicator of the result
Than any willpower she might possess.
Oh.
And ketchup – that’s a must….
Daily Prompt: Fry

She tries to be a good girl
And only eat one or two.
How well they’re made is a better indicator of the result
Than any willpower she might possess.
Oh.
And ketchup – that’s a must….
Daily Prompt: Fry

The alarm ruled my days
And SAT/SUN were my carrots.
They were devoured, yet savored.
Required tasks done quickly
In order to yield maximum downtime.
Books to read, walks to enjoy, relaxation = joy.
Now, my own time spreads out before me
Like a vast ocean.
I’m sailing uncharted seas.
An entirely new paradigm.
Rather than peering forward, slogging through five for two places of rest,
Time = Islands = Respite
No longer applies.
I can do what I wish to now.
Later, there may be other, different carrots to propel me forward, through my days.
But for now, I no longer seek ‘land’ on the horizon to get my bearings.
The dimension of time now provides a new perspective.
Opportunities abound,
And I continue to wrap my head around the possibilities.

Quiet days,
Hampered by a gloomy view
Looking out our ‘sunroom’ window.
But our lights shine from within
Do they not?
What an odd name for fizzy pleasure.
Pink and blue makes purple
And white foamy bubbles.
Water not too hot
But quite hot enough.
A calming, clean scent
With a hint of slickness to oil my skin.
Escape.
Quiet escape.
A place to lie still
Until the water cools just enough
To warrant another torrent of hot H2O.
Chit Chat