rainy Monday my jam
pace slows pulse rests quiet settles in every space
thoughts roam words stir world feels viable perchance
the peace of waters rolling on
JSmith 02/24/2020
One moment, please…
10 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
don’t startle her, curled asleep, there on the edge of the abyss
the sun is shining and her guard is down
sore winners have worn her out
let her rest her soul as the day drains away
is it one strike you’re out game over
the greatest generation would rage and weep
so sleep on ’til dawn, weary Lady, but the fight won’t quit
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America, you in trouble, girl…
JSmith 02/10/2020
Be the wild vine…
02 Feb 2020 Leave a comment
One thing the years can start kicking out of us is spontaneity. My little sister left me a message one morning last week asking if we wanted to go to a movie matinee with her. By the time I caught it I was knackered from the therapy pool and feeling done for the day so we took a rain check, which we’ll cash in today, Super Bowl Sunday. It’s okay, she’s getting her retirement legs under her and likes solitary movie-going, so my lack of spur-of-the-moment enthusiasm didn’t dampen any sweet family feelings, but I’d prefer to still be a ball o’ fire. My grandma at this age used to ask “Where are we going?” while she was putting on her shoes and grabbing her purse.
It was a gray, dreary day, and after it had been settled that we were staying home by the fire, I looked over to find Kim snuggling up by my side…
- HIM: Would you go out on a date with me?
- ME: I would. I feel like I’ve gotten to know you fairly well now.
- HIM: We could go to a movie this week. Same one we’re not seeing today (1917 – we’d both wanted to see it since the first review we read). We could go over to KC and see it in a dine-in. (Something else we’d been meaning to do but never had, can you believe that?)
- ME: That sounds really nice. I’d LOVE to go out with you as long as you get me home before dark.
Took him five minutes to make reservations on his iPad and we were in for lunch and a matinee the next day. Spontaneity takes a little longer now but we can still pull it off. Give us a little time to think about it, plan for it, sleep on it, and we’ll be spontaneous as all get-out.
“Spontaneity is a meticulously prepared art”
― Oscar Wilde
Perfect date, including the part where he opened my car door, took my hand to help me out, started to say something and belched instead. Good afternoon to spend indoors wrapped in the events of another era – gray and rainy outside, gray and grim in the realities of WWI on the big screen – and the movie did not disappoint.
We’re of course sold on the venue: recliners, food, drink, fairly intimate little space – there were eight of us in the theater by the time the main feature rolled. Pretty sure we’ll be genuinely spontaneous about going again.
NOW we psyche up for a house divided – the KIMN8R’s 49ers against the LOCAL FAV KANSAS CITY CHIEFS, YAY!!! (deafening crowd noise!!!) YAY!!!
And this time there WILL be the Little Sister. And food. I was told there’ll be food.
Playing for Time 
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