Nine days to go
This is no longer home
Piles of moving boxes
To important places
Cupboards are bare
Items once thought
Distilled down to
I’m ready to move on
Enter the next chapter
In new surroundings
Click bait for cheapskates
Tijuana brass monkeys
Why was there nothing here?
Took a walk, came back later.
There are lots of things currently going on in my life. Mostly, de-cluttering sixteen years of excess everything. Sprucing up the house, in case it is put up for sale.
Made a solemn vow sixteen years before, that I would never move again. Situations, and people change over the years. Now, I need to be closer to friends and family.
Every part of the country has good and bad points. I’m ready to accept colder winters. Maybe I’ve been in this location for too long? Nobody in the neighborhood knows we’re going to move–and it shall remain a secret, for now.
A lot of things have to happen in the meantime. The process has just started. I don’t intend to give up blogging in the interim. “Give up the things you love, and there will be nothing left to love.”
Another in a series of rainy days. I’m in a pensive mood. Hypoglycemia does little to quell thoughts of negativity.
Everything is so green–including my fast-growing lawn. I tend to assume that everything will always stay the same. Nothing could be further from the truth.
Changes can sometimes be hard to deal with. Natural disasters, first, come to mind. Rampant volcanic lava flows in Hawaii. Wildfires in the Western states.
Closer to home, it’s almost high hurricane season. What will the season bring? Try not to dwell on such things–even with constant news coverage.
As much as we like to think we are in control, nature refuses to be controlled. Last year it was hurricane Harvey–copious amounts of rain–the likes of which no one had ever seen.
Low hanging clouds
Muted red, white, blue bunting
Thunderstorm laundered freshness
Parallel rails gleamed, bright, shiny
The church modernized
To multi-storied multipurpose
Urban decay apparent
Businesses, closed, boarded
For lease, available, in perpetuity
Buildings, once revered
Didn’t matter anymore
Yesterday’s classics, abandoned
With cracked windows
For who knew, how long?
Cryptic messages mocked
Sensationalism skipped town
And, the world hadn’t ended
You’ve got yours
I’ve got mine
Exaggerated with time
Big cities, anytowns
Where everybody came from
Take a while, think about
Memories from yesteryear
I have a new favorite breakfast spot. Been there at least a half-dozen times or more. Christina was a great waitress, attentive, courteous, with a friendly smile.
“Would you like your usual?” She’d ask. We’d sit at our favorite table. Last Sunday, Christina, was no longer there to brighten the morning.
It turned out, she had a killer commute to work–moved on to better things, closer to home. Can’t blame her–crossing the bay bridge and tunnel, famous for traffic tie ups, was nerve-wracking.
Maybe it’s nitpicking, but her replacements had a lot to learn. Starting with the difference between one slice of thick marble rye toast, cut in half, and two slices of rye toast, cut in half. Breaking in new employees was a tough job. I can’t help it–Christina spoiled me.
Christina, I don’t need you to come back. Wish you best of luck and happy landings. Will miss you on early Sunday mornings.
Everything started out great. Sunny skies, the birds were happy.
Then, it all changed. Old-fashioned thunderstorms with plenty of lightning and heavy rain, roared for four hours.
Unofficially, the amount of rain was between 6 and 7 inches.
The worst part was the electricity snapping on and off. Not good for appliances or computers.
A little gift from a deep low-pressure system parked off the Texas-Louisiana coast. We have guests coming in, they may find it to be a rainy week.