Years of living with someone
It’s a Yin and Yang thing
Compromise with a kiss on the cheek
Anger, yet cuddling in bed
Hand holding or rolling of one’s eyes
Yet there are times
Like when the wife asks you to duck tape her
How excited the thought is, I’m sure that is no surprise
No, no, no, no
Don’t let your imaginations run wild
For it wasn’t anything like that!!
Let the picture below, make it perfectly clear
A dress form made for an individual
So long as the evening snacks are limited
A duct taped wife without a head, covered up for modesty sake
To repeat those words of a sort-of famous neighbor to the north
Canada’s Red Green loosely translated
“If you can’t fix it with duct tape
It’s probability not worth fixing”
They say the Blue bird brings happiness and that my be so.
Usually I’m glad to see one
Yet when it flies around your parked car day after day
Acting like it wants to keep getting into the closed windows
You have to wonder why?
Then you realize when you go to take out the car
That as it has been flying around the car
It has been pooing all over the sides.
They say that a bird pooping on your person, car or property
Supposedly it brings good luck,
Not sure where that myth, or superstition comes from
But I wonder is the good luck mine or the car rental business?
I’m in a Fog today
Can’t seem to find my mind
Looked on the ground it wasn’t there
Thou I realized I was wearing one left shoe,
one right boot
I have been to the PO and to the mall
Oh, I think I better head home
Maybe my mind is there ?
Or at least, there should be one right shoe and/or one left boot
Note to self: add more light where you get dress
There are days – when I just don’t want to get out from under the blankie
There are warnings everywhere, even on the bottom of flower pots. Best to heed those warnings and fill all those pots with plants as soon as you can and keep the little ones safe
Yet maybe there should be warning labels on certain plants we use. Just a random thought
The sun is surely in the winter doldrums
Its’ shows up late every morning
And leaving early at the end of the day
With no enthusiasm to share any of its’ warmth
What about the rest of us
Caught up in the sun’s cyclical moods
Having to face all on our own
Arctic cold fronts,
Cars that won’t start
Furnaces that won’t shut off
With cold feet, cold hands and faces
And (SAD) Seasonal Affective Disorder
Yes we could leave
Enticed by family and friends
Who boast of warmer climes
Of topical islands
Lust and green
But what about the others
Who have to remain behind
Now that the holidays are over
Who can they complain too?
What is misery if it can’t be shared
So we stay put
With the other fools
And do our countdown
To when the sun may change her mood
Nothing like a nice poisonous- plant card for the Holiday season!
Bittersweet night shade – Solanum dulcamara
While this plant isn’t as deadly as its name suggests, the berries can make you sick if eaten in any quantity.
It has been said “in life as social creatures
What we reveal to others of ourselves
Is the view of what we ourselves’
Wish Ourselves to be”
Noble, honest, caring and intelligent
Not to be better than others
But at least as good
Yet throw in a Natural Resource Stewards’ Christmas party
With a Tacky Xmas Present Swap
A dancing chicken who has made an appearance two years in a row
And the core myself crumbles at its foundation
For I want the chicken, wanted last year too.
What does that say about me?
Who am I deep down within my essence?
If I had seen it in the store, I would never think to buy it.
So why want it? Was it the Egg Nog?
And what about the others that were there,
What do they think of me now?
So now the dancing chicken is mine, at least for a year
Until it is re-gifted, brought back to where it came from
Thinking of ways to repair the damage of one self’s image
Maybe write a book “A year in the Life of a Dancing Chicken and Me”
Something meaningful, something redeeming
Something that puts me and the dancing chicken in a better light
Dancing chicken and friends
It’s been pumpkins
Zombies and more
No control with left-over candy
Snow in the forecast
And now time changes
A mind in overload
An internal clock
In conflict with the outside world
Two times zones trying to adjust
Against the back drop
Of winters’ approach
When the night overcomes the day
And the sun at its’ height
Provides no warmth
Maybe I go back to bed
To wake in the spring
We’ll see how the day goes
To give my brain time
To set back or forth
To a standard time
Time Zone Funk