A Refletion [Ther'o'py]

Just words...

I watch the fake fish swimming around on the screen saver on my computer.

These creatures are not real, and they have no place to go, just swim.

I unwrap another bite size Snickers, and place it onto the center of my tongue

I can taste the sweet milk chocolate as it softens and melts to meet my taste buds.

Today is Thursday, a day we went ‘Out and About to just look at ‘Stuff

I bought a new 26" High Def TV to replace the 13" which will become a

nothing in February 2009 when analog becomes as useless as old eight track

music cassettes.

I have ‘Cable, no worry, HDTV will come automatically.

Saturday we, the ‘we are Me, Liz, Melissa, Brenda, Dallas, and maybe Gordon.

Plan is to put up the outside shed I bought last year. Had a plan like this three or

four different times, but ‘Happening’s always happened, and the parts remained

wrapped in their cardboard wrapping covered by black plastic. The rain, snow,

and winter winds were not any problem, but you know about moisture. Yeah!

cardboard looks as though I have been watering it, just as I have been watering

my growing lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumbers. Wet! Wet!, Wet!

Next Wednesday I go visit my Doctor. He has sharp things he will use on me

and I will attempt to become painless for awhile by becoming a drug addict.

Not forever of course, but three weeks? Maybe four weeks. Then cut the

number each day to cause a less dependency on the pills. Of course I’m

addicted to caffeine which comes with my Kona Blended coffee beans at

$8.99 per pound. Never have figured out my cost per pot....er’ I mean cup.

Cheaper than Starbucks, and I get to serve myself right in my own home.

The Prime Rib is there in the freezer awaiting four to six weeks to pass,

then we will have a few friends over for a nice Prime Rib Dinner.

A Tossed Green Salad. Some little Boiled Red Potatoes, cut once, covered with

a Chive Butter Sauce. Baby Carrots covered with a Honey-Butter Sauce.

Ice cold milk, maybe a glass of a nice 1972 Vintage Red Wine. A dinner

finished with Baked Cinnamon Cranberry Brown Sugar Apples with a scoop

of French Vanilla Ice Cream.

This is not a poem, not a story, just something I could write down in a journal or

diary, or whatever if I kept a journal or diary. This is just to clear my mind of

an event to come, and writing things like this is good ther’o’py for me.

1:07 A.M. is here, so good night... Thanks for being here to listen.

 

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Michelle Tarnowski]

I love this. It was relaxed. Journaling and blogging are wonderful. It comes from the heart or just idle ramblings the way you would talk with an old friend.

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Thank you for sharing this heartfelt writing. Debileah