Oh lazy day oh lazy day
That was what you were, today...
Oh lazy day oh lazy day
I just can't stay away....
2 glasses of bad wine and half an inspecteur Cluso film and the day has come to an end... But not my great poetic skills... Oh nooo...
Today was meant for swimming and cooking but ended up being a sleeping and trying to swim but - excuse me miss, varsity is swimming now- and there's a whole empty pool out there but nooo, you can't swim there miss because we'll need a lifeguard for you- why in case I drown you dweeb- no for liability miss- in case I drown you mean- well, yes, I guess if you wanna put it this way- well then au revoir i'm not drowning in your pool -
it's snowing outside and i'm driving listening to Dalida singing "Pour ne pas vivre seul". There's the eerie softness of the falling snow. People crossing the street and treading gently so as not to slip. My car's brakes squeaking and moaning when I suddenly stop at the red. Stillness outside. I think of my risotto to be. Porcini and white mushrooms; can i use one type? Medium grain rice; does it exist in Uncle Benland? Oh green, watch it there's that policeman waiting to pounce, slow down to 25. I hope they have peeled garlic at the coop. The whiteness has started to engulf the world and it is beautiful to watch it grow. Finally i can wear my snowboots and make footprints of them. Do i have time to cook - probably not but i'll get the ingredients. As i'm driving i see a girl with shorts and a smug woollen cap running i guess it's important to have a warm solid head on your shoulders even if you have cold feet.
At the coop i see a dark blue Corolla and think it's A Odottir but no the inside is organised and you can see the backseat. Defffinitely defffinitely not. I step in and hear "In your eyes" and oh how i adore that song - it must be a sign - the risotto will prevail tomorrow!! No porcinis, but cremancinis there were and so it was. We'll see. (Excuse my distorted dismantled grammar and slight flight of ideas but am basking in the sweet glow of the bad Malbec). At the counter i hear AHA singing and share that with the dark 'carre' haired hippie checking out the mushrooms who nods and says 'i think it's them'. Of course it's AHA you're just too young to know it!
Ok I had written a much longer post but something's screwed up in the system and so i'm stopping now because it's 1AM and i should sleep. Too bad because i had written some wonderful things but my audience will have to make do without them for now..
And at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
Andrew Marvell, 'To His Coy Mistress', trying to convince her to sleep with him before she's old and rotten
That was what you were, today...
Oh lazy day oh lazy day
I just can't stay away....
2 glasses of bad wine and half an inspecteur Cluso film and the day has come to an end... But not my great poetic skills... Oh nooo...
Today was meant for swimming and cooking but ended up being a sleeping and trying to swim but - excuse me miss, varsity is swimming now- and there's a whole empty pool out there but nooo, you can't swim there miss because we'll need a lifeguard for you- why in case I drown you dweeb- no for liability miss- in case I drown you mean- well, yes, I guess if you wanna put it this way- well then au revoir i'm not drowning in your pool -
it's snowing outside and i'm driving listening to Dalida singing "Pour ne pas vivre seul". There's the eerie softness of the falling snow. People crossing the street and treading gently so as not to slip. My car's brakes squeaking and moaning when I suddenly stop at the red. Stillness outside. I think of my risotto to be. Porcini and white mushrooms; can i use one type? Medium grain rice; does it exist in Uncle Benland? Oh green, watch it there's that policeman waiting to pounce, slow down to 25. I hope they have peeled garlic at the coop. The whiteness has started to engulf the world and it is beautiful to watch it grow. Finally i can wear my snowboots and make footprints of them. Do i have time to cook - probably not but i'll get the ingredients. As i'm driving i see a girl with shorts and a smug woollen cap running i guess it's important to have a warm solid head on your shoulders even if you have cold feet.
At the coop i see a dark blue Corolla and think it's A Odottir but no the inside is organised and you can see the backseat. Defffinitely defffinitely not. I step in and hear "In your eyes" and oh how i adore that song - it must be a sign - the risotto will prevail tomorrow!! No porcinis, but cremancinis there were and so it was. We'll see. (Excuse my distorted dismantled grammar and slight flight of ideas but am basking in the sweet glow of the bad Malbec). At the counter i hear AHA singing and share that with the dark 'carre' haired hippie checking out the mushrooms who nods and says 'i think it's them'. Of course it's AHA you're just too young to know it!
Ok I had written a much longer post but something's screwed up in the system and so i'm stopping now because it's 1AM and i should sleep. Too bad because i had written some wonderful things but my audience will have to make do without them for now..
And at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
Andrew Marvell, 'To His Coy Mistress', trying to convince her to sleep with him before she's old and rotten
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