How can I think of second breakfast
when I haven’t had my first?
Lunch is usually late.
While supper may be non-existent.
Sometimes, snacking is all the meals I get.
How can I think of second breakfast
when I haven’t had my first?
Lunch is usually late.
While supper may be non-existent.
Sometimes, snacking is all the meals I get.
Constant meowing.
Rubbing against the legs.
Big eyes pleading.
Love nibbles when taking too long.
Absolute delight rolling around in the stuff.
Sleeping off the hit.
Then meowing for more upon wakefulness.
Watercolour.
Acrylics.
Paints.
Pencils.
Cat Hair.
Tape up the sharp edges.
Gather the glass in a container.
Give the old prescriptions back to the pharmacy.
Electronics go to recycling.
Poop picked up and thrown away properly.
Only in the wilderness should things be left to go wild.
Our planet depends on us respecting it.
When the fun is all in taking it apart!
Figuring out how it was put together.
Seeing the insides.
Looking at each part individually.
Then eating the resulting mess!
That is why I love making lasagna!
Inspiration strikes.
Creativity explodes.
Chaos ensues.
Drudgery begins
when the inspiration
was someone else’s idea.
From one bright idea to another.
Life is full of surprises.
Especially when you discover
you have no light to see them by!
Overripe smells
emanate from under the shoulders.
Bathing would feel so good.
Except I turned on the dishwasher
and so have a conundrum.
Do I take a shower with intermittent hot/cold spurts
or can I withstand the stench
until it is my turn to bathe?
The surreal beauty.
Accomplishment achieved.
Pride in what you do.
Inspired by others.
Leaning into strength.
Curtains closed.
Doors shut tight.
Spring may be out there
but so are other people’s children.
Their taunting laughter
hurts my pounding head.