Apr 2015
weekends these days are what weekends are supposedly meant to be...days of pleasured nothing that fills you with intensity.
The intensity of just living easy, is hard to learn because it is kind of forgiving yourself for not working harder which is guilt melting like a glacier - slow but not too slow.
but eye stray from the topic. with nothing planned, we drift from morning bed to breakfast (3 poems done before that!), to what to do and because we never would, we did. Go see Furious 7 in an empty theater, on a Saturday afternoon.
Awful. Noisy like when your ears hurt cause of a passing ambulance. Lines delivered in a not how to act corny that all just fall short of incredible bad funny hysterical....ugh...and the car chases are just ok. So return home to I get my once a week home cooked meal in a city that never stops eating, or closes, and delivery is 24/7 and almost instantaneous (Chinese is instantaneous) (Fyi)).
before you know it is 8:30pm and we fall back into bed to watch old movies we saw years ago and remember fondly (Mr. Hollands Opus, Hairspray, It's Complicated).
Around 11pm, eye just turn sideways and am gone.
she wee hours watches, till around 2am, but then eye awaken, and find her almost always, hand in mouth, tablet lying on her chest, and her glasses on...eye shut the TV which means finding the remote hiding in the sheets and isn't always easy. Tablet transferred to the night table.
But the glasses, that is last, hardest.
With two hands, while out of bed, indeed, standing surgeon-like over her, eye remove in one fell swoop her glasses and she does not stir, mumble, utter, groan or notice.
this successful stealth operation is the high point of a perfect day.
The intensity of just living easy, is hard to learn because it is kind of forgiving yourself for not working harder which is guilt melting like a glacier - slow but not too slow.
but eye stray from the topic. with nothing planned, we drift from morning bed to breakfast (3 poems done before that!), to what to do and because we never would, we did. Go see Furious 7 in an empty theater, on a Saturday afternoon.
Awful. Noisy like when your ears hurt cause of a passing ambulance. Lines delivered in a not how to act corny that all just fall short of incredible bad funny hysterical....ugh...and the car chases are just ok. So return home to I get my once a week home cooked meal in a city that never stops eating, or closes, and delivery is 24/7 and almost instantaneous (Chinese is instantaneous) (Fyi)).
before you know it is 8:30pm and we fall back into bed to watch old movies we saw years ago and remember fondly (Mr. Hollands Opus, Hairspray, It's Complicated).
Around 11pm, eye just turn sideways and am gone.
she wee hours watches, till around 2am, but then eye awaken, and find her almost always, hand in mouth, tablet lying on her chest, and her glasses on...eye shut the TV which means finding the remote hiding in the sheets and isn't always easy. Tablet transferred to the night table.
But the glasses, that is last, hardest.
With two hands, while out of bed, indeed, standing surgeon-like over her, eye remove in one fell swoop her glasses and she does not stir, mumble, utter, groan or notice.
this successful stealth operation is the high point of a perfect day.
