Weekend.

Reading almost every word in the newspaper. Bathing the dogs. Bathing myself. Pasta, cutlets and mashed potatoes. The Lunatic Express. Afternoon nap. Blink. Redoing the room. An alarm for 6 AM.

Michaelpallya, 1st Cross. Maps and Geography. New kid on the block. Bus ride to Avenue Road. Walkity walk. 5 bottles of acrylic paint, 4 of powder paint, 3 sheets of paper, oil pastels. Bus ride back into town. Peco's. Beer - Lots of it. The happy afternoon buzz in the head. Led Zepplin. Elvis and Hysteria. Ma. Blink again. More of The Lunatic Express.

Storytelling. Awesome Barbecue lunch. Fresh air. Woofs, nips, licks, barks and wagging tails. Art. Baba.

Much appreciated. All of the above.

:)

Maggie and Milly and Molly and May

Maggie and Milly and Molly and May
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and Maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles,and

Milly befriended a stranded star
whose rays five languid fingers were;

and Molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

May came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose(like a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves we find in the sea

- E. E. Cummings

Fifty Ninth Street Bridge Song

Slow down, you movin' too fast
You gotta make the morning last
Just kickin' down the cobblestones
Lookin' for fun and
Feelin' groovy

Hello lampost
Whatcha knowin?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'
Ain'tcha got no rhymes for me?
Doo Bee Doo Doo,
Feelin' groovy

Got no deeds to do
No promises to keep
I'm dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me...
Life, I love you,
All is groovy

Catch it here

I wish I could hold onto this feeling every day! :)

When you touch the third bottle, you figure that this isn't fun anymore. It's good that one part of your life has been packed up but you haven't a clue about the present. One guards you all the time. One overflows with "buddiness". All you want is a random conversation. Till the next evening you sit down to reassess your life. Have your values taken a backseat? Has all that self control gone on a holiday? You would like to believe the good things still exist. But this won't be the first time that you've been accused of living in a pretty little bubble. "Let's spread some love and joy" Nah, doesn't work that way. "Mixed signals" get passed around like a warm pillow.

Annoying.

Maybe some reflection would do you some good.

What say, monk who sells pianos?

P.S. At 40, the wedding's on.

What can you say about a twenty-five-year old girl who died?

That she was beautiful. And brilliant. That she loved Mozart and Bach. And the Beatles. And me.

As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine...