Well, another Friday night and another evening of prepping my life for moving forward. Hanging at the house doing chores and trying to get my shit together, listening to the radio and chilling out Shroomy style. I am getting the regular barrage of calls from buddies trying to figure out what is going on for the evening and shooting them all down like predators in a singles bar. Live band at the Watering Hole? No, but thank you. Latest movie release at the multiplex? Not tonight, thanks. Shoot some stick at the pool hall? Not tonight, man, sorry. You want some company, at your place? I appreciate it, but I'll pass this time.
Just me in my habitat. Nice to just unwind alone occasionally.
These are some of the things I'd like to do around my house...
and maybe a bit of this...
and I'd have to get a cat, which isn't likely, but maybe just so I could do this...
probably one of these instead...
and I wrote this recently...
One of Those Days
By stu pidasso
9October2013
I walk
tenderly about her
For
she is delicate today
I see
it in her body language
I know
what not to say
I know
the little things
That
will help to ease her pain
I pick
flowers in the garden
Brought
by the recent rain
I make
sure the dishes are done
And I
dust the up high stuff
I put
on some Jack Johnson
As his
music is not too rough
I
light the sandalwood incense
And
let the wisps flavor the air
Like a
cat she might hesitate
So
that I may stroke her hair
Her mood
hangs over the house
Like
gray clouds seeping mist
And at
some point I know
That
she’ll want to be kissed
If I
ease in slow and steady
As she
lays in the bed to think
She
may let me paint her toenails
In her
favorite pastel pink
But
before I deftly brush
the
polish on each nail
I massage her pixie feet
For an
extended spell
One
more day I sacrifice
The
time I have at hand
In
order to keep happy
The
prettiest girl in all the land
For
even with the occasional
Grey
and foreboding day
A life
time spent with her
Is
better than the other way
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