IDES OF MARCH
A SIMPLE CUP OF COFFEE
Pleasure seeker that I am
was going to say hedonist
but it doesn't jibe with
a simple cup of coffee
For days I've wanted to
sit down somewhere
with a cup of coffee
and finally I got my wish
Welcome! said a smiling
Indian at Dunkin Donuts
near the Staples Shopping Center
Medium sized, black, no cream,
I said. In a moment my styrofoam
cup arrived. (Not recyclable,
I thought)
At home I placed it on my wooden
Ikea tabletop that once belonged
to Sean and then to Dan, pried off
the lid, stared at my favorite
elixir, inhaled, as if I were
Julie Christie in McCabe and
Mrs. Miller - she was an opium
eater who would stare longingly
into space -
and finally finally I took
a tiny sip. I looked at
my purple African violets
basking in the afternoon sun
on shelf.
Soon I knew everything would
look beautiful, so I carried
the steaming cup around the living room
then sat on the Red Couch marveling
at my good fortune.
A cup of my own.
***
I made the 11 o'clock free show at the HV Library of A STAR IS BORN, with Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper.
Right away I didn't like it. Rowdy characters, drinkers, druggies, foul language, disrespect for women. I waited half an hour for it to get better. When it didn't, I pulled off my driving glasses - to see better up close - got my backpack from under the seat - and stiffly walked out.
When I told Mom about it she said she probly saw the original with Janet Gaynor, tho she didn't remember it.
Told her I am reading BECOMING by Michelle Obama and that it's very good. She asked me if it deserved to be a best seller. Absolutely, I said. Good question, Mom.
Finally talked to Nancy across the street. She was on her front porch sweeping. I had walked up the hill in clogs, not the best of shoes, and we talked about half an hour. Her daughter Linda broke her back. Nuffin to do about it but rest and go for physical therapy.
Then we shared stories of the dead. I couldn't think of the name of the Adams' family dog. Daisy.
***
76 degrees, said Blitz Nicholson of WRTI-FM. "I just like saying that," she said.
***
WHY I'M GLAD I WENT OFF FACEBOOK. Stealing my data is one thing, but, of course, anytime I go online, they've caught me like a wiggly fish in a net. Fine. I've gotten used to that. There are a few folks I miss. Carl Yeager. Bill Hess of Wasilla AK. C'est ca.
What I really can't stand is the mockery on FB. People make fun of everything. In words, certainly, but also in images.
In 40 minutes dinner will be ready from Scott. He's getting his second floor deck Eand got the final total from Bob's Home Improvement. Bob came over today to take a look at my roof. I signed a contract to get it done. He'll get the paperwork from the Township.
***
On page 300 of Becoming by Michelle Obama there was a sentence of import on the day of their inauguration: Barack and I felt a kind of sweet relief (in their Beast, limo). We were the first family now but we were ourselves.
FACEBOOK FRIENDS I highly recommend this book.
When I read those words, I had an idea for my next short story. "We were ourselves."
***
A SIMPLE CUP OF COFFEE
Pleasure seeker that I am
was going to say hedonist
but it doesn't jibe with
a simple cup of coffee
For days I've wanted to
sit down somewhere
with a cup of coffee
and finally I got my wish
Welcome! said a smiling
Indian at Dunkin Donuts
near the Staples Shopping Center
Medium sized, black, no cream,
I said. In a moment my styrofoam
cup arrived. (Not recyclable,
I thought)
At home I placed it on my wooden
Ikea tabletop that once belonged
to Sean and then to Dan, pried off
the lid, stared at my favorite
elixir, inhaled, as if I were
Julie Christie in McCabe and
Mrs. Miller - she was an opium
eater who would stare longingly
into space -
and finally finally I took
a tiny sip. I looked at
my purple African violets
basking in the afternoon sun
on shelf.
Soon I knew everything would
look beautiful, so I carried
the steaming cup around the living room
then sat on the Red Couch marveling
at my good fortune.
A cup of my own.
***
I made the 11 o'clock free show at the HV Library of A STAR IS BORN, with Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper.
Right away I didn't like it. Rowdy characters, drinkers, druggies, foul language, disrespect for women. I waited half an hour for it to get better. When it didn't, I pulled off my driving glasses - to see better up close - got my backpack from under the seat - and stiffly walked out.
When I told Mom about it she said she probly saw the original with Janet Gaynor, tho she didn't remember it.
Told her I am reading BECOMING by Michelle Obama and that it's very good. She asked me if it deserved to be a best seller. Absolutely, I said. Good question, Mom.
Finally talked to Nancy across the street. She was on her front porch sweeping. I had walked up the hill in clogs, not the best of shoes, and we talked about half an hour. Her daughter Linda broke her back. Nuffin to do about it but rest and go for physical therapy.
Then we shared stories of the dead. I couldn't think of the name of the Adams' family dog. Daisy.
***
76 degrees, said Blitz Nicholson of WRTI-FM. "I just like saying that," she said.
***
WHY I'M GLAD I WENT OFF FACEBOOK. Stealing my data is one thing, but, of course, anytime I go online, they've caught me like a wiggly fish in a net. Fine. I've gotten used to that. There are a few folks I miss. Carl Yeager. Bill Hess of Wasilla AK. C'est ca.
What I really can't stand is the mockery on FB. People make fun of everything. In words, certainly, but also in images.
In 40 minutes dinner will be ready from Scott. He's getting his second floor deck Eand got the final total from Bob's Home Improvement. Bob came over today to take a look at my roof. I signed a contract to get it done. He'll get the paperwork from the Township.
***
On page 300 of Becoming by Michelle Obama there was a sentence of import on the day of their inauguration: Barack and I felt a kind of sweet relief (in their Beast, limo). We were the first family now but we were ourselves.
FACEBOOK FRIENDS I highly recommend this book.
When I read those words, I had an idea for my next short story. "We were ourselves."
***
My downstairs laptop is FIXED.
It was free due to a promotion.
UBER is picking me up around 12:30 pm.
So amazing that now I'm here on Friendly Dusty Red Couch and in 90 mins I'll be at the Annenberg Center of the University of Pennsylvania.
Went to Mom's hoping she'd enjoy painting with KWIK STIX. She had no interest but I painted this TREE OF LIFE.
To the concert I'm wearing this top plus black n white pants, a gift from Ada, in a herringbone tweed.
Did I tell you I went shopping earlier today? Bringing a list is tres important.
At the orders of my diabetes doctor I'm losing weight.
Doubt I'll be able to fit into my size 5 white thigh-length wedding dress from Evan Piccone.
To the concert I'm wearing this top plus black n white pants, a gift from Ada, in a herringbone tweed.
Did I tell you I went shopping earlier today? Bringing a list is tres important.
At the orders of my diabetes doctor I'm losing weight.
Doubt I'll be able to fit into my size 5 white thigh-length wedding dress from Evan Piccone.
Who painted the masterpiece next to you?
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