Blue

I just love this song.  So here it is, with the lyrics.  Always was my favorite color.  Enjoy.

Blue
Songs are like tattoos
You know I’ve been to sea before
Crown and anchor me
Or let me sail away
Hey Blue
And there is a song for you
Ink on a pin
Underneath the skin
An empty space to fill in
Well there’re so many sinking
Now you’ve got to keep thinking
You can make it thru these waves
Acid, booze, and ass
Needles, guns, and grass
Lots of laughs
Lots of laughs
Everybody’s saying that hell’s the hippest way to go well
I don’t think so,  but I’m
Gonna take a look around it though Blue
I love you
Blue
Here is a shell for you
Inside you’ll hear a sigh
A foggy lullaby
There is your song from me

FIB No. 1: Color Splash

stained-glass

Bright

sun

shines through

the stained glass

In doors and windows

Splashing color across the floors.

This is my first attempt at the Fib poetry form.  A Fib must follow the Fibonacci Sequence.  A shout out to trE, at a Cornered Gurl (https://simplesoulsister.com/) for introducing it to me.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture taken by me of my front door window.  Stained glass by my younger sister.

Late Sunday Afternoon

This morning, I got dressed, changed the sheets on my bed, vacuumed, and intended to go for a walk. On the spur of the moment, I called a woman, an acquaintance, I’d met a few times and asked her if she’d like to go with me. We are both single, I know she dates once in a while. We are both new here, she moved from Maine, me from CT. We are similar in that we both have made the move by ourselves, on our own. She answered sure, she’d love to. Why didn’t I come to her house, and park there and we could walk past the marinas to Clam Bayou, which is a nature preserve not far from the center of town.

So, I did! We walked about 2 ½ miles to and through the Bayou. It’s a beautiful day, temps around 77°. There’s a stiff wind blowing out of the East, and we were grateful for it, because it really was keeping the temperature down. It was nice to get to know her better. Nice to expand my friend base. After we got done walking we walked a few more short blocks to the center of town, and got breakfast, well, brunch, at an outdoor cafe, and listened to my friend Gary play the keyboard. He came over to our table to say hi. Told us that a man sitting on a bench listening to him identified himself as a piano teacher. Gary is self-taught, and doesn’t even read music. The guy was quizzing him, lol. Gary was a little um, taken aback. He just plays for tips, they don’t even pay him. So he certainly doesn’t expect to get tested!

It is so nice to sit outside, eat, and listen to music. I had a mango mimosa too! Mmmmm.

I came home, determined to start work on my taxes. Which I did. I got most everything together that the accountant needs. I have a mess of documents I brought down here now, that need to be sorted through, filed, and put away in some semblance of order. That’s a job for tomorrow. LOL.

In the middle of it, my son called. First he told me his father has called him like 5 times in a row. I said, “He hasn’t called me, did you listen to his voice mail?” (I knew if it was really important his father would have called me.) Son replied, “I just got my new iPhone 7 yesterday and I haven’t set up voice mail yet.” I said, “That’s probably why he called so many times….he wanted to leave a voice mail.” Son said he’d set it up this afternoon. Then he said he wants to make himself a good dinner tonight, because he has time to. And that suddenly hit me, I don’t know why, how much I missed him. I used to always try to make a decent meal on Sunday night, because we were both usually home. Something that would give us leftovers for the upcoming week. I really miss those routines we had, all those years together. Unspoken. We didn’t even think about them….but we had them. Now our routine is phone calls.

I know I’m really blessed that he stays in such close touch with me. It’s just, he’s alone, I’m alone, on a Sunday afternoon, a Sunday night….I miss him. He’s making his own good dinner tonight, and I’m glad he is, but I wish I was making it for him. There are some things about my old life that I just really miss.

However…..then reality hits me…. Going through my tax docs, from the sale of my old house, the purchase of my new house, I paid $5723 in property taxes on my old house last year. Is that ridiculous or what? My tax bill down here was about $1400, and next year with my Homestead exemption probably about half of that. So…here I am, dealing with my son having a new life, me having a new life, because there’s no way to pay those kind of taxes, even if I’d had no mortgage, which I had, and retire. And I didn’t even pay them for a full year! That was just through September! Crazy….. Even if I’d not minded winter….I couldn’t have done it.

I did make some baked egg custard this afternoon. I have some good fruit, including another fresh papaya from the community garden, and fresh strawberries to have with it. And some whipped cream, lol. It will be a good dessert.

I haven’t heard from L today, but he told me he was going to be with his kids, creating loan docs and corporate by-laws, so I know he’s really busy today. And the day’s not over yet, lol.  Like I said, I don’t need to hear from him every day, just regularly. Sometimes I contact him first, if it’s been a couple days, just to stay in touch. Trying in a low key way to just let him know I’m still keeping dinner warm, lol.

So, all seems to be well, this Sunday afternoon. I had a nice productive day. Even though I miss my son, I’m happy. Love and light, all.

A Song at Dawn

breeze-at-dawn

Do you not love the sunrise?
Golden dawn,
Or cloudy skies, no matter.
A new day,
A new chance
To get it right.

As the dawn breaks the dark,
a fissure opens in the soul
Letting in the new light.

Harsh words spoken yesterday
By me, or to me
Are now behind me.

Today,
in this rising light
We can try again
To be the person each of us wants to be.
We can try again,
To honor ourselves
And those we love,
To let the past go with loving kindness,
To welcome this moment
And all the moments to come,
Fully into our lives.

The first ray of light comes
And illuminates the darkness.
Listen to the birds songs
Welcoming the day.
Be like them,
And sing your song to the dawn.

To be sure, I love the sunrise.  Lately, I have not seen it, but it awakens me despite my deep slumber.  I saw this Rumi quote this morning, and it described how I felt upon waking to the sunlight filtering through my curtains.  This is my attempt to share that emotion with you.

By Deborah E. Dayen

Picture by Google Images

End of the Day

I felt so much better today. Just tired, but really pretty good. My jaw is tender, and swollen, but not really in pain. So, I took a nice long hot shower. I put on a skort and a t-shirt and took a nice long 2 mile walk on the waterfront.

It was blowing like a bear, out of the north, and actually was a bit chilly. I was fine, because I was walking pretty fast trying to burn calories. Still it was beautiful, a cloudless sky, not too much traffic for a Saturday, foot or automobile. The tide was really low, as seen in this photo. This is not the main beach. The main beach, vollyeball courts, and pavilions are on the other side of the building on the far right.

the-beach

When I came home, I made a grocery list and went to the store. I am dying to make some veggie lasagna, so got all the stuff for that. Maybe Monday or Tuesday. I have to plan something to make for Lou when he gets home, which it looks like will probably be another 2 weeks. And of course, one of my besties from CT will be here visiting me right about then.

He is Italian, and I am not good at Italian food. I mean, it’s all about the sauce, right? In CT there is a half an aisle at the store dedicated to sauces. Here there is a space about 10′ long. I suppose that a pre-made sauce is not the best thing to try for a first meal anyway. I’m not going to experiment on the first meal I make for him. Baked stuffed shrimp, or shrimp in garlic sauce. Maybe with some scallops added in. I know he likes seafood. When he told me he’d be staying longer, he said, “then I quit and I’m coming to Florida and have that dinner.” I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll keep dinner warm.” I think he’s anxious to return, as soon as he can.

I guess it’s all about the food, lol. At least for now. Tomorrow is dreaded tax day for me. I am going to try to get my information together so I can send it off to my financial guy. I usually use Turbotax, but not this year with the buying and selling of houses. I don’t want to screw that up.

Time to call it a day. Love and light, everyone.

Picture taken by me, today.

The Antidote: General Gratitude Session

This morning was the bitch session. I said I’d try to come back later with a list of things I’m grateful for.

  1. For Ibuprofen. Because it helped my headache and my swollen sinuses. Yay.
  2. For Merlot Bellavita cheese. It is SOOO good.
  3. That I live 1.5 miles from the beach and can go there every day.
  4. That I heard from L.
  5. That I have enough money to pay for my groceries.
  6. And put gas in my car.
  7. For my son who has called me twice today, for my friends who have kept in touch, or even not, they are still my friends!
  8. That I was able to buy this little house 1.5 miles from the beach, in this cool little town.
  9. That I’m retired.
  10. That it’s almost always sunny here, and above 70 almost every day.
  11. For my little deck, almost completely shaded.
  12. For my laptop.
  13. For the food that I prepared earlier this week so I don’t have to cook!
  14. That a friend from up North is coming to see me.
  15. For my sister and brother-in-law, and my other sister.
  16. That I have things that I’m passionate about.
  17. For music, art, writing
  18. Chocolate
  19. The color of the ocean
  20. Of course…the air I breathe, the water I drink, the spirit within me, and the one within you.

Thank goodness, this list is so much longer than this mornings! I am blessed indeed!

Love and light.

General Bitch Session

I have some general bitches this morning. Because, I can be a bitch, lol.  Please don’t take me all too seriously.

  1. I have had allergy problems for the first time in my life for the last 3 weeks or so. Now, the symptoms are gone, no more itching and sneezing. But it seems I have a sinus infection which is making it difficult to sleep because my nose is so stuffed up I can’t breathe through it. I cannot become a mouth-breather! UGH! It is not helpful to have the already present issue of my sore mouth. I’m on antibiotics for the surgery, so hopefully they’ll kill the sinus infection too.
  2. Which brings me to the fact that I have not slept well for 2 nights. I was sleeping so well, so much better than for the last 2 decades, and now I’m back to not sleeping so well. Which puts me in a bad mood. So I’m bitching. It will pass…as Juan says, This too shall pass. Not soon enough! I guess I should be grateful that it’s physical things keeping me up, and not emotional issues making my head spin in perpetuity.
  3. I am irritated that I feel somewhat censored in my blog again. It’s irritating, and not something I can live with for too long. Like a friend says to me, it’s not my problem how others react to my writing. Or maybe it’s not so much censored as stalked. Maybe both. Whichever it is, I don’t want to cause problems either. Writing is how I expel emotions, feelings, and thoughts I don’t want. I have to get creatively creative apparently, which seems like a lot of work, for zero sum gain personally. So much easier to just blurt things out and be done with them.
  4. Related to #3, I am also irritated at being accused of writing stuff I did not write. (This is specific to one person) For God’s sake, before I’m accused, maybe the facts should be checked! Not like every word I’ve ever published isn’t here to read. Fact check, people, (or person)! Just because our president doesn’t, or because you’re sick of fact-checking him, doesn’t mean you get to say whatever you want and then believe it’s true. Oh yeah, well Cheetoman does that too, doesn’t he?
  5. I scheduled two dr appt for the exact same day and time. I’d forgotten to put the first one in my phone. The second one I made at the end of the surgery Thursday, without even thinking about it and now I have to reschedule one of them. Grrr. In my defense, I was totally wasted when I left the dr’s office Thursday.
  6. It is chilly here this morning. I have a snuggly blanket over me as I write. I should be grateful, the temp will hit 80° today, but right now it’s not even 60° and my house is 67°. Brrr. I’m spoiled.
  7. I’m feeling impatient for L to get home, and that’s a place I don’t want to go. We are not in a place for me to make any demands, and I won’t. But damn, I just want to see him again. I know I will…..and I keep saying patience is my lesson this time. Which is way easier than the lessons of my last two relationships. But come on, I’ve waited a month…isn’t that enough patience?
  8. Oh, and the bugs.  I get rid of the bugs for like 2 days and then they show up again.  Florida is bug nursery, they just multiply exponentially.  I am sick of them.  Especially these little tiny things, so tiny I cannot even tell what kind of bug they are, but they can crawl through screens, and I find them on my kitchen counter, despite my best efforts and occasionally one just shows up on my computer screen.  They don’t fly, they are not ants, but they are the size, literally, of the period at the end of this sentence.  Imagine that period making way across your computer screen. It’s more than irritating, because when you go to swipe it off the screen, it makes the lap top flip pages, and leaves fingerprint smudges on the screen.  Grrrr.  Again.
  9. I am probably feeling like bitching because….I’m still coming off the Percosets. I am tired of my jaw hurting, which it’s going to do for awhile. I need not to feel responsible for someone’s interpretation or misinterpretation of what I write. I need a good night’s sleep. I’m feeling sorry for myself. I need better bug killer.  I need to get out of the house. I need to take a walk. I guess those last two are the same, lol.

Ok, I think that’s it for this morning. Sorry about my bitchy mood. I’ll probably be fine the rest of the day, since I expelled all this stuff. I will come back later and write about all the good stuff that I’m ever so grateful for.

Love and light, all.