Category Archives: social

food coma

I’m eating dried Turkish Figs. A holiday Apple Pie leftover lingering in the refrig sure looked good to the eye.ÿ(like Momma used to make) The thought crossed my mind to come out of exile. It was a test. A batch of tangy homemade apple sauce kept me on the wagon. The figs are quite fine.

adjoining room

From the things that go bump in the nite department: I was stirred (0130 hrs.) by a pounding on the door next room over. The gal outside was pleading for the occupant to OPEN UP and when the feller inside finally obliged she laid into him. Thus, I was treated to a domestic disturbance for the next half hour. Everybody is sleeping quietly now.

monster garage

The Discovery Channel can be good entertainment. The task for this episode’s crew (an all female group — well, actually half were Rosie Riveter types and the other – SuicideGirls) was to convert an old Cadillac sled into a demolition derby entrant. They got real creative with some iron black widow spider-web treatment for the windows, knife like daggers for the tailfins and a massive steel cowcatcher grill guard. All of this hype looked really trick on the studio set but if you observed closely, all of their hard work and ornamentation was stripped off for the final event. Derby cars, aside from their safety fuel tank, race harnesses and required removal of bumpers and glass, must be stock.

poetry

All of us age in dimensions three

psycho’, bio’, and chrono’ logically.

Dominion we have over our thoughts.

Nutrition and excercise eliminate “pots”.

The calendar, I concur, is beyond control,

but if we never tell, who’ll ever know?

So please realize, as happiness you pursue,

how old you are is all up to you.

 

poem by  Estee 
(all rights reserved)

in motion

Velvet petaled flora
Of visual delight
You have usurped the darkness
Of each moonless night
Plundered crimson shadows
From every setting sun
Distilled ecstasy’s essence
And coalesced them
Into one
Experience
Called a rose.
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poem by Estee
(all rights reserved)