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November 2009 
What would make your day perfect?
Posted on Sep 3rd, 2009
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B.B.
B.B.
This is in Response to the Questions and Reflections for September 03, 2009:
Well it has started off oddly enough,waking a little disoriented and right on time.
Taking Moe to school only to come back and spy these divine benches ( although I know in furniture speak they are called something else...bite me)
and I sort a did the 360 over and over and I'm not someone who picks things up and collects ,then a neighbor came out and I said how lovely I found them ( note to self find another word besides lovely,use too much,use too much), I asked her if they were outside to be picked up by someone and she said that the gentleman just lost his wife and that he was getting rid of everything,and then she said it was such a sad story ,she was so young,part of me wanted to know what happened I'm weird that way I always want to know how someone died, morbid curiosity....I didn't ask and she said I should take them and I asked if she wanted one and she said yes I said o.k. we'll each take one of these not benches that weigh 75kgs at least and open into some sort of settee, I'm hot for this style and poof on my sidewalk....and poof in my living room. Going through swatches in my mind.
Then we went to the Italian bakery up the street to get some sweets for after dark and the owner showered my daughter with cookies and she giggled in pure delight,and she's beautiful especially in the sunlight in a white summer dress ,on a September morn,the air warm the breeze divine,the sun restorative,and her hand in mine,the chubbiness of it long gone but it still fits perfectly,a hand which will soon be five,a mother who breaths grateful.
Some days I can hold my breath and know that if I died that very moment I would have died amidst perfection, there is no recipe no steps to follow it almost invariably comes out of nowhere,the ordinary extraordinary and perfection well it is as hard to describe as the smell of nutmeg,you just know it when you smell it.
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wonderful! the smell of perfection, its taste…
Use the word lovely more often. Awesome, also, and divine and spectacular and magical and how about we all start saying wondrous a lot?
Every time I've moved and had nothing, things have come to me, sitting on sidewalks and donated by kind people and as I let go of things I always think that for someone else it will become a magical gift that appears at just the perfect time for them too.
Hold your daughter's tiny hand and say lovely for me, would you?
“there is no recipe no steps to follow it almost invariably comes out of nowhere”
How LOVELY! hehe
Grand, perfectly grand!
…and the after dark pastries were,ummmmm,divine,
Thank you for the lovely comments
Beebz-
You made my day perfect when you said “bite me”..
Darn I have sworn off emoticons or else I was going to leave a smiley face, instead my lips turned up at the corners and,well there is a sparkle in my eye, enjoy the week end Mudge
Oh there is a god after all - thank you for swearing off emoticons not that I ever noticed you using them but it's the principle of the thing. If Henry Miller and Proust and Hemingway (yeah, Hemingway was an asshole but damn he could write) could convey all that stuff without smiley faces, I just don't think we need them. ;)
Woot!
Jeannie I have kept very few books ,having given most of them away in the big cleanup of 2007, I kept Hemingway's “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,and Joyce's “The Dubliners”,short stories that I couldn't bear to part with. I sometimes imagine what it would be like to be holed up with Hemingway during a huge storm matching him drink for drink and listening while he recounted whatever he had to say ,and the conversation ends with him ripping me a new asshole for the emoticon use and then he passes out,and none to gracefully either,bits of food stuck to his beard and of course he would snore. Waking the next morning and him not saying a word for hours until he looks in the mirror and realizes that I shaved a smiley face into his beard,and hid all the bullets,the roar heard across the Keys,well maybe not… Woot ( nod to Mudge) to words that stay with us forever
Ho!Ho! B.B., I know it's all fictional,but I would love to be the fictional fly on the wall during that encounter! Then, after everybody got sloshed enough, somebody would open the screen door and I'd leave, and leave the embarrassing parts up to your imagination. Gets pretty steamy in Key West!
Steamy and naughty, although I have never been my imagination has,my imagination a series of flies on a zillion walls.
Sandi you're funny, I likey