Sweetest spot of the week,
Akin to reaching Mt. Everest’s peak,
The day to kickstart the wind down,
Easing the daily grind and work frown,
Anticipating two days of leisure,
Respite from deadlines and pressure,
Whichever day of the week that day may be,
Friday is what I dub thee.
That day has come to mean
The beginning of the beguine*.
Boléro (Ravel) – André Rieu:
A fast-paced thriller,
André Rieu’s YouTube shows,
Mushroom, cheese pizza.
Guarded by Jack O. Lantern;
Stop by the doorstep.
Pinched, red-rimmed eyeballs,
Gazing, rolling, spell-binding,
There for the picking.
Pluck one and pop it,
Genuine Halloween treat,
Feel the squishy lens.
Rolling ocean waves;
Sure way to serenity
With a seagull’s call.
Writing or reading —
Which desire to give into?
Torn between pages.
Eyes darting from the restaurant’s kitchen to the exit, Hobart is poised to leave before the server comes back. Timing is essential. So is nickel and diming and penny pinching. He earned the nickname, El Cheapo, for suckering his friends to pay for him until they wised up and dwindled to zero. No loss for him, as he saved time and energy by not having to scour for birthday and holiday gifts through lost and found bins in various places. Right now his goal is to dash out unnoticed. He considers changing his nickname to Dodger. It sounds more adventurous.
Never was a guest,
It just made itself welcome;
But I said farewell.
My feet are famous,
They’re like Ghandi’s and Frodo’s;
My sole claim to fame.
Next best thing to traveling,
Tasty feats ahead,
Simple and gourmet cuisine,
Can’t journey, will dine.
Sunday: backyard – Honey-mustard chicken
Monday: patio – Supreme nacho grande
Tuesday: dining room – Oven-fried fish with squid ink pasta and garlic bread
Wednesday: dining room – Chicken biscuit casserole
Thursday: patio – Deep dish pepperoni arugula pizza
Friday: dining room – Mung bean stew with nappa cabbage and pork rinds
Saturday: backyard – Pineapple chicken and vegetables stir fry