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:
Image: C Mac
Good riddance to you!
Be kind, be well,
Make us love you . . .
[Listen to the brief but uplifting song below by Cabana Boy Q.]
X’mas 2020 (the song above):
Not so real
Pictures from a reel
This year’s Holiday feel.
Plates, silverware, and glassware shining bright,
Table all set, but no one to invite
To prevent a Covid-19 super spreader event,
Though feeling much discontent.
No great expectations this year;
Just a simple meal and tall glass of beer.
Side benefits to self-imposed quarantining —
Not doing massive cooking and cleaning.
Though most grateful to have technology
To spread my wishes and apology:
Sorry to say from miles away,
Have a ! Happy Thanksgiving Day
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.
Feet on sand,
Sun on skin,
Eyes on sky,
Ocean spray on hair,
Summer is here to stay
Only for this weekend and one more day.
Plateful of lobsters,
Transformed to classic delights,
Mac and cheese and rolls.
lobster mac and cheese