Happy Victoria Day ~ Long Live the Long Weekend
Yay! It’s a Two-Balloon Day!
Breakfast Blues
Mesmerized
by the slow flowing honey
he fashions one golden loop
on buttered toast.
Its impotence makes him weep.
His eyes close.
The wand slips from his fingers
and topples to the floor.
This weekend Trifecta asked for exactly 33 words, 30 of your own and three of the
following:
topple paradigm underneath
nerve honey loop
One Line Bad Book Reviews
It’s the sadly lacking reviews that are bad here. These are not necessarily bad books. I’m merely keeping a random record of what I’ve been reading. For my own amusement I guess, since I’m not exactly being a helpful librarian here.
Child of divorced parents grows up to be dysfunctional artist while making poor relationship choices and keeps us in suspense wondering which man is possibly the least likely to make her even more crazy than she is already.
Harold goes out to mail a letter to an old friend and just keeps walking, convinced that as long as he keeps going (for six hundred miles to deliver it in person), she will not die. He gets blisters, among other things. 
Obnoxious and self-centered book editor with lofty ambitions takes an entire book to figure out what he REALLY wants but it finally ends well so I guess that’s something.
Tragic car accident, memory loss, unhappy marriages, lovers separated by circumstances and bizarre complications, not to mention willful stupidity; ultimately unclear why they both don’t just run out into traffic and end the insanity.
Artistic and talented teenagers from New York meet at a summer camp and their lives unfold into adulthood and parenthood and middle-aged success and failure until none of them are really all that interesting anymore.
A novel about sisters named Imperia (Perri), Olympia (Pia), and Augusta (Gus) who continue their childhood role-playing for forty years without noticing how dumb that is.
In a small Lao village a woman is shot and killed during a burglary and burned at her funeral; three days later she is back in her house, now a clairvoyant who can speak to the dead. And after that it just gets weird.
This one I started and finished today. It’s a series of short yet poetic vignettes by Ru, a Vietnamese girl who goes from her palatial childhood home in Saigon to a crowded and muddy Malaysian refugee camp, and then across the ocean as one of the boat people to a new life in Quebec. I really liked this one. A few well-chosen words can paint the most vivid pictures.
Will the Real Me Please Stand Up
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good
She was very good indeed.
When she was bad, she was horrid.
(Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)
From Rarasaur and Prompts for the Promptless - Season 2 Episode 1: The Alter Ego
The Alter Ego, in Latin, literally means “Second I” or “Second Self”. It can refer to an opposite side to the personality within someone, or a counterpart like a trusted friend.
My alter ego is such a bitch. Angry, judgemental, sarcastic. My exact polar opposite, really. I am an angel of light, and she is a demon from hell. For the sake of clarity let’s call her Cheer Challenged, or CC for short. You know, so that nobody gets confused and mixes us up. Because she is not the real me. I’m surprised you would think such a thing.
Most of the time I try to keep her bottled and caged, locked in a closet or stuffed under the bed, because frankly she can be a pain in the ass to have around. I have learned to keep her sedated and soothed with meditation and deep breathing, and by letting her know point-blank that nobody likes her scowly face and pissy attitude. She rants and complains, stamps her feet, rolls her eyes and sighs excessively. She can hold a grudge for a very long time. She is full of angst and ennui. She is exhausting.
So why do I let CC stick around? Why are there days when we face the world together, joined at the hip? Why do I apologize for her, time after time, feeling remorseful and guilty after little Miss Mad has been out to play? A sane person would gag her with duct tape and drop her off a bridge.
Well here’s the thing. I rather admire how her stubbornness makes her strong. I want to agree with her when she announces that the world is full of idiots. (Because holy crap, if that’s true, we fit right in.) When she tries to curse and the swear words get all muddled and jumbled up and don’t make sense, it makes me laugh. Her snit fits are usually brief, and always funny. I think she is pretty smart, and insightful, and talented. Sometimes her jokes are witty, sometimes they’re unkind, mostly they’re just plain hilarious.
CC will never let me nominate myself for sainthood. We’re both too smart to think that could ever happen. CC has mellowed and become less volatile over the years, but I think she will always be around, helping me see both sides of things, making sure I don’t take myself too seriously.
The truth is, there are times when I quite like my dark side. I embrace my inner bitch alter ego because she is interesting, a little crazy, and very human .
I’m okay, warts and all. Just one of this earths idiots, trying to be very very good and a little less horrid every day.
Tomorrow Is Only A Day Away
All day I have been feeling lazy and uninspired. What a deadly combination. Tomorrow will be a better day.
Just Jazzy 102
“She was the most beautiful creature on Earth – her hair said so in that language only hair can speak.”
― Gabriel Bá, Daytripper
You can’t control everything. Your hair was put on your head to remind you of that.
All I Need Is The Air That I Breathe
English: Tilia sp. buds opening in spring. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Suddenly, almost over night, the leaves are appearing everywhere here. It feels like I’ve been waiting forever to see them this year. All that delicious green is exhilarating, almost breathtaking,
Would I know this if they were here year round? Probably not. This morning I looked out the kitchen window and this phrase popped into my head - peace came upon me. My brain has little storage areas for random song lyrics that zing themselves into my consciousness without warning.
This beautiful and timeless song was a big hit for the Hollies in 1974. Alfalfa sings it to Darla in The Little Rascals movie. It’s been covered by Phil Everly, Olivia Newton John, Julio Iglesias, Judi Collins and many others, including the Brazilian country group “Chitãozinho & Xororó” with Portuguese lyrics under the title “É Assim Que Eu Te Amo” (translated as “This is how I love you”). That last bit is straight from Wikipedia, not some random trivia I had floating about in my head. Yes, I’m relieved to hear that too.
Take a deep breath, have a listen. Realize you already have everything you need to be happy. And then get yourself out there and have a fun green day.
If I could make a wish
I think I’d pass
Can’t think of anything I need
No cigarettes, no sleep, no light, no sound
Nothing to eat, no books to read
Making love with you
Has left me peaceful, warm and tired
What more could I ask
There’s nothing left to be desired
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep
Sometimes, all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Yes to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe
Peace came upon me and it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel, go to sleep
