A listless poem of love sincere // Desire, despair // Overlapping melodies
I think I'm going to officially start the 'What I would do if I were President' list right here right now. It starts with:
1.) Fix the madcap light at the corner of Airport and M-59 in our fair Waterford.
2. ) Mornings are hereby illegal.
And the most recent brainchild of Isaacs + myself while watching (or maybe the better verb being 'surviving' Fantastic 4 with the fellers)
3.) "If I were Pres, I would stipulate that every movie/film end with the triumphant (and original, song and all) Endor celebration with Lando, Han and the rest from 'Return of the Jedi'."
Gradual changes at Grover's Corners really. Last weekend, Waterford held it's annual 'Lakefest', more recognizable under it's alternate title 'Let's put on bathing suits, get sauced, blast (illegal) fireworks off of boats and get loud". And flirt too. After not finding a b-room, thus changing into my trunks in my car (be calm, ladies) and setting sail, it was almost all bets off with guys and girls; spinning game, stealing naughty glances and quite literally spanking each other. I struck my "stranger in a strange land" pose in the back until we weighed anchor at this small patch of an island. There two bulldogs swam up to us, Isaacs and I swept 3 games of chicken vs. our friends Brubaker and Gailand and managed to plunge the boat nose first into someone's wake to the extent that the pontoon's motor came out of the water and people were diving into the waters to retrieve the alcohol overboard.
I'm sure, as you have doubtfully reached this point before switching this to yahoo! or something, that you have spent many restless nights waiting for more strange words from my noggin/heart (sarcasm), it has only been that with one of our meager 4 person pool of workers out on the vacation, I've been a working class dog the last few days. Never has the CLICHÉ "Maybe I should bring my sleeping bag here and save the trouble" (btw, a clichéd retail phrase maybe only bested by the "If it was a snake, it would've bit me!" & the "Have a good one!", the latter of which is worryingly working its way into daily speech....) been more applicable. It has however provided a few lighthearted moments, as it always seems to when needed. I am more convinced by the day that I need to create a webpage dedicated to/titled "The Tao of Chuck" my beloved elder Pharmacist who seems to be an infinite supply of quick witted/barely inappropriate humor, as was the case when a particular Sonny & Cher song earned the lightning quick and then it was gone "Sonny Bono.... the only time the sap went into the tree." Also the Pharmacy seems to reinforce, just at the right time, my hidden care of maternal love. Really more than my (NOT FETISHED) smile towards pregnant women (something about creating life, that's as far as I'll go about putting myself on the couch and going Freud on it), but also when a Mom walks a young child up to the counter and guides them through moral things like saying "Hello" and smiling and (after a colorbook is presented) "Thank you" and "Bye Bye!". I really like that.
It's that 'most wonderful time of the year'... sort of. I go through this phase of about a week and a half of literal 'Christmas in July', and it's always on my mind, and you have to pry Vince Guaraldi's melancholy/lovely 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' soundtrack out of my stereo with a crowbar. I've made all apologies to anybody co-pilot in my car (what does it mean really? Maybe I should go back to the couch I just walked away from last paragraph, any Psych. majors out there?), mostly everyone just giggles at me. Whatever, I'm happy. Tonight was just the happiest day this summer.
1.) Fix the madcap light at the corner of Airport and M-59 in our fair Waterford.
2. ) Mornings are hereby illegal.
And the most recent brainchild of Isaacs + myself while watching (or maybe the better verb being 'surviving' Fantastic 4 with the fellers)
3.) "If I were Pres, I would stipulate that every movie/film end with the triumphant (and original, song and all) Endor celebration with Lando, Han and the rest from 'Return of the Jedi'."
Gradual changes at Grover's Corners really. Last weekend, Waterford held it's annual 'Lakefest', more recognizable under it's alternate title 'Let's put on bathing suits, get sauced, blast (illegal) fireworks off of boats and get loud". And flirt too. After not finding a b-room, thus changing into my trunks in my car (be calm, ladies) and setting sail, it was almost all bets off with guys and girls; spinning game, stealing naughty glances and quite literally spanking each other. I struck my "stranger in a strange land" pose in the back until we weighed anchor at this small patch of an island. There two bulldogs swam up to us, Isaacs and I swept 3 games of chicken vs. our friends Brubaker and Gailand and managed to plunge the boat nose first into someone's wake to the extent that the pontoon's motor came out of the water and people were diving into the waters to retrieve the alcohol overboard.
I'm sure, as you have doubtfully reached this point before switching this to yahoo! or something, that you have spent many restless nights waiting for more strange words from my noggin/heart (sarcasm), it has only been that with one of our meager 4 person pool of workers out on the vacation, I've been a working class dog the last few days. Never has the CLICHÉ "Maybe I should bring my sleeping bag here and save the trouble" (btw, a clichéd retail phrase maybe only bested by the "If it was a snake, it would've bit me!" & the "Have a good one!", the latter of which is worryingly working its way into daily speech....) been more applicable. It has however provided a few lighthearted moments, as it always seems to when needed. I am more convinced by the day that I need to create a webpage dedicated to/titled "The Tao of Chuck" my beloved elder Pharmacist who seems to be an infinite supply of quick witted/barely inappropriate humor, as was the case when a particular Sonny & Cher song earned the lightning quick and then it was gone "Sonny Bono.... the only time the sap went into the tree." Also the Pharmacy seems to reinforce, just at the right time, my hidden care of maternal love. Really more than my (NOT FETISHED) smile towards pregnant women (something about creating life, that's as far as I'll go about putting myself on the couch and going Freud on it), but also when a Mom walks a young child up to the counter and guides them through moral things like saying "Hello" and smiling and (after a colorbook is presented) "Thank you" and "Bye Bye!". I really like that.
It's that 'most wonderful time of the year'... sort of. I go through this phase of about a week and a half of literal 'Christmas in July', and it's always on my mind, and you have to pry Vince Guaraldi's melancholy/lovely 'A Charlie Brown Christmas' soundtrack out of my stereo with a crowbar. I've made all apologies to anybody co-pilot in my car (what does it mean really? Maybe I should go back to the couch I just walked away from last paragraph, any Psych. majors out there?), mostly everyone just giggles at me. Whatever, I'm happy. Tonight was just the happiest day this summer.
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