Doubting weather today : clouds,,,some showers and then suddenly there's the sun,,,hot,,,bright and making the wet world steam. It's sundayafternoon,and it's pretty quiet outside,,,the birds are having a siesta,,,por favor no ruido. A car starts ,,,and the humming noise blends in with the silence. Does one ever listens to all the sounds a day brings ? Neil Diamond wrote a song about it : 'What a beautiful noise,,,coming out of the street,,,,' The whole world is made of some sort of music,,,and I'm so gratefull I can hear them : the rooster at 4 am in the morning,,,the donkey that greets the moon ( I wouldn't know what else he would raise his rasping ,honklike voice at ) the frogs in the pond,,,a mosquito buzzing,,, Wait I draw the line there ! There is nothing as annoying as a mosquito looking for a warm spot of skin at 3 in the morning.
The smoke of my cigarette crinkles up,,,putting the screen of my computer in a bit of a haze,,,I smoke a lot,,,if you count the missing ' comfort-stressrelieving-healthhazardous 'sticks, when I put them away before I go to bed at night. But most of them easily smoke themselves and I am not picky,,,I let them, as the smell takes me back,,,to days long ago,,,when the world was easier, because I was a child then.
Thinking,,,making your brain rack up the beads on the abacus of past days,,,,trying to understand why what happened,,,,I think so I exist. It marks us as 'human beings' ,,,,or was that the ability to smile,,,to laugh ?
Most of my actions are born out of instinct,,,on what feels right or wrong,,,Logic was never my forté eventhough I had a serious crush on Mr Spock (not the man who told ya how to raise your kids but the Vulcan) . Logic people make me feel safe,,,they don't act out of character,,,you can count on them,,,they hold the world in their hands and knows what makes life tick,,,, I admire that,,,I love a neatly organized cabinet,,,and spoons where spoons should be : next to the forks and knifes and the lil spoons ,,,
Where do ya put the lil forks ?,,,mine are roaming, sometimes they visit the big forks eh,,,,but they feel kinda uneasy there,,,so they mostly snug in with the lil spoons...Nobody ever bothers the knifes,,,bit lonely they are, as a german sheppard in a poodle kennel,,,handy though to kill a big watermellon,,,
Pondering,,,I like that word,,,on a sunday afternoon,,,when it's quiet outside and only the clock chimes inside,,,nice word,,,better then thinking,,,,
