Describe your ideal week.
It’s odd, I freeze, pause for what feels like an eons worth, staring at the blank screen trying to think…to ponder of a hypothetical dream of a week I wish I had. Here’s the thing…I truly have very little idea of what I’d do. An ideal week has me feeling guilty ridden as I don’t feel I’d have the people I’m connected to in such a situation. Now does that make me the asshole? So I’ll give it my best. Let’s see if you can guess the truths from the lies hahaha.
Monday: I wake to silence and take a quick shower. I do my rapid work out and heat up a microwavable breakfast sandwich, coffee and take to writing poetry for the first half hour or full hour to the start of my day in silence. Later followed with more coffee and loads of water, some painting and time with my little man. Dinner from the grill, shrimp and chicken kabobs. Late night crime series extravaganza.
Tuesday: The morning starts with Sweet Ella’s pastries; a bakery for the gluten sensitive that always happens to have the right treats for the day. Then, of course, more coffee. Followed by perhaps a Dagwood sandwich created by self to convey the monumentous week that I imagine to be a great week. Followed by more art, a step into economics because, well, school never ends hahaha.
Wednesday: it’s therapy day, so this one would encompass my son fully. To that id wake up slowly, stretch, do some Tai Chi, write something, perhaps another poem and start a quick sketch of a face while I have my son bathe and ready himself for the day. Therapy then home then more therapy. Rounded up with a Chick-fil-A date of the three of us then back home.
Thursday: Thursday, Thursday, we knock the tree.
So there is a small tree about 15 feet high and likely 13-14 feet wide. it’s a tree with small crab apples that it sproute and my son has managed to figure out that if you whack the tree and tug at the branches, it’ll drop these crab apples. He finds it utterly pleasing and today will likely be the day that he’ll hit the last of them and become quite frustrated. We’ll see. But watching his face lighten up with every crab apple hitting the concrete will bring pleasure enough for years. I’m not one who needs much in life to enjoy.
Friday: today will be my writing day. Leave me alone. Let my music ring let my pencil scribe, let my fingers tap at the keys to write and write and write. Just let me be and don’t mind if I have copious amounts of coffee, again.
Saturday: Meet day with John for the Memoirs. We’d have a breakfast at Julian’s, we’d share our weeks worth of memories and casually talk about what’s planned after we leave the restaurant. To which would always consider the memoirs and that would envelop most of the day while we plan, move this, edit that, and compile, stack, stamp and leave for another week.
Sunday: Rest and relaxation. Legitimately the day of R&R. Don’t bother me I’ll see you next Tuesday. 😁
C’est La Vie
Good night and good morning, good morning good night. Thank you for your support and you’re coming back again and again. May your day be joyous and may the night be Bliss a complete and total Bliss.
NOSCE TE IPSUM
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