I both love and hate Sunday mornings.
\nTomorrow, it’s back to work. Back to the
\nComputer and
\nIf then
\nFor each
\nNext x.
\nEnd sub.\u00a0Sigh…
\nI both love and hate my work.<\/p>\n
Yesterday was Saturday,
\nAnd I’m old now,
\nSo, I slept.
\nDrank first.
\nTwo stiff gin and tonics.
\nAte first.\u00a0Pasta.
\nLots of PASTA.
\nAll because my head felt funny all morning.
\nNot my usual crunchy fare.
\nI both love and hate my body.<\/p>\n
I feel better today.
\nRested.
\nCleared of the Do Until
\nLoop boggled mind.
\nMaybe I’ll clean the kitchen today.
\nI hope.
\nIt’s been a mess for weeks.
\nAlong with this tiny little country cottage.
\nI both love and hate my house.<\/p>\n
Yesterday, I thought too much of my enemies,
\nAnd watched too much TV,
\nAnd lingered too long on Facebook
\nWith trivial arguments
\nOver the credibility of Bush
\nAnd my acting skills.
\nI won. I’m a natural they say.
\nI wish I were rich.
\nI both love and hate my enemies.<\/p>\n
I phoned my daughter.
\nShe wasn’t there.
\nWell, she was, but not with her phone.
\nNo, she probably had her phone,
\nBut it was on silent.
\nShe gets too many calls.
\nShe’s popular,
\nAnd smart,
\nAnd beautiful,
\nAnd talented,
\nAnd creative,
\nAnd works too hard.
\nChip off the old block.<\/p>\n
I thought of my son.
\nHe doesn’t speak to me,
\nAnd I don’t know why.
\nI’m weird, perhaps.
\nAnd a witch,
\nAnd an actress,
\nAnd a poet,
\nAnd not his grandfather’s child.
\nKidnapped – but he doesn’t believe it.
\nIn Vegas they\u00a0asked if I was his girlfriend
\nGambling for his 21st birthday.
\nEmbarrassing.
\nHis mother looks too young.
\nDamned skin care regimen!!<\/p>\n
My son is the apple of my eye.
\nMy daughter, the sweetest peach of my heart.<\/p>\n
I both love and adore my children.
\nMy children.
\nMy precious, beautiful, smart, perfect,
\nOne of a kind children.<\/p>\n
They are all I live for.
\nAll I’ve ever wanted in life.<\/p>\n
Except grandchildren….
\nAnd kisses
\nFrom little baby lips.
\nSweet 25% me baby lips.
\nI CAN”T WAIT!!!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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