Oh yes, we like numbers, like to know things, what’s what and where everything is and who’s accountable...and who’s not here, and when will we know different. Humans are always waiting for something, and some things are often late. Oh how I would love to call those people our late government...the previous rulers, the worst in history. Ah, we already use the latter. And still they rise – we just can’t get rid of them. Distractions apart, I and we are counting the days that refuse to show us what’s exactly what...of course, there is a little problem with the exactness of the situation, but to use an Americanism here, some ball-park figures of the moment would go a long way to soothe those pacing, searching for information and recognition. So it evolves, though, into what?
The cat looked at the king-sized bed and said, ‘Thanks for thinking of me...you can have the throne. I’m worn out with the hardness of it, and the public passing and passing as if I wasn’t there. Now here’s a place for important thoughts...leave me while I wash. I feel a curl deep in the bones of me – it’s a royal pain if I ignore it.’ If I had a cat I know it would talk just like that. Oh but the life of a cat is so superior to that of any royal, and considering the lack of stress and pressure; he/she can lick and lick at body parts whether camera-toting dolts are zooming in or not. So let the cat wear purple and fart on the throne or bed – no one’s being murdered. The land of Nod, a field of cream calls, its quiet quilting pulls me down, so I can fly, find the curl deep in my bones, sleep all day long.
It's, the end of my day off, hours away from voting day where one strata of the madness fades before the onslaught that is the result...dear universe preserve us. On the diet front, I've been Supergirl, my own hero, my own mistress constantly reminding myself that doctors need to know what's under the fat. Also, work has been done in the organising of poems for the new collection and I think I like the shape of it...at the moment. Surfing here, on the blue forum, is nice, kind of peaceful, a bit like sailing round the loch and wanting to land on spots to investigate an interesting headline. New schedules try to attract my attention, and I am planning to scrawl things on a big piece of card with great black letters to announce deeds (not chores) that I will successfully undertake regularly...soon...I will do just that.