Hole in My Sock

There

is a hole

in the toe

of my sock

making

my tippy toes

chilly and cold.

Woe

is the girl

with the hole

in the toe

of her sock.

Suzanne

If I was a Whale

If I was a whale

And swam about the sea

I would eat all the little fishies

That ever bothered me.

One day at an old job, I was having lunch with some

co-workers and somehow we got on the topic of

"if you were a whale what do you think you would

actually think about? or do?"

Do whales think like we do? Or are they just swimming

around looking for food. Looking for a mate. Innately following

an inner call to migrate, back and forth with the seasons.

I decided that if I was a whale I would swim all over 

the world, visiting all the waterside countries 

and seeing all that I could. 

I believe that I would be able to feel the water washing

over me, perhaps even giving a feeling of flying.

hmmmmmm sounds loverly.

Purple Fluff

Have you ever woken up to something that shouldn't be?

Mine was purple fluff.

One morning I awoke from a strange dream. Some of the characters were

familiar faces but from different time periods in my life.

The premise of the dream was fading quickly and I couldn't hold onto it.

Hmmm, laid there and tried to catch it, but alas it was gone.

 I got up and went for a glass of water. As I was coming out of my 

weird dream fog, I started to look around and that is when I noticed it.

Purple Fluff.

All over the floor. Little bits of Purple Fluff. What the heck??

I looked around but couldn't see anything that could account for 

all this fluffy stuff. I got out my magnifying glass and looked at it closely.

Definitely a fibre of some sort. 

My mind started thinking of scenarios that would account for this.

Was there a Purple Sheep wrestling match while I was in dreamland?

I don't have any purple stuffies so that rules out toys coming to life at night and

having parties. 

Ohhhh, maybe it was a house hippo family that were fighting over a

fluffy purple blanket that they slept with. Those you never see. They are too 

good at staying hidden. Like the lochness monster. You know its there,

but can't confirm its existence.

Well if its a house hippo family, than I am ok with that.

I ate breakfast, checked my emails and then grabbed the vacuum. I had

decided that I really didn't want to know how the Purple Fluff got there,

so I sucked it up into the vacuum and will now attempt to forget about 

it. I have noticed though, my blue fluffy blanket has gone missing......

Suzanne

Fall

Fall

Autumn

Time for more

Layers

Warmth

Colours subdued

With a glimpse of brightness

Red, orange, yellow

Making me smile

As I walk along

Enjoying the show

Suzanne

Rain

I can hear the rain 

From my open window

A breeze blows in

A crows harsh words

Seagulls reply

The ground sighs

Finally some water

Suzanne

Ode To A Fruit Fly

Fruit fly fruit fly

How annoying you are

I have no rotting fruit

Yet there you are

Swarming my sink

Flying away as I come near

I clap my hands trying to get you

You're still there

You're everywhere

Go away now

Fruit fly

Suzanne

The sky, an ever changing thing of beauty.

The evening sky is an ever-changing never boring thing
of beauty. I wonder why we get such a variety??
There is one theory here.

I'm glad I moved here from Pluto

I was agonizing about getting out of my pjs and going out to the grocery store.(read here) The fact that it was nice and sunny was what finally clinched it for me. Got dressed and went out. WOW, the first thing I saw was this utterly bea-u-ti-ful sky...Of course I started snapping pics right away. At that moment I couldn't tell if the photos were good or not. Too much sun glare. Also, what kind of clouds are those?? I will have to google the answer to that one.(maybe the answer is here, still not sure) When I checked the photos after putting the food away, I was speechless! This one...such an amazing sky.
The world around never disappoints. I am glad I moved here from Pluto...another story for another day .

PJ's, appropriate to wear to the grocery store?

I am sitting here getting excited about starting a blog. Pick a name?? What do I write about? hmmmm but I should really get my butt in gear and go get some groceries....clean my apartment...prepare lunches for work.....see, mundane takes over....or I guess we could get all perspective about it and say....this is life, don't think of it a mundane, but small little adventures that fill our days.  

Another thought floats around my brain. I don't want to change out of my plaid flannel pj bottoms and go out...maybe I could get away with wearing this look to go get groceries...hmmmmm maybe if it were 6am instead of 11am I would be more confident on my musings...I know I have seen others in pjs out and about..my conflict is this-I obviously care what people are thinking about me, (I wonder about the people and why they decided to wear pjs out into the world) so what do I do...suck it up and go for it...but then wind up thinking do I even care what I look like?? I am single and this would definitely keep me on the single shelf, do I want to put an effort in and perhaps have a surprise encounter in a grocery aisle??

Wow, I am easily distracted.

But got a blog post done....now to go get groceries. 
The sun is shining.
Birds are singing.
Spring is on its way.

S