No love like today,
Show us the way,
Feel the wind beneath our sail,
let us float to far off lands,
Leaving our troubles behind.
Climb the Fri-Yay Funday vine, never mind time.
Swing joyfully to the music and this silly diddly rhyme,
Leaving your monkey mind behind.
Throw us a life vest,
Cut the cord, anchor to the moon, as we drift off to never never land on or off tune.
Smell the aroma of coffee or chai tea fill your senses as you percolate,
That gives you the impetus to jump out of bed or tuck in where ever we land,
to peace and tranquility to give us a boon.
Photo by Park Troopers on Unsplash
Good Day Fri-Yay Funday Friends!
You know your spark plugs are low when you’ve offered the same table to 3 different people put forgot your mother wanted it. Of course your mother always has first dibs. Hear that kids? Who am I kidding, they don’t read me. And yes mom, you’re right, I need to slow down…… soon I promise.
I haven’t talked to my youngest daughter since Mother’s day except for a quick second when she accused me of not calling her on her birthday which was in June. How would any mother forget to call one of their kids on their birthday, will you tell me? They wouldn’t, end of conversation. “Of course I did ” I argued and the text went back and forth.” Yesterday we got a text from my daughter “Bhlat”, the one that’s getting married.
I did mean kids not cats but if you ever get a text from me I often use auto voice and it more often than not, it gets me into trouble.
The moral of the story is have 2 cats instead of 4 kids and you won’t call them the wrong name as often and you’ll remember who you’re calling.
Yesterday I had about 10 workers here which is a good day since you know I like “men at work”, which means my project is getting closer to the finish line. With so many interruptions I walked into my next client and she said “I thought I had the wrong day” and I said “why would that be?”
It turns out she had been waiting for me for 30 minutes and here I thought I was right on time. OMG I still can’t believe it. I’m in a bit of a time warp can you tell?
And I hate to say my mother is right but I admit it (aren’t they always? Hahaha)….. I’m on overload.
I’m off to P.T. early and then to drop off a Covid test for my 86 year old mom that says I think I have a little Covid. “Wait” I say, “you either have Covid or you don’t”. Did you test?
She says “no, well I have a sore throat and am coughing a lot with phlegm. I had to go to the bank, and the V.A. blah. And then she says “oh It’s over now, I don’t need to test”.
I’m like “mom, you can’t go off exposing people etc” and you need to rest. I’m not sure if she’ll take it or not so I may mask up and have to try to “force the issue” and better yet threaten: “You will not get the table mom and I will not slow down if you don’t comply, you got that mom?” She does read my post so now we have witnesses that most all agree with “mother dear”….. well, most of them anyway.
Have a great Fri-Yay and weekend! As for me, I’m going to take some of my own medicine and hit the pool and chillax on Sunday.
Keep laughing and loving and everything inbetween,
See you Monday!
Love the poem… Have a great day
thanks sooo much and you do the same!
Your content is so rich
Oh that’s sweet of you!! TY
Mine pleasure dear
Fun Friday- yay….reading your poem, one can sure feel the energy…awesome 😊
Oh aren’t you sweet.. thanks I’m late today and truly no clue what I’m gonna do but I’ll get there.. Happy Fun Fri-Yay to you Amber! 💖
Great poem. Funny about the birthday mishap but that shows that you may be burnt out. Slow down, Cindy. Sending love ❤️
Love this: have a nice day 🤗