Odds and Ends No. 70


It is a bathrobe day.
It started on the way to choir
practice last night.

With a full weekend singing
schedule ahead of me, it is
my turn for the creeping crud.

I feel like an old Alka-Seltzer
TV commercial; I’ll spare you
the grizzly details as I knock

around my apartment like a
puck in a bumper game. Or
is it just my head?

When you are sick nothing
tastes right so I immediately
started my three “T” sick day

regimen. Tea, toast, and two
Tylenol. That would be hot,
sweet, and milky tea. And

back to basics white bread
toast to the burnt side with
margarine and grape spread.

Meds only today; the idea of
taking supplements in any
form or size is revolting.

When you are sick some things
sound good; normal food does
not. Like tuna. I gag at the

thought. But instant mashed
potatoes sound wonderful for
lunch with a touch of margarine,

salt, and pepper. It is the pork
sausage that I’d normally have
with it, that is causing me to

pause and think. Not sure on that.
And more hot tea of course. The
idea of coffee this morning seemed

metallic to me. So more tea. Maybe
if I leave out the mustard, I could
handle a sausage. I don’t even

want to think about food although
lunch is near. For those of you who
might think I’m on a Mac; I’m not.

I’m on my Yoga because I needed
to install a Vietnamese language
pack to continue work on my book.

Mac and I had a falling out.

Among other reasons, my gamer
has become my main laptop for
everything. I’m out from under

the insidious Apple umbrella and
back completely in my Google
and Windows world.

(Is there such a thing as Apple
and iPhone AA?)

The Mac force may be with you
but it will no longer draw me back
to the dark side.

A rotten 2017 slowed down my
editing process, but I’m back on
track now tweaking chapter six.

O well. Sausage followed by
sleep may work. Thank God for
hot tea and my old bathrobe.

 

Nothing Else


today might be described
as brain weary drink a lot
of water day

I’ve gotten half of things
half done and the other
half not done at all

my focus was gone
earlier and now the
day is gone

as I sit here recovering
from a few days of
high activity

and my massage today
I noticed some oil
still on my arms

immediately I thought
of you and that it is
your touch I long for

nothing else

Like Chicken


I’m in between old
and new. Exhaustion
is the norm these

days. An errand hit
at the end of the day.
on the way back I

started thinking
about dinner. More
specifically I thought

about chicken fried
rice and steamed pot
stickers. I found a

parking space and
walked in. “Take out?
He turned to grab the

bag behind him. “No.
I’m going to order.”
As soon as I said that

the take out guy
appeared. It was
taking him a while

to pay. Fong turned
to me, “Are you ready?”
I hesitated because

I thought he was busy
with the other guy.
Fong stared. I blurted,

“An order of shrimp
fried rice and an order
of steamed pot stickers.”

Fong nodded. Mr. Take
Out left. In the car my
brain was saying chicken

fried rice. But my mouth
said shrimp. Why I’ll never
know. Tired I guess. But

shrimp is okay. Fong
walked over to the table
near me. That guy ordered

sesame chicken. He’s
getting my chicken; he
probably wanted shrimp.

Fong walked back to the
kitchen and reappeared
with my order. I think I

waited less than five
minutes. I thanked Fong
and walked back to my

car. I wiggled through
the Friday rush hour maze
in the parking lot; then

shot into traffic still
wondering why I said
shrimp instead of

chicken. Didn’t take too
long to get back home.
I sat down at the table.

I could smell the food.
This was a rare treat!
I tasted the rice and

enjoyed the crunch of
the bean sprouts. Funny,
about the shrimp.

It tasted like chicken.