I know you think of me as an urbane boulevardier without a worry in the world but no, mes amis, you have no idea the pressure I’m under. It’s only 21 days ‘til we leave and I feel as if I’m in a vice right now. There are so many things to plan and of course the doofus’ I hang with are oblivious to the deadline, as usual.
They’re going about their usual stuff and nonsense, leaving me to get everything together for the holiday. But, you know I wouldn’t mind if, when we got there, they behaved like the adults that they supposedly are. Oh no, I end up with photos like the one here.
Of course, just when I was working up a nice little snit, Grams sat down next to me and started to rub my ear lobes. Nothing un-tenses me like rubbed ear lobes. It’ll all get done somehow. 21 days to go, [sigh]. In the meantime, Miss Scarlett (aka Grams) goes swanning about declaring, "Fiddle dee dee, I'll think about it tomorrow!"
On other fronts, the Snow Geese are heading back up north and they fly right by our door. They like to rest in a meadow near us, so we hear them everyday. “Open the back door, the honkers are coming through!” Big Guy will yell to no one in particular. It does sound as if they’re coming through the house.
We love to see them in the meadow, but we also love to sit out back and watch them fly overhead. They sweep across the sky in their v-shaped curves. I’m fascinated by them. It’s not just that they can fly, but that they can fly so far. Grams says that if I really want to fly; we could go kiteboarding down by the shoreline. Think I’ll let her do that, I’ll watch from the cliffs. She'd better not break anything before we leave.
I have noticed that she’s been looking longingly at her wetsuit lately. I suspect that she’s going to be using it soon. But I digress, I must pay less attention to the honkers and egrets and herons and the 2 doofus' and more to the preparations for Vienna and Italy. Did I mention that there’s only 21 days ‘til we leave?
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course
平和 に 働 き
(hewa ni hataraki: work for peace)
*That’s My Desire
To spend one night with you
In our old rendezvous
And reminisce with you
That's my desire
To meet where gypsies play
Down in that dim cafe
And dance till break of day
That's my desire
We'll sip a little glass of wine
And I'll gaze into your eyes divine
I'll feel the touch of your lips
Pressing on mine
To hear you whisper low
Just when it's time to go
"Cheri, I love you so"
"You're my desire"
Words and music - C Loveday, H Kresa