thursday 1:28 p.m.

busy busy busy
all day long
feel like a
chicken with its
head cut off…
still a couple
of more things
to do…no rest
for the weary…

not complaining
about it…its
the stuff i do
and feel good
about doing it

Dedication To A Friend

A few months back, I contemplated whether to continue blogging, or throw in the towel and call it a day. One of the first to email me, to say she would miss the things I post, and what not. Another follower from my local area, more or less said the same thing.
Anyways, after a couple of weeks passed by, I decided to ease back into it. So I’m sure I made the right decision. With that said, I dedicate this post to Georgiann and her blog is https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com She has a wonderful blog, love her writing, and tells it like it is, as she doesn’t hold back. Please check out her blog, and tell her Don at a pondering mind sent you.

7:57 p.m.

approaching the hour of 8:00 p.m.

soon it will be getting

a public service announcement

from your friendly blogger

you know

wake up in the morning

enjoying the first cup of

coffee

open the laptop

to read and view

the latest news

lo and behold

come to realize

nothing has changed

everything is the same

not really surprised

but…you never know

a morning in the future

may stun the mind

saying that it is to

good to be true

that there is

a change…maybe

good

bad…or

in between

you never know

7:16 a.m.

pouring rain

a mug of coffee

a book to read

makes for

a perfect

start of

the day

a thought redux

what I don’t see, hear and/or know about doesn’t bother me, and I am fine with that. so with that said, all is well and good and I will leave it like that.

yup

72 years.. 5 months 5 days i’ve been circling the sun and it never gets old…and i don’t feel old…as age is only a number… so with that said…i plan on sticking around for quite some time

bummer

the table is all laid out with chef salad, a wedge of cheddar cheese, a plate of expensive cold cuts, and a bottle of red wine. with all the time she spent getting the food ready, the candles ready to be lit, her date nevertheless was a total slob… knocking stuff over, and … the evening turned into a bummer of night … she vowed never again … never

yeah

it sucks waking up

at 3:30 in the morning

because the bladder

was getting antsy

and then can’t get

back to sleep

I repeat: it sucks

9:32 a.m.

so I managed to take a walk, and I didn’t let the sun or the heat get to me. I managed to block it out, and it does help.

now come Friday & Saturday, both days will only be in the 60s, with on and off rain. I can deal with that.

8:49 p.m.

its been a long day

especially since

i’ve been

awake shortly

after 5:00 a.m.

not complaining

just saying

9:14 p.m.

it is evening

which means it is dark

the streetlamps are on

me…sitting on the couch

trying to think of what to

write along with the useless

drivel that i’ve been coming up with

maybe come tomorrow the brain

may produce something useful to

put into words

we’ll see what happens

4:17 p.m.

the afternoon

has so far

been a

blah …

blah …

blah …

lazy …

type of day

1:17 p.m.

early afternoon

took an afternoon walk

weather isn’t all

that great

light mist

which wasn’t that bad

8:44 a.m.

couch potato

using the laptop

instead of watching tv

or does it watch me

when its on

anyway…

living the comfy life

the only way

to be

9:17 a.m.

finished two crossword puzzles

the first one was online

the other in the newspaper

mission accomplished

3:38 p.m.

lazy day

idle time

no rush

to do

anything

that’s what

sundays are

all about

6:02 a.m.

up earlier than usual

and that’s okay

it gives me more

time to do

whatever I feel

like doing

life is good

1:58 p.m.

the sun did

not disappoint

shining brightly

with lots of

puffy white clouds

with that said

took a walk

on the boardwalk

which runs parallel

with the river

and its never crowded

which is a good thing

11:29 a.m.

got to see

blood work

results online

and my A1c

is 5.8 a

a glucose level

of 117

which is down

from the last test

earlier this year

the A1c then was

6.0 a level

of 125

so I feel good

knowing that

I’m doing the

right things

and eating right

and drinking

plenty of water

also no insulin

needed…which

is nearing two years

7:45 a.m.

saturday morning

rain is done

clouds are slowly

departing

looks like

a beautiful day

in the neighborhood

is in the cards

and so

think i’ll sit

and wait out

the heat

and sticky

feeling outside

and enjoy the

comforts of the a/c

and slake my

thirst with water

with a cup

or two of caffeine

so…. that’s what

i’ll do

and so

took a walk

in the heat

very few people

out and about

came home

dragging my ass

the a/c felt great

now i’m relaxing

knowing my

glucose reading

is excellent

tomorrow will

be hotter

do i dare to

venture out…

i’ll play it by ear

so

it is a saturday

it is june

it is hot

to hot for this time of the month

some say climate change is a hoax

i beg to differ

but no use arguing

with people in denial

then i ask myself

do people in denial

like being that way

or

do they live miserable lives

and

its sunday afternoon… sitting on the couch, tv is on… laptop across my thighs… going through emails… blog posts… doing digital crosswords… its a good day for it… as the rain is streaking at slanting angle… brewed some french roast coffee… so it will help me to function properly without getting sleepy eyed…

me

this is me writing

to me and to

me alone

me needs only

to know about me

and me is the one

to know anything

me is currently

doing besides

writing about me

which is amounting

to nothing but

empty words concerning me

so with that said

its me who wishes

all of you a wonderful

day knowing me wrote

this drivel

Philosophically Thinking

oh to be young again … nah. it would be nuts wanting to be of a younger age … i’m better off now, knowing what i know now from past and present experience, even though it is a known fact, that while i’m still at my age of 72 years, equals to the amount of times i spun around the sun …and so far i would say it was a fun ride, with some ups and downs thrown in for good measure…so here i am thinking or rather contemplating am i better off now, or was the past better…which could be yes/no/maybe…as i write this so-called essay on a philosophical thought, i would say that i like where i am right now…which is one second, a minute, an hour, a day…whatever…

Story Writers

A short story must have a single mood and every sentence must build towards it.

Edgar Allan Poe

okay so

today i am tired

why am i tired

when i slept

pretty good

even though when i

woke up in the

morning, i was still

groggy

then it could be

that i am tired

of being tired

if there’s such

a thing as being

tired of being

tired

oh well

at least i am while

writing this

so-called drivel

of a post

3:00 A.M. thoughts

3:00 a.m. in the Eastern Time Zone is dark, possible moon shining, and stars, not so many with all the light pollution, in the cities. To go along with the darkness, is silence, not 100% but close enough. And most people are sound asleep, and missing the all the goodness that 3:00 a.m. brings to the table.

how it works ~ satire

the words regurgitate from the brain, down into the spine, then down through both arms straight on to the fingers on both hands, in which they do their diligent job of typing the words, which have flown freely from its beginning of its journey. voila! the job is completed. the story is written.

surprise surprise ~ satire

just read my horoscope (Aquarius), and it said I will not see eye-to-eye with family, friends and relative. conversations can be rancorous, and one sided. best to keep a tight lip, and let the time of day move on.

Write Something

Since the old gray matter, aka the brain, seems to have gone on vacation. Its drawing blanks, so can’t come up with a scintilla of an idea of what to say, write, type, whatever. How long its going to be away, is anybody’s guess. Just don’t expect any postcards from it, saying wish you were here, you’d have a good time, yada, yada, yada. All I can say is, I hope you are having a good time.

3:00 A.M. ~ London

I’ve been wondering if anything exciting, bad or both happened in London, England, at 3:00 a.m.. GMT. Are there people up and about, and what were they doing, probably some things not wanting to know about.

3:00 A.M. ~ Quick Fiction

A hot and humid night in the city. People without a/c, having a hard time trying to get any sleep. Some of them choose to go outside, sitting on the stoops at 3:00 a.m. They see there are quite a few of their fellow citizens, doing the same thing. Talking and watching the few cars and trucks pass their homes. After a while some will go back inside, and give sleep another try, knowing in a couple of hours, some will be off to their jobs, and others call in sick.

3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction

It’s a feeling Tom relishes in life. Driving on the interstate at 3:00 a.m. He loves the freedom of the open road, considering he is one of the few cars, along with the tractor trailers, doing the long haul. When he is cruising at the set speed control, he pops in one of his favorite jazz cds, and it keeps him in a relax state of mind.

3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction

The strong gusts of wind woke Joann from a sound sleep. She peered at the clock, and it was exactly 3:00 a.m. She got out of bed, and the hardwood floor felt cold. She checked the thermostat, and it was 63 degrees. She turned on the heat, went the bathroom to do her business, and when she was done, and the heat never went on. She checked the thermostat to see if she set it to the right temperature. So her next move was to check the oil tank, and lo and behold, the thank was empty. She went back upstairs, and called her oil company she does business with, and told them she was out of oil, and could they send someone to her home and make a delivery. The woman at the oil company said they can make a delivery within an hour, and there would be a $50.00 surcharge. She asked why about the charge, and she was told that it was off hours, and they had to pay the driver time and a half. If she didn’t want to pay the charge, then she would have to wait till 8:00 a.m., or shortly there after. She decided to have them deliver the much need oil, and vowed never to let it happen again.

When the new heating season begins in the fall, she will have automatic delivery, and so she will never have to go through without oil, ever again.

3:00 A.M.

A brand new month is upon us. March, which has 31 days, means there are 31 3:00 a.m.s. Anything may or will happen at that early hour of the morning. Its a wait and see, or beware of the unknown.

3:00 A.M. – Short Fiction

It was one those nights, Ned was tossing and turning, and restless. He looked at the alarm clock, and it read 3:00 a.m. He decided to get up, put his clothes on, grabbed his keys and cigarettes, and went for a walk. The air was warm, and the stars were shining. It felt good to walk in the quiet solitude, of the tree lined street he resides on.

When he returned home, he felt like a new man, and the stroll helped clean out the cobwebs in his head. After all was said and done, Ned went back to bed, and before you know it, he was out like a light.

3:00 A.M. The Village Square -Short Fiction

The village square is for the most of the time, relatively dead, that you can hear a pin drop on the steel grating. But on this early morning hour at 3:00 a.m., accompanied by a full moon, and a few scattered clouds creeping by, something odd was happening. There were a pack of dogs chasing a man. His face was panic stricken, and hollering for help, but no one bothered to call the local sheriff.

Two hours went by, when a driver for the bread and pastries company was making a delivery to the diner, when he found a man’s body mauled to death. The man was so badly bitten and scratched, was close to being unrecognizable. The sheriff along with the county sheriff, and the state police, are puzzled as to why nobody heard the man’s screams for help.

To this day, it is still an open case, and eventually become a cold case file.

3:00 A.M. Downtown – Short Fiction

A late winter storm, dumping copious amounts of snow on the streets and avenues, in the downtown area. Its 3:00 a.m., not a soul to be seen venturing in the deepening snow. Even the plows are having a hard time keeping the roads cleared. The only places that are still open, are a 24 hour mini mart, and a drug store, neither of the doing much business at all.

The pandemic has a done a number on quite a few businesses, and some of them have shuttered for good. So, with the economy tanking, and now the latest storm, won’t help most of the remaining stores, as it will keep the pedestrians home, and will have to put up with more cabin fever, which they have been going through for the past 11 months.

They feel that its a never ending story.

3:00 A.M. – A Short Story

Every morning, at 3:00 a.m., you will find an elderly gentleman, sitting in his favorite booth, having a cup of coffee. He has been patronizing this certain coffee shop, since he retired many years ago from the book editing job, that he had for over 35 years.

He usually is the only one there, and he has gotten use to the solitude he enjoys. It doesn’t matter what the weather is like. It can be cold, hot and humid, raining or snowing, it will not stop him from walking the two blocks from where he lives in a high rise downtown apartment.

When he’s finished his coffee, he will take one to go, and then stop at the kiosk, and by the morning newspaper. Later in the day, he will take a nap, recharge his batteries, and then he will go about whatever he feels like doing.