Sundry Sunday: A Cafe Mocha Morning

It's a cafe mocha morning,
the sun is shining,
the rooster is crowing,
and the Metro officers have made the morning drive
up Sunrise Avenue.

It's a cafe mocha morning,
hot coffee
with rich chocolate Oveltine©
and consumed with Twenkies©
for breakfast.

It's a cafe mocha morning,
time to relax,
to intone prayers of gratitude,
to ask forgiveness,
to forgive,
and to smile
at everyone walking past
my open front door.

Sundry Sunday: Between Writing Spurts

Between writing spurts I cleaned out my refrigerator. It did not take much effort because everything I found hiding in the back of the shelve have been there only a couple of weeks. Apparently I clean out my fridge at the end of July or the beginning of August and did not remember cleaning it out. I thought I cleaned it out in April or May, but everything in the fridge is still editable and looked as if it had not been in the refrigerator for very long.

How does one clean out a refrigerator without remembering? I have no idea, except that my mind must have been on writing instead of cleaning the fridge. Cleaning a refrigerators is a boring job and my mind tends to wander when my hands are occupied with boring jobs. Since writing is not boring I can focus on what I am writing. Since I have more housework to do this afternoon, I am going to close this.

Sundry Sunday: A Beautiful Sunday Morning in Las Vegas

It is the third of five Sunday's in August. It is a beautiful and cool Sunday morning here in Las Vegas with the temperature creeping from 79 or 80 degrees toward a predicted 106 degrees for the afternoon. I still have the door open so that the cool morning air can air out my studio apartment. I know I will have to close the door soon and turn on the air conditioner, but for the time being I will enjoy looking out at the beautiful clear blue sky and the deep shadows cast over the concrete from the bright morning sun.

beautiful morning
the pine tree across the street
casts long dark shadow

On this beautiful Sunday morning, I made cafe mocha using rich chocolate flavor Ovaltine©. T his is my favorite way to make cafe mocha at  home, which is  the only place I drink it  anymore. Why should I go out to have my favorite coffee flavor when I can make it at home with my favorite coffee and Ovaltine©? When  I go out to a coffee shop or a restaurant I order raspberry ice tea or some type of flavored hot tea that I do not keep at home.

beautiful morning
a rooster crowed at first light
announcing Sunday

On the third Sunday in August writing a haibun haiku is a good exercise to start off Sunday writing. I think I am composing this poem-prose properly, but I should research it a little more before I explain exactly what it is in another entry. I know that this type of exercise relaxes me and helps me focus on everything I have to do today.

Sundry Sunday: Lazy Day

Today, Sunday, August 10, is Lazy Day. Today this old say is a lie: "There's no lazy days...just lazy people." Today we can be lazy without any guilt because we are celebrating Lazy Day. No one know when this holiday was first celebrated or who created it; however, that does not matter because for one day a year we can be lazy without feeling guilty.

Lazy clouds float past
wander haphazardly across the sky
no breeze blowing.

Is that a rooster I hear crowing
ignoring the spirit of the day,
his duty done
he is free to bask
in the morning sun.

How does a writer celebrate lazy day? I cannot stop writing because I cannot stop thinking. I have to write down my thoughts, therefore, I like the rooster will ignore the spirit of  the day and write my laziness away. For those who wish to celebrate the day, I suggest sitting beside the Hydrangea Bushes while watching the clouds roll by. If you want to do something a little more energetic then I suggest finding a restaurant that serves Tex-Mex Tomato Zucchini Salad or try to get someone to make it for you Tex-Mex Tomato Zucchini Salad Recipe.

Sundry Sunday: Other Tings Besides Writing

There are other things besides writing,
besides composing a poem;
it's in the other things
that inspiration
is found.

There are other things besides blogging,
besides sitting down at the keyboard
and creating an entry;
it's in the other thing
that the idea
is found.

There are other things besides writing,
there is a walk in the park,
the neighbor's rooster crowing,
the wind in the pine trees,
a hot cup of coffee,
a cold glass of sweet tea,
a moment of meditation,
a whisper prayer,
etc.

There are other things beside writing,
but after we do these other things
then we pull a chair up to the keyboard
and begin the process
of writing about
those other things.

Sundry Sunday: Weird Sights in Las Vegas

I have lived in Las Vegas for over fifty years, so you would think that by now I would be used the the weird sights one encounters in this city. I am not! Today when I was driving to Smith's Food and Drug Store, on the corner of Maryland Parkway and Sahara Avenue, to pick up my glaucoma eye drop prescription I saw an unusual shaped something-or-other flying in circles over the Las Vegas Strip.

The Unidentified Flying Object was shaped like a large area rug or carpet. Yes, it looked like a Flying Carpet. I know there must be a logical or illogical explanation for the the UFO or perhaps I should call it UFC for Unidentified Flying Carpet. At first I thought it was a large piece of trash carried by the wind in the upper atmosphere. The problem with that explanation it the circle the thing make over the Strip, I do not know of any wind short of a tornado that would cause it to fly in circles. We do not have tornadoes here!

The Flying Carpet could have been a sign being towed by a helicopter, bu I did not hear or see a helicopter. That does not mean one did not exist because it is cloudy today. The carpet showed up against the clouds, but I do not think a helicopter would stand out against the type of clouds we have today. Whatever the UFO was, I am sure I can use this experience in a story or poem.

Sundry Sunday: On a Beautiful Sunday Morning in Las Vegas

On a beautiful Sunday morning in Las Vegas,
I am thinking about other things
besides writing.

I am thinking about making a bowl of Jell-O© with mixed fruit. I have one package of cherry or strawberry flavored Jell-O© gelatin mix on the shelf and one can of mixed fruit. After I mix the gelatin I will put it into hot tea glasses because it is easier to control the portions. If let it set in a large dish then I will eat it in a couple of days, but if I put it in smaller dishes then it will last five or six days.

On this beautiful Sunday afternoon in Las Vegas,
I am thinking about writing
a poem about food
and the taste of cold gelatin desert
on a hot summer afternoon.

I am thinking that even when I think about other things then writing I always get an idea for a story or poem. I cannot think about anything without finding an idea to write or blog about. Now I understand what Anais Nin meant when she said "If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it."