oh lazy Sunday

Oh lazy Sunday

Sleeping in late

No energetic tasks

No travel today

All day chilling

Lets skip breakfast

Brunch sounds great

Read a book

Light hearted conversation

Plenty of smiling

We venture outside

An afternoon stroll

Entering park life

Breathing fresh air

Making frequent stops

People watching time

Families out walking

Happy smiling faces

Children at play

Screams of laughter

Grass looks greener

Trees seem taller

Meander back slowly

Home is welcoming

Quiet peaceful place

Take afternoon nap

Time slows down

Dream pleasant dreams

Oh lazy Sunday

the surrender

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she stepped into the pool

warm welcoming water

late evening sun shone brightly

after a few laps she floated

weightless drifting dreaming 

she waited

troubles melted away

thoughts dissolved

sunset approached

floating

drifting

she waited

darkness crept in

floating in the black silence

thoughts lined up 

all demanding attention

all were denied entry

she waited

dismissed thoughts wandered off

looking for another soul

her mind and body at peace

every breath treasured

each heartbeat worshipped

she waited

a loud splash

signaled his arrival

pulling her close

a strong embrace

warm kisses

she surrendered

How fast is the heartbeat of a giant woodpecker

At last I found some time to sit down and write today

Transmit my thoughts into my daily poem

It was hard to concentrate

Due to the construction work outside the condo

Drilling and hammering

Workers dangling from the high rise roof on cradles

Those steel suspension cables look ever so thin

The construction workers do not seem worried at all

Strung up so high in the wind and rain

Jack hammering away at the concrete walls

Like giant woodpeckers

Searching for hidden grubs

Concrete dust clouds rolled by my tightly closed window

I grabbed the Bose headphones

They cut out almost all the construction noice

Peace at last

Well not quite

There was a steady distant thumping in my ears

Slow and rhythmical

That cannot be a construction woodpecker

It suddenly dawned on me

It was my own heartbeat

Presumably amplified by the Bose headphones

I closed my eyes to listen closely

With a few deep breaths

And some concentrated bio feedback

I was able to slow down my heartbeat

I checked my resting pulse

It was a steady 56 bmp

These headphones are great for a relaxing meditation

Even in the middle of all this contstruction mayhem

But suddenly my ears exploded

Rock music was blasting away

The headphones had somehow connected to Spotify on my phone

My heart rate jumped to racy 96 bpm

Led Zeppelin was however quite entertaining

Bringing back memories of my head banging youth

And it totally drowned out the giant woodpeckers outside

So I left the music on loud

Meditation time was over

Rock on

Slow heartbeats are for stoned hippies

I wonder how fast is the heartbeat of a giant woodpecker

Beach Day

Beach day

At day at the beach planned

Picnic basket prepared

Towels and sunscreen packed

Beach chairs and umbrellas ready

Load up the car and go

Kids bursting with excitement

Parking a short walk from the beach

Dad does the heavy lifting

The kids carrying buckets and spades

Finding the perfect spot

Setting up the umbrella for shade

A stiff breeze off the ocean

Kids playing in the sand

Time for a nap in the beach chair

A few hours later everybody is hungry

Time to break out the picnic

The wind is blowing harder

But we are still having fun

I am handed a plate of food

Fresh sandwiches and cake

It looks very appetizing

I am salivating in anticipation

I bite into the sandwich

Horror of horrors it tastes gritty

Sand blown all over my sandwich

I try to wipe it off to no avail

Sand is blowing everywhere

Its in my eyes now too

Time to abandon the beach day

The kids complain about leaving

Heavy traffic all the way home

The kids start fighting in the car

Arrive home tired and grumpy

Sand is traipsed through the house

I jump in the shower and scrub

A large pool of sand forms on the shower floor

It refuses to wash into the drain

Why did I ever think beach days were fun

My perfect mind medicine

Calm waters on the bay

Soothing

Relaxing

My mirror to the sky

Paddle boarder

Gliding by

Floating ballerina

Stroking the water

She sends out ripples

My mirror is broken

Disrupting my peace

My second sky shimmers

Paddle boarder gone

If the bay can calm itself

I can calm myself

My mirror to the sky returns

Calm waters on the bay

Soothing

Relaxing

My perfect mind medicine

Fridays are special

There is something special about Fridays

Thankfully the end of the working week for most folks

With a whole weekend to follow

Friday nights are usually fun nights

Time to relax and unwind 

You can stay up really late if you do not work Saturdays

It could be a night out with friends

Exploring a new bar or restaurant

Or an exciting date night

Perhaps a relaxing evening at home with your partner

A nice meal with wine then a Netflix movie

The possibilities are endless

Some people call it Friday Funday

Some say TGIF

Many cultures embrace Friday as a day for fun

I have enjoyed many Fridays in my lifetime

2014 brought retirement from my full time employment

So in theory all days should be the same for me now

But I still get excited on Fridays

Weekends are fun filled with social activities

Especially with our friends who still work

I used to get depressed on Sundays

Knowing that the work week was looming

Not any more

Monday morning blues are a thing of the past for me

I wake up cheerful on Mondays

In fact I wake up consistently cheerful virtually every day of the week

Except on Fridays

When I wake up ecstatic

Go figure?

Things I like to do but not in preferential order

Chilling

I like to swim in the pool

well to be truthful I like to float more than swim

it requires minimal effort 

and you can just let your troubles float way

soaking in the hot tub at night is divine

slowly cooking under the stars

while listening to soothing music

sipping single malt whisky completes the decadence

riding my bike fast gives me a buzz

feeling the wind in my face

watching my heart rate elevate on my bike computer

my heart must have a limiter because it won’t go above 175

a walk in the countryside is so rewarding

observing nature and bird watching

you can see lots more when you move along slowly

animals can sense when you are not a threat to them

sometimes all I want is to sit alone in my back yard

watching watermen collect crabs in the bay

listening to the soothing waterfall in my pool

peaceful relaxing quiet solitude is my serene treasure

I am most at home when tinkering in my garage

building something or just mending stuff

I listen to exceptionally loud rock music while alone there

Every man should have a man-cave retreat

fine dining is tickles my tastebuds

especially in the company of good friends

wine helps folks loosen up and make the conversation flow

alcohol is the WD40 for fixing shy and reserved party guests

they say that travel broadens the mind

I have been fortunate to travel worldwide 

seeing many different cultures and fascinating places

I think my mind must be a mile wide now