Kiters Rock

Sometimes I just want to write.  I have so much to finely chop wordwise.  I talk about subjects often and wow, am so full of ideas.  I sit here on a Saturday, post sunset and have writers block.  I just thought that was a fun cliche'.  Writer's Block.  I have thought about writing about: TSA, fences, cat psyche, human psyche, dry hands, and yes...even the dang San Diego Chargers (don't go there).  My dry hands (of the west coast winds), type and off the cuff I go.  I wait to see what the mind/ digit connection will be.  I hope it's good.  Maybe I should put an episode of Andy Rooney on?  I did adore his style.  Did I mention that pepper jack cheese is great without the peppers?  Right on.  So it goes...I think that possibly tomorrow I will go the beach and fly a kite.  I have a few...a fish and a butterfly and a regular kite with a pencil and block on it.  The fish has a puffy mouth and is sort of 3D.  The butterfly is more 1D...flat winged.  Something about letting out the twine and watching it soar.  Something about hoping the winds are in your favor, be it insect, ocean creature or we.  The tug of the string, the sway of the flying object. Watching my husband run down the beach to catch loose kite (since I supposedly wasn't paying attention).  Take hold.  Sometimes one must chase after what got away....oops.  Hold tight.  Maybe the breeze will enable the writer's block to fly.  Write on!!

Doesn't Need Watering

Enjoy it!!  I run to the front door and am on the phone with hubby.  "Who are you talking to, Enjoy what?" he asks.  For some reason I felt a need to (But did not, I repeat, thanks to hubby's intervention) bid enjoyance for the new "fake plant" owner.  Yes, fake plant, artificial, plastic philodendron I believe, in a very nicely weaved earthy basket.  I picked it up at a thrift store several months ago for under $3.  I frequent these budgety shops and can probably tell you the price, which store, and weather of the day for each item.  No, I'm not a hoarder.  No, I don't like clutter.  I like the hunt, the deal, Neal.  So back to the aforementioned....I was about to tell happy lady who'd just acquired some faux greenery about the history of the plant. The top shelf I got it on...which store it came from...how it has only adorned our front porch for a few months... how I had wanted to warm up the space where it was...and well now that Christmas is coming and change is good, yadda, yadda, yadda and I needed to free up some space for the Seasonal décor.  But I didn't.  I refrained from the "good day, glad you found something cool, salutation."  Yes, I was going to say "Enjoy my plant."  Who does that?  Me.