As I drift back into my mundane world of getting by on a day to day basis, I have to take stock of my surroundings and see where to start. The cooler days remind me that autumn is in the air and that I need to think about getting ready for winter. But it’s only early August! It takes me a while to wrap both of my brain cells around the fact that winter is coming and, as I am the King of Denial, I need to start early. No more gallivanting around Europe, no more schmoozing with my wonderful cousins, no more sitting on the deck with a guitar and a beer (well maybe just a little). Nope, it’s time to get back to work and quit being a man of leisure. If it weren’t for my pesky day job I might have enough time. The barn aisle is a bit scary and needs to be cleaned up, things put away and some kind of organization needs to take place.
See what happens if I don't focus? Speaking of focus we have an interesting arrangement in a pot on the deck.
Golden rose, the color of the dream I had
Not too long ago
misty blue and the lilac too
never to grow old.
It's Rodgers and Hart, but I remember the Hendrix version. I am distracted and called to another dream world.
It's time for that beer and guitar. Gotta go now.