Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Grillin' and Chillin'

An entire 17 lb bag of Kingsford Charcoal with the lid zipped....


- OB amazed by the simple things....

Friday, June 24, 2011

Beautiful


5:30 on the concrete pedestrian bridge
I coast to a stop
over 6 lanes of Highway 100
grab onto the rusty chain link fence
watch lanes of traffic below
and smile at the smell of exhaust fumes
because for right now
I’m not a part of the rat race


- The Old it's summer Bag

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Gray Summer Mornings

early minutes

fresh, cool air through the house

the day not yet considered

coffee cup filled again

drawing out time


-OB's favorite time of year

Saturday, June 20, 2009

Love/Hate

The Teacher's Conundrum

I love
SUMMER!
sun
warm weather
time
no plans
cleaning house
rearranging furniture
riding
s i t t i n g
sorting
shopping
not riding
espresso
cream
gardens
riding
grilling
weekend plans
coming home
phone calls
yellow
fruit
kittehs
fluffy things
red sunglasses
hearts actually, I hate hearts
and
flowers


               
I hate
spring
gray skies
dirty snow
schedules
feeling trapped
dust and pet hair
routine
not riding
hectic
piles
shopping
not riding
office coffee
Coffee-mate
bare trees
%#@$!! schedules
cooking
packing for the weekend
leaving home
phone calls
gray
wilted veggies
boxelder bugs
#@! fluffy things
no sunglasses
hearts I detest hearts
and
flowers


- The currently waaay satisfied Bag

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Is it a Commute?

when you go in
to get some work done
but you're not getting paid
because you don't work in the summers
but you're taking care of stuff
and you rode
but it's not like it's a ride
because if it were a ride, "going-in" would mean into a coffee shop for some joe and a scone
because you went in
to the place you work
but you didn't have to
yet you kinda did
so is that a commute?


- OB I thought I had the summer off....

Saturday, June 30, 2007

Yowza

Took the grocery getter downtown last night to the Twin Cities' outdoor Hot Summer Jazz Festival.

Only a woman like Barbara Morrison can carry a sultry song like Love for Sale and keep it hot instead of sleazy...what a stage presence.

We saw all types, colors, ages, sizes...the pink-hatted woman with feathers 'round the ends of her sleeves and little upturned nose just didn't seem to have the right costume for the moves her body wanted to make...didn't have the right moves either, but she was movin' nonetheless!

Riding through downtown -- a ton of cyclists out.

- OB it was hot!