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Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Blue Eyed Girl

 I had one chick for Easter.  Samantha Rose colored eggs and smeared chocolate on her clothes.  She is absolutely so squeezable.  Easter breakfast tasted very good, especially the cheesy potatoes.  I hope you had a lovely Easter, too!
 I wish my cheeks were the color of these apples.  I've been tired and the spring air makes for stuffy sinuses.  Yesterday at dance class (that sounds so much more ballerina-like than Jazzercise) I kept thinking, "Seriously?  Why so much bouncing?"  I looked around and noticed that a lot of the ladies were less than peppy.  Holiday weekends gobble up quite a bit of verve and energy tank levels are low.
 My percolator died.  They don't last very long and the sure sign of their pending passage is warm coffee (coffee should be HOT, right?) Now we have an old faithful (and cheap!) drip coffee maker and I'm happy. The Keurig coffee maker sounds so sick and we have to do lots of tricky pushing of buttons to get it to work.  I'm about ready to kick if off the counter.  It can go live in the basement.  All this fuss for two cups of coffee a day?  Silly!  But do you know about coconut water?  I've been drinking about eight ounces of coconut water per day since January 1st.  It is VERY hydrating and I imagine it makes my joints feel very lubricated and it makes my complexion very dewy.  I made that dewy part up, but I'm convinced coconut water helps with my sugar cravings.  I haven't been romanticizing baked goods in my usual way.  Coconut water is usually for sale near the fruit juices. It comes in a nice paper carton and I shall keep buying it.  Have you tried it?
There are eight weeks left of school!  Last year I was taking a poetry class and I feel sure I need more poems right now.  Isn't the bird above a poem?  I took the photo with my small camera and I'm not sure what dials or buttons I pressed to get this effect, but it's my favorite shot by far.   The little bird is singing a song of spring for you.  Can you hear her?  She's whistling compliments and tooting words that give good hearts pause.  Maybe she'll land on your shoulder today and fly away with a burden or two.  It's time for my second cup of coffee and my daily date with the ironing board, then off to school.  Thank you very much for stopping in, friend!

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