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Chores

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I sit at my desk
the hum of the a/c in my ear.
I long to be free
to go to the beach for a year.

I want to walk across
a rustic collection of boards
nailed in such a way
as to carry me to the shore

I want to kick off my shoes
feel the burn of the earth
through the hot soft sand
as I run for all I’m worth

I want to feel the sideways slide
as the sand gives way
hearing the gulls laughing
as I stumble, fumble and sway

I want to pick my spot
up on that beach
stake my territory with a towel
just out of the water’s reach

I’ll shed my clothes
to lay on the sand
feel the breeze over my skin
like a lover’s hand

and when the sun’s blaze
becomes to much
I’ll head to the water
for it’s chilly touch

it will cool my skin
and toss me about
only to rock me gently
as I work my way out

in the water’s depths
I will float and dream
of mermaids and Neptune
and scary aquatic things

I will go back to that towel
on the sandy shore
pack up my bags
’til I can come back for more

There are things I must do
before I can return to the shore
Cause life’s not a beach
unless you finish your chores.

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Meditation, with a side of fries please!

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I am a huge fan of Pandora Radio. I have my Billy Joel station for family card nights, Fiona Apple for when I feel eclectic, Joss Stone when I feel sassy, and Nina Simone when, well, when is it a wrong time for Nina?

My partner in life’s favorite is the Calm Meditation station. Now you might picture a willowy soul, in touch with with his inner Om, who runs around with his hands in prayer pose. In reality, he is a huge bear of a man who could probably dead lift a semi if need be. (Ok, maybe not a semi, but a guy did ask him tonight if he needed someone to bring in the Volkswagen from the parking lot so he could add it to the dead lift bar.)

Now what does any of this have to do with French Fries, you might ask? Well, since Mr. Go-Beast-or-Go-Home has a difficult time unwinding, we listen to the Meditation station as we drift off to sleep. Now I don’t know who picks the music for the station, but flutes and ocean waves are wonderfully relaxing…. Until that damned seagull starts screeching in the middle of things! The artist has obviously never walked on an ocean side boardwalk with a cup full of fries. There is nothing relaxing about getting dive bombed by a feathered kamikaze hell bent on taking your fries or pooping on your head… Or both!

I bid you sweet dreams, and for those of you celebrating tonight, chag Pesach sameach!

~Dee