Source: poppin-me
T.G.I.F.: 5:00 PM Bell!
September 11, 2020 by 23 Comments
September 11, 2020. 71° F. The Cove, Stamford, CT
T.G.I.F.: Riding Metro North
July 31, 2020 by 22 Comments
TGIF: “The” Highlight of This Week.
March 13, 2020 by 29 Comments
An email from our friend Sawsan with the subject heading that caught the eye:
“Your Little Friends.”
Followed by this lead-in:
“I was at a trinket store downtown. The owner had just opened the door to start the day and they stormed in.”
Followed by her comment:
“David, I was standing outside looking in. The store doesn’t open for another 15 minutes. I was about to walk away and the owner showed up. She insisted that I come in. We went in, she closed the door behind her. She started telling me the story of her life and the store. I looked outside, THEY WERE ALL THERE.
About 50 of them.They’ve been coming for years, she said.
And you want believe this!!!
She said that every day, 7 days a week, minutes before closing time, they all quietly fly out. Magic.
T.G.I.F.: Shuffle, ball, step. Shuffle, ball, lunge.
January 3, 2020 by 18 Comments
Source of Image via alamy.com from original Film Title – Mr. Popper’s Penguins (2011). Star: Jim Carrey. (via Mennyfox55)
Driving I-95 South. With Jazzman.
July 27, 2019 by 50 Comments
5:38 a.m. T.G.I.F.
68 F. Glorious Summer Day. And, yet for some reason you’re dragging.
I-95 S traffic is smooth.
7 1/2 hours of sleep. Yet, groggy. Eyes blink to clear. Makes no sense, you’re so damn tired.
Exit 8, one-half mile ahead. Get off, go home, go back to bed. Call in Sick.
I slide into the right (slow) lane. A foreign place to me.
I reduce speed to 55. A walk at a pace uncomfortable for me.
I pass Exit 8.
I trail a Semi. “If you can’t see my mirrors, I can’t see you.” I can’t see much of anything right now Friend.
Waze signals 17 minutes to destination.
Exit 5, one mile ahead. Get off, go home, go back to bed. Call in Sick.
I pass Exit 5.
I reach for the radio. Spin knob to find Sirius 7 on 70’s. Carole King with Jazzman
Lift me, won’t you lift me
Above the old routine;
Make it nice, play it clean, jazzman
He can sing you into paradise
Or bring you to your knees
Jazzman, take my blues away…
I shift in my seat. Snap out of it.
Exit 2, last exit. Get off, go home, go back to bed. Call in Sick. Call in Sick? When you really aren’t Sick? Light calendar, handful of appointments. Martyr. Moron.
I pass Exit 2.
I swing into the center lane and then again over to the left lane. I accelerate. Sigh. I’m home.
I pull into the parking garage. Near empty but for the cars parked overnight. I walk down the empty hallway. I set my briefcase on my desk.
Lift me, won’t you lift me
Right back into my old routine
Sing me into paradise
Or bring me to my knees
Photo: Jamie Schafer
T.G.I.F.: It’s been a long week
July 19, 2019 by 12 Comments
There is a lot more going on in our lives than we either know or care to know. Who can say what it is that’s going on? But I suspect that part of it, anyway, is that every once and so often we hear a whisper from the wings that goes something like this: “You’ve turned up in the right place at the right time. You’re doing fine. Don’t ever think that you’ve been forgotten.”
– Frederick Buechner, Wishful Thinking: A Seeker’s ABC
Notes:
- Inspired by another quote from Whiskey River: “Perhaps I’m old and tired, but I always think that the chances of finding out what really is going on are so absurdly remote that the only thing to do is to say hang the sense of it and just keep yourself occupied. ~ Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
- Painting “Swallow” (2011) by Nicky Loutit (via Your Eyes Blaze Out).
- Quote via Whiskey River
