avatarDr John Frederick Rose

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Friday’s 11:30am Story.

When all else fails, write about the time.

Clock above my computer table. Been there for decades. Picture by John Rose.

Story started Friday 11:30am with clock’s picture then stopped like dead clock.

Now 2:30pm, Should rename story, But it’s Friday and I’m busy, Sipping coffee.

I am sure there’s some deep truth associated with three hour gap in poetic finger tapping.

Gabriel’s trumpet still silent as I started walking at 11:35am, Excellent exercise this walking thing mandated by son, Normal route accidentally passes two good coffee places, Stop and talk with fellow addicts before resuming path.

Reaching second stop, Feeling peckish, Now there’s one thing to compliment beautiful expresso and that’s a cinnamon scroll, Just one though.

Returned back to apartment about 1pm, Check vanilla cuttings, Check flowering gums, Dreamed about snapdragon’s flowers, Beef curry luncheon vindaloo heat.

Back to writing, Keyboard wilting from vindaloo breath, Glass of milk, Perhaps some sliced apple and cheese?

Time flies it’s now 3:30pm and call from university, Forgot about promised proposal, Been busy writing, Occasional coffee, So much to do and now it’s 4pm.

Proposal to write, Dinner to cook, Sons coming over, Never ending busy days.

Everyone’s arriving, Time for dinner, They’re providing food and I’m doing traditional cheese platter with real smelly cheese.

Publish later, Overdid cheese, Blessed be.

Sunset. Picture by John Rose.
Poetry
Whimsy
Time
Humor
Writing
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