Sunday in Meat Camp

 It's turned a bit cooler and breezier in these mountains.

It's been a week of terrible sadness for Israel and the entire world.

Another week of clown shows of politics from a bunch of Republican congressional members who care more about their own selfish self-interests than the good of this country.

And in a show of true selfish self-interest from me -

I Have a Terrible Cold

I have a terrible cold,
And everyone knows how terrible colds
Alter the whole system of the universe,
Set us against life,
And make even metaphysics sneeze.
I have wasted the whole day blowing my nose.
My head is aching vaguely.
Sad condition for a minor poet!
Today I am really and truly a minor poet.
What I was in old days was a wish; it's gone.

Goodbye for ever, queen of fairies!
Your wings were made of sun, and I am walking here.
I shan't get well unless I go and lie down on my bed.
I never was well except lying down on the Universe.

Excusez un peu… What a terrible cold!… it's
physical!
I need truth and aspirin.

(14.03.1931)

written under the pen name of, Alvaro de Campo

© by owner. provided at no charge for educational purposes

On the more positive side of things, I leave in just over a week for South Carolina.

Am I excited?  You betcha (considering the fact that I should be over this nasty head cold by then).

Before leaving, I have a busy week.

I have an appointment to have my hair cut and streaked.  

An appointment for a manicure/pedicure.

And an appointment with my closet and suitcase to decide what to take with me.  Since I'll be driving, the sky's the limit!  I can take as much as I want to.  Dresses and Shoes, oh my!

I also have an appointment with my kitchen.  

Donald and Annabelle will not be traveling with me, so I'll be cooking up a pot of spaghetti sauce for Don to enjoy while I'm gone, as well as making sure there's other things here he'll fix for himself.  And a few special treats.

In other good news, I loved waking up to see pictures of Travis and Taylor out on a Saturday night date last night. ❤

They are adorable.  

Now, me and my cold are going to curl up with a fresh cup of coffee and a good book.  

The book?

An ARC from NetGalley.

The next book by my pal Hank Phillippi Ryan, One Wrong Word.

Life is good.

Even with a cold.

 “Sundays are like confetti floating in the air in slow motion, 

in the evening they reach the ground 

and you hope a bit of wind could blow on them

 so they could fly a bit longer.” 

                                  ~ Alain Bremond-Torrent 

Loving Sundays

 

This is what a lazy, rainy, cool & breezy Sunday afternoon looks like at our house in Meat Camp, NC

Sunday in Meat Camp

 

Sundays have always been my favorite day.

Even now that we're both retired and rarely know for sure what day it is, Sundays just feel different.

Quieter.  

Peaceful.  

No idea why, but it just does feel this way to me.

It's 3:15 and a gorgeous blue sky day.

76 degrees with a little mountain breeze.

Doors and windows open.

The house is sparkly clean thanks to Clean Mountain Escapes.

Dinner will just need a re-heat - aka "leftovers." 😊

And I'm reading a perfect escape book.  Escape to Starshine Cove (although it does have me itching to go on a beach trip).

I was not familiar with Debbie Johnson, but am tickled pink to have discovered her, and to learn there will be a second Starshine Cove book, available in November.

I hope you're all having a perfect Sunday.

Now I'm on my way back to Starshine Cove - see ya!

Life is good.