Given the proximal habits of garret, poet and poor in everyday life, it is no small wonder that my need to send a concise response to a proposed real estate transaction has me tongue- (or is it thumb-? (in these days of using the keyboard on the phone)) tied.
Image: 7.40am view of the Pacific Ocean with the sun glaring off the water and the white bonnet of the car. For full context, invoke McDonalds breakfast bribe for both of us, an inadequate coffee reinforcing the stark realisation that you no longer know how to order adequate coffee - and Paris is this side of the frame, too)
I have visions of being so rich that I could employ someone to do it all - find a house, sell a house, be a mother, a wife, a daughter, a sister, a niece, an aunt, a friend, a poet, a blogger, a cook, a driving instructor, a volunteer it support and hold down a full-time job while I read books and researched dead people and be me - whoever that might be.
Image: the beautiful "house panther" Gangsterrr.
Maybe that will all change.
Image - sunset view from the balcony taken (and shared here on this blog some years ago)
The ball, it doth roll.
No image as I found no balls...
1 comments:
You need to research cloning for us. I've often thought it would be nice to have other Kellys, if anything for a best friend. (that probably sounds incredibly weird)
I appreciate the sunset and ocean view, but kitties take the cake.
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