LIFE BY MINDDUSTER
In a vista trademarked by only two seasons, nice and hot, the passing of spring demands a what-I-did recap. Primrose and pansies followed the winter kale coddled and coutured in spite of the winds. It was a time for alcohol especially when surrounded by jets, repeating the sequence with essential aplomb. The strange dichotomy of eligibility for payment for water-stained ceiling but nothing for the leaking roof that caused it, ushered in the legacy roof company with the new age roofers (Yo quiero) and OMFG painters who followed. Spiffy and zipped tight, earth tones for our viewing pleasure. It was a time to embrace the embrace, nighttime serenades and endorphin melanges to set-up the gastronomic creations appearing daily. It was the best of springs because it was now. All along the watchtower Princes kept the view While all the women came and went Barefoot servants, too. It's like describing a situation as "all gravy" - where's the beef? No, it's meant as all good, I thought. Blessed are the poor in spirit..blessed are those who mourn..blessed are the meek..blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness. Being blessed and solvent is a bit oxy to the old teaching but recognizing splendor and perfection might just rise from self-nailings. I won't forget the former spring times where I labeled them by what I got, maybe a little about shitty weather, etc. The days of singing "got to get you into my life" are gone and the seasons they go round and round and the painted ponies go up and down We're captive on the carousel of time We can't return we can only look behind From where we came And go round and round and round In the circle game.