I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

I will see what is needed to make today even better. Mother has the sprinkler on so I won’t be finishing up the complete cleansing, and sanitation of the brick patio area. I will need a long brush and extension, so that the soapy water doesn’t splash down on my head, and shoulders. I did about half of the area yesterday, though without the underside of that roofing being touched. I will soon ask Mother if I can have my very own Queen bed from the storage facility. The two leads didn’t pan out so far, in regard to the appliances. Because of the lack of pictures, moving those has become a bit of a challenge. I may wish to rent a U-Haul, while taking those four big ones out to some lonely street corner! Things will eventually play out so wonderfully. As long as I can bring my 6-foot wide T.V. down here in the cellar with me, all will be well. It would seem that Father mounted the wall speakers with an exact measurement in between those two. Imagine a quarterback on the left side of your T.V. He throws a long pass toward the end zone. Right before your eyes the football would (in theory) move across the screen, right into that deep receiver’s grasp, all the while that quarterback is still visible on that far left side of the screen!

When you see in me, such a vitality, I wish for more, I so very well seek, a longing, reaching deep, a soft caress upon your cheek, your cherished love is mine to keep, within our comfort reaching solid peaks, the skies above rain down on me, my spirit soars with such delight, a heaven’s touch to make me strong