I Was a 12 Year Old Rock Star

Why, oh why, oh why? The Dodgers seem poised for an additional World Series run. I saw a strange bug yesterday. I walk out of boredom. This year’s skeeter crop is amazingly small. Since I have eliminated those two that found a spot without any bug spray directly sprayed on, things are looking even better. The orange bug was so very unusual, and huge. It was like a wasp. It was like a beetle. It was like a………….,oh well. The orange legs stood out so brightly against the black body. (Or was it the other way around? The thing was a bit timid.) The frogs, and turtles, and fishes, will be happy today. I am about to open a swift can of green beans on those cuteish little suckers. I will merely need to ration the amounts for the 3 local streams that are so very well “abuzz” with a free and youthful action! Adios for now my interested friends, and lovers.

Your love still sings, my heart will cling, another moment will ring, the softness your presence brings, as I gently roll my eyes to sleep, in my dreams your love I keep, shallow valleys with rivers deep, flow through my mind as my heart does leap.