Laundry has to be done, but I am not doing it today. I am on
break today. All day long. The world is not perfect, you will not find it this
way and you will not be responsible to leave it this way.
Strawberry wine is good when executed correctly; when the air
gets to it, it tastes like tires. Drunkenness is not essential to a good drink.
If the drink isnt good, then you might want to shoot it down fast. But,
then, why did you drink it in the first place? The best winery in town is
actually outside of town; you can settle for the closer one, but the air gets
to the wine too easily there. You will be embarrassed if you buy it as a gift
for someone.
I do not like lawn chairs but I do like a nice chair to sit in
the shade, beneath an umbrella. I burn too easily. My sandals are clumped up
with grass. It will need to be mowed again, sometime after I finally do
laundry. The dogs bring in evidence of the yard each time they step back into
the house. Summer goes quickly, but so does everything else; in autumn, the
feeling of death is in the air. It is the process of leaving something behind;
winter comes and we sit quietly in our houses, staying warm; spring opens up
the opportunity but be careful because cold still comes as part of the package
sometimes, rarely, and without warning.