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A piece of chocolate filled pastry to go down
with a double cup of my favorite joe; the newspaper
spread out on the bed, sorted into groups -
main/entertainment/travel, house/car/want ads, coupons to clip;
Debussy mellowing his way through the iPod’s speakers;
the sun’s silent aubade filtering through the windows…
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and Baby, snuggled into the crook of my neck, napping,
oblivious to the intermittent rustle of paper, the iterative
arc and turn as I read each pressed page;
and me, feeling like a placid sunset
at the end of a summer’s day.
Chocolate-filled pastry, Debussy (on the iPod, no less!), "sun's silent aubade", snuggling with someone you love--yum! You know how to spend a Sunday.
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ReplyDelete:-)) thanks for reading - this has become pretty much a standard ritual since I retired - although the type of pastry and coffee changes now and then - and pretty much my fave time of the week now.
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Oh bliss!
ReplyDeleteThe New York Times I presume?
And who is that Baby -- someone hot, or cuddly, or a sweet pet?
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Deleteit's the LI Newsday, and it's the Baby birdie. He's still hanging tough.
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