When You Are My Crème de la Crème

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We are making some sort of frozen lemonade cool whip cream cheese sweet condensed milk fresh strawberry something pie to freeze for tomorrow.

So…

I babysit the grand baby.

You make a grocery run f or the creamed cheese.

Just now I open the fridge and four packs of cream cheese almost fall out.

Me:  Whoa!  What’s this?  Four packs of cream cheese?

You:  Two for the price of one.

Me: (after observing the packs and noticing you’d bought different types of cream cheese)  Perfect.

You:  How many did you say you needed for the pies?

Me: (I needed one)  Oh this will do for sure.

You:  (smile and settle into your easy chair)

What’s not to love about you?

Ellespeth

I Should Have Been A Country Song Writer

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I spend a great deal of my time rooted in imaginings of past present moments. When I decide to put my work up on WordPress, I search the web for images that say something – I think anyway 😛 – about the poem/sometimes story.

Sometimes, I do flash fiction here on WordPress. Look at a photograph and write something about it in 100 words or less. I don’t do very well with those. I actually have a love/hate relationship with those.  Like doing a book report.

Then sometimes, like today, I walk by our kitchen table and see these tulips y,ou gave me yesterday, so beautifully wilted.  The present moment.  I take this picture thinking I could and will write a million words about these tulips one day. But they won’t be about tulips.

I’m making a healthy version of smothered round steak with onions and some kind of fancy frozen West Coast mushrooms that are way cheap frozen, and all the lettuce we didn’t use last week  – yum. What can I say? I’m a transplanted Southerner living in Silicon Valley. It’s Easter Sunday. Lent is OVER. Pig out marginally.

I should have been a country song writer. Those are really wonderful stories.

 

Easter Music

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I feel better today, but nothing’s really better.

I’m looking a chocolate bunny in the eyes and contemplating his ears.

Ellespeth

 

The Weight (The Band)

I pulled into Nazareth, was feeling ’bout half past dead
I just need some place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me, where a man might find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand, “No” was all he said

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

I picked up my bags, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw old Carmen and the Devil, walking side by side
I said, “Hey, Carmen, c’mon, let’s go downtown”
She said, “I gotta go, but my friend can stick around”

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

Go down, Miss Moses, ain’t nothin’ you can say
It’s just old Luke, and Luke’s waiting on the judgment day
Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Annalee
He said, “Do me a favor, son, won’t you stay and keep Annalee company”

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
Said, “I will fix your rag, if you’ll take Jack, my dog”
I said, “Wait a minute Chester, you know, I’m a peaceful man”
He said, “That’s okay, boy, won’t you feed him when you can”

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

Catch the cannonball, now to take me down the line
My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it’s time
To get back to Miss Fanny, you know she’s the only one
Who sent me here, with her regards for everyone

Take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and you put the load right on me

Songwriters: ROBERTSON JAIME ROBBIE
The Weight lyrics © Dwarf Music, WB Music Corp. O/B/o Canaan Music, WB MUSIC CORP