Time on my hands, should be time spent with you.
Earth date, Sunday May 5th, the year of our Lord 2024.
I’m having a moment worth mention. Here I sit in my chair. Envision Mr Bunker, with a bit more recline. It’s the usual spot when home. I’ve just returned from a trip to the local grocer. My eldest will be over in a few hours for a feast of sorts. It’s her birthday. Steaks, chicken, potatoes and veggies. Followed by cake and a crucial decision. Does one go ice cream cookies for everyone or a road trip 3 minutes down the street to the local creamy whip. I’m convinced I know my baby girl awfully well. I’m betting the house on sundaes, cones and such from said creamy whip.
Now then, back to the sitting. Here I am, cooling off before continuing with the remainder of the day. Gotta get up in a minute. Tidy up a bit. The radio thumps in the background. She’s a real beauty. Nineteen sixty something. Vintage unit. The base is thick. Reverb bounces off the plaster walls. I’m positive the acoustics were intentional. When the place was built in the 20’s they knew I’d be here. Today. Listening! Can you hear it? There’s a man crooning about the blues. Time is on his hands along with laughter, life and thunder. A tear spills from the eye.
It is a glorious day. I mentioned the festivities earlier. The weather is beautiful. I’d guess seventy eight, awash in blue skies cluttered in cotton. I am not sad. No. I am lucky! Except, that ain’t the word. Not even close. My gaze crosses in front of me into the dining room. My love is busy. Windows. Tables. The lighting of candles. Loved ones are coming. Preparations are under way. Busy with this, moving about doing that. She is a monarch. Flutter and float as if amongst flowers.
There are those in the universe that love. Those that care with the kindness of children. There are those that define. My love defines. If only I could find the word. Lucky. Nope, that ain’t it! So much bigger than that. Much much bigger!
Don’t wish it away. Time on the hands. Time spent with you. Laughing like children. Living like lovers. Rolling like thunder.