13 January 2013

Small Stones- Day Thirteen

It was all about boyish blue eyes today.
We milked our Sunday before saying
goodbye until Tuesday.
For a Monkey, he's a ham,
and for a mother, I'm lucky.

Tonight- picking up toys,
taking down (finally) the last decorations-
the return to pre-holiday in all its plainness,
but there is fresh paint meant for the kitchen.

The stereo is blasting.
Meatballs simmering.
I'm sipping homemade gingerale spiked with lime.
I might be dancing in my bare feet.

Bring on Monday.



  1. i'm coming to YOUR place for good company, good food, and to dance barefoot'd....

  2. I CANNOT believe you posted that song! I have some very distinct high school memories connected to that song, but never knew who sang it or what it was called. So I have been wondering about that song since I was seventeen! Wow.

    1. I gotcha, girl. I gotcha. ;) You have an email that's been drafted and incomplete in my mailbox for weeks now. Sheesh. At least now we know what background music to play when we finally sit and talk. <3