A funky day kind of hanging seat

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“Sunny days can be a lot of fun, if you are in that relaxed hazy kind of mood, but if not, well, then there might just be, trouble!” Gun Roswell

A funky day kind of hanging seat

The weather fine, check.
The sun was shining, check.
All the task done, check.
Car packed and ready, check.
And then it was just to punch in the heading.
Towards the sunny beach side of thing.
And I, I was so totally happy I could sing.

Riding in the car, not to slow or too fast, but wanting to get there as soon as possible was the general idea, as today, was the only day, of total leisure without even an iota of work to do in sight And this fact alone, should have brought out the wide smiles. And so they did and they were, plastered on all the members taking part in this impromptu kind of an outing. Steering to the sunny side of the beach, and the hanging kind of a seat, near the waters edge, where most of us would easily pledge, our own souls for letting us stay near the sooting waves at least for this one special day.

Work Life Balance, with Coffee?

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“There is work and then, there is life, whatever that means and then, most of all, there is coffee, a true life and work saviour“ Gun Roswell

Work Life Balance, with Coffee?

There is such a thing, as taking your time which is always fine, but when at work, you have to be doing things like a jerk, one after another, after another, after another, until you are never done, as the work is never ending and well, what message is this ditty really sending?

Life, well, at least on weekends, unless you have them in a bed spend, not out of fun, but exhaustion, because you simply could not sleep enough, during the work week so rough, and isn’t that something, that we refer to the days between the weekends, as the working one? Definitely, nothing fun, unless you are of the lucky ones, whom actually get to do what they love, and get paid?

Well, whatever the case might be, there is only one thing which will you from this all save. Guessed already what it is? Really? Nothing? It’s really quite simple, as the red pimple at the top of your very nose and the answer, well, some of you were pretty close, in getting it right.

So, here is the big reveal: Coffee! The answer to all and every little thing!

Working hard? Hardly!

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“The winter season gives you extra special tasks to do, like shovelling the snow almost every single day. Fun, am I right? Not! she replied, quickly enough” Gun Roswell 

Working hard? Hardly!

The shovel at the door, simply waiting for me to finish the chore, the thing happening in winter,, the one with the snow, which after a while becomes quite the bore as it seems a never ending lore, the falling of snow flakes onto each and every surface, which seemed like a welcome change, for a day or so. But, as the same old continued all day long, all days long as it were, the beauty of it all soon faded and the eternal struggle with the snow shovel, soon turned to some kind of hatred, for the white powdery stuff, the winter seemingly too long and rough, especially with constant grinding of minus degrees of frozen solid, to rain and sleet and all that shit. So, in the end or not nearly the end of this season, it all had become enough, as the piles growing ever higher had no space to be, as you see, small yards make easy maintenance, but not during the winter’s mighty entrance, almost as an eternal pest that one is and makes one wish for a warmer climate to stay in. And so, with that in mind one snowy day, the shovel was left where it was left to lay. And the snow? Well, it would be spring time eventually, right? But hey! It’s already summer!

World Upside Down

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“No matter which way you look at it, the world is always crocked, having been turned upside down, the moment it was found, by someone, sailing the seven seas, well, something like that“ Gun Roswell

World Upside Down

The world can easily be on the level or then, simply upside down,

It all depends whether you are looking at it, with a smile or a frown,

There is nothing level about it, even the horizon, a squiggly line,

But hey, if you can keep your feet on the ground, it’s all simply fine,

Because it does not matter whether all of it is up or down or other way around,

As long as you can live with it, on it, around it, then hey, that is the best state found,

So, no matter what others say out loud, you should always hold your own ground,

A totally level and a straight line, does not exist, it’s all a myth and they all know it too,

And from now on even if hanging upside down, in a world the other way around,

Well, it’s all crocked anyway, and so, just hang in there and gently sway!

Yellow Sunrise

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“The sun is rising, again! Surprise! It does that every morning, even if it’s not always visible! Besides, the sun is just there, it’s the Earth that rotates! Duh!“ Gun Roswell

Yellow Sunrise

The sun rises from the east, even if it in the wrong place from where I stand, looking more like west, but then again, what do I know, says they with a great big frown, confused as ever, but not trying to clever, well, not really. But perhaps.

But, the slight tint of yellow there, not the red or orange, but rather the original(?) colour of the sun, at least when depicted on some cartoonish display, a drawing perhaps, something done way back when, in the very childhood, when cartoons still were fun?

Well, it does not really matter, as standing here on the beach, eyes wide, or at least I try, despite the really early hour, as watching the sunrise, just keeps pulling out that smile, hiding in there somewhere for most of the year, week, day and hour, because honestly, I am pretty sour a person most of the time.

Biker and their ride

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Biker and their ride

Down the long and slippery street
The loud engine setting the beat
No time to Facebook or even tweet
Not even, for any kinds of special treats
“Got some pals to meet
Am already late because of whatever fate!
Alas, my poor soaking feet!
Oh well, what can you do
Except maybe the weather gods sue?”

The weary traveller and their coffee

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“Sometimes coffee is good… oh who am I kidding, it’s always good!” Gun Roswell

The weary traveller and their coffee

When the nigh finally falls
And bedtime the weary traveller calls…

Wait, we’re on a holiday, right?
No one sleeps on a holiday, just out of spite?
Just drinks some more of that black coffee
With a side order of a mint of or a toffee
Awake you will a long, long while remain
Even if your poor little brain
Will go a little, well cuckoo
And that is putting it nicely!
Still, enjoy the holiday while it lasts!
This could very well be your very last!

Statuesque

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“Living dolls? Perhaps a copycat off the wall?” Gun Roswell

Statuesque

Two of them there, standing very tall
The one enters, alas, oh so very small
Statues? Perhaps they are all
Of different statures, even eras? For sure!

Slow Afternoon

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“Take a load off!” Gun Roswell

Slow Afternoon

Afternoon,
Feeling lazy
Real life, all hazy
Turquoise waters
With no otters
Laying about
Poolside,
No doubt!
No hurries
No worries
Just living
For today
Wishing
I could stay
More
Than a week!

Time for Ice Coffee

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“Coffee, the only constant in the universe” Gun Roswell

Time for Ice Coffee

Coffee, with ice, and then some!
Need I say more?
Just keep beating the drum:
Coffee, coffee, coffee
What else in life do you need?
Drink coffee and you shall succeed!
Really?
Yup!