Do you ever feel stagnant? I opened my computer three times and stared at the scree, today. What could I possibly add to this blog I haven’t already said.

Initally, I read Churchill Ministry of Ungentlemanly Warfare by Giles Milton because I was at a loss.. Then I grabbed another coffee, tossed cinnamon rolls in the oven and asked Vic to join me on the deck to play cribbage. It was comfortable the sun hadn’t reached us completely yet.

I came inside and read for awhile longer before trying a second time. I’m not usually at a loss for words but today I was. So I asked Vic if we could for a walk on the canal in Lambertville. We walked a mile. Yeah I know not very far but wearing a mask in ninety degrees does zap your energy fast. We did have water with us and did take water breaks but I still felt overheated.

There were lots of beautiful gardens  along the canal to visually stimulate me. The shasta daisies were my favorite. I took a bunch of different garden images to use later with my poems.

Once we got back to the car, I was surprised how red my face and neck were. I drank another bottle of water once I got home.

culinary:

I used the left over filling from yesterday’s stuffed zucchini with shredded cabbage, garlic, and scallions. Sprinkled mozzarella cheese on top and sprinkled fresh chopped oregano. Yummy until I had to make the mad dash to the bathroom.  Not sure what exactly set me off. Thankfully, after the imodium handled it well. Just wish the shoulder pain would go away.

Still found myself staring at the computer.  So off again we went for a short ride and I snapped some pictures of the Thunder Moon behind the trees. Looking at the moon I remembered my grandparents waltzing to Fly Me to the Moon on their porch before my Gram became sick and ended up in a wheel chair. There was no mistaking they loved each other.

I had a  music crush on blue eyes (Frank Sinatra when I was young because I thought his songs always made me people happy. That’s what music is supposed to do isn’t it?  I uwas pretty lucky my grandparents loved music so I was exposed to Frank, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis or as my grandpa called them the rat pack.   He thought the media had nicknamed them right because they were good at scrambling from club to the next to perform. My grandma liked Tony Bennett and Tom Jones too. I remember hearing her sigh when Tom moved those hips.

Fill my heart with song

And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you