A rough one, this Tuesday, the last day of June, 2015.
Seems that a holiday week is often a tough one.
Rush, rush, rush.
Need it now.
And then, in the middle of the day, severe storms hit the area.
Greenish yellow skies.
Twist and shout.
Is my house still standing?
Trees toppled, yard ripped up.
A sudden, short burst of sunlight.
The cats are safe.
The house is still intact.
The customers have gone home for the day.
The skies are dark.
The last day of June, 2015.
Was today an illusion? or a reality?
Life is the craziest damn thing.
It changes from minute to minute.
I look in the mirror.
I haven’t changed.
I am still one hot mama.
Liar, liar, pants on fire.
I feel a cool breeze in the air.
It reminds me of autumn.
But it is the last day of June, 2015.
It will be another adventure, into the unknown.
A rough ride?
But an amazing ride, this illusion we call life.
And now I lay me down to sleep.
To rise tomorrow to live another day.
And hope the rain will stay away.
If I should die before I wake,
Sprinkle my blog and ashes in the lake.
As you tip a few at the Chicken Butt’s wake.
But before I go, I want you to know,
I am what I am, and that’s all that I am.
I’m chicken butt, the ultimate ham.