what mrs foley ate today

espresso with hot milk
rice edamame corn with maple syrup bacon bits and splashes of thick cream and butter
a grain and seed breakie, that

chocolateorange bread with whipped cream

this is the cream diet

roast beef hash with Fancy Ketchup

not done yet / the day is young

Rudolph and Frosty

these fatuous tunes have been planted in my brain pan

when i was a kid Christmas music was Silent Night / O Come All Ye Faithful / Hark the Herald Angels Sing

oh where are they now ?

not in the shifty markup

Passport Picture

we decided we were having a good hair day so we went to the post office to have our picture taken for our new passport

we were wrong about the hair

and then when La Senora della Vanita looked at our pictures she pointed to our rosy cheeks

hmmmm ? she murmured

have you been drinking wee drams of port in the afternoon ?

oh no we said

our cheeks are rosy from walking in the sunshine on the desert

that's our story and we are sticking to it

we are reeling . . . . .

. . . . . .

from all the turning points and tipping points we are experiencing lately

we dont know which end is up

we run around in circles so we dont careen off the walls

worst of all we cant find the exit

surely an escapade is in the offing

now ? yes, NOW