A sunday morning in july

i would like to run away from home. far, far, far. but there's nowhere to run to, except maybe the arctic. i'm weary of being pursued by the invisible. i'm weary of all the rules for this and that, all the changing mandates at work and in life when i walk out my door. so, i play with my dog and my cat. i make up stories for them. i don't know if they're listening, but i would like to believe they are. i watch live streaming juvenile eagles living in north fort myers, soon to begin their adult lives far from their birth nest. i binge watch tv series like "reckoning" and "longmire." i'm going to buy a hector lives face mask and only those who have watched "longmire" will know what that means. i look at my weeds and say what are you doing in my almost-grass, and then i yank them out. sorry, weeds, but you're in the wrong place. i do newspaper crossword puzzles, and i cheat via my iphone because i'm clueless about some of those clues. i write poems and flash fiction and i put them on my wordpress site because that's where my creativity goes (just in case anyone's interested, it's www.storygirl18.com.) i try to exercise but i never get very far. i eat dark chocolate like it will save me from perdition and other ugly stuff. i feed squirrels bird food, and i don't know if the birds get any of it. i fill the bird bath with water so the birds can have a bath, and it must feel good because they love it. sometimes they even drink their bath water. i shop online because it's not only safe but it's like christmas; santa claus will be bring me gifts and i get to open the amazon or chewy or animal rescue site boxes and feel like a kid again. i zoom with my family scattered all over the united states and canada once a month; we never did this before the pandemic, and i don't know why. i haven't seen most of my family for years, and i don't know why. i have a vacation coming up; i was supposed to go to the grand canyon north rim but now i'm not going, and now that week in august is empty. kinda sad.

i'm not using capitals today because . . . well, i don't know. lazy fingers? it's 11:11am and i'm tired so i'm going to take a nap or eat chocolate or read a book or . . . run away to an island where the pina coladas and daiquiris keep on coming, delivered by a cute cabana boy who looks like a surfer dude. oh yeah.