It all began the other blessed sun-kissed day..
After travelling outside, on my bicycle to play.
Meeting a handsome drug addict along the way
$20.00 - to talk to me, is all I made him pay
Stripping off his fancy shirt in the light of day
While flexing, the wierdest things he did say
Senior Center secretary seeing the display
Wore a smile rather than a frown of dismay
Walking down back stairs to avoid the fray
I ran away from him, pretty pronto and amskray
Cycling downtown to file my late tax return
Finding out a phone call costs 50 cents - to burn
A man at the booth, with wanting did yearn
To teach a lesson you must also be keen to learn
For gourmet raw food; my belly was set on churn
I asked that music promoter to drive down ..and turn
Afraid I was a Woman who was intent on him to spurn
He took his time parking as his gut did surely set churn
Gorilla Food; where we talked for a tasty hour or two
6 ft 3 telling me," Gain weight" with my pounds too few
I let him bite into my hemp seed chocolate cake so true
Strangers come together while senses rawsomely renew
For a Monkey Sandwich a woman will almost anything do
Takes away the hunger of treats too sparse and seldom few
Some of us have no intention of setting up someone to screw
Beings, actually of the sweetest and sanely conscious few
Besides what's a mid-life Momma wearing hot gear to do?
Rather spread this joy to a deserving and attentive crew
Before I wrangled a free Yin class, at YYoga at its best
I met a man on his bike, whom in artistic sexuality does attest
Partner with "The Art Of Loving", where sex never takes a rest
Woman writing "The V-Spot" works for our mag, with sexy zest
1 1/2 hrs of muscle and ligament stretching took us to the crest
As one of the full class of 30, "Never felt better," I gratefully confess
Dan was our kind intructor who gave beyond his all rather than less
Time to take care of ourselves and leave behind self-induced 'stress.'
Later,sweating for 25 minutes in a healing infared sauna, prepared me
For what no sweet soul upon a couple of wheels would ever wanna see.
Spying a guy on a racing bike, with 3 bags of empties; nowhere to flee ...
Hit in ,the face and knocked to the hard pavement, to fall upon my knee
It would have been less painful falling out of a friendly old, oak tree
Rather than being befelled by dirty, hard-core dumpster diver energy
An Angel came up and offered her healing touch Reiki services, luckily
A Victoria homeopath, staying at The Sutton Hotel, set my heart free
A generous gift of a paid cab ride home, along with some freezing ice
Allowed me to thank this loving universe; always ever so kind and nice
Doesn't matter if your "slumlord" still won't take care of the hidden mice
My homeschooler has a bath ever 2 weeks and he doesn't carry head lice
Who cares if I'm evicted and my coward neighbours called MCFD, twice
In this world, meddlesome rodents make themselves known, and are rife
All I know is that every hit feeds my creativity and lengthens my life
And, I'd rather be single and loving my son than be any whiner's wife!!!
Katherine Marion
http://www.supernaturalwoman.com/
p.s.
Well, my right leg can eaily be dragged or lifted, as long as I do not willfully bend it past it's now breaking capacity ... a mere 45%\!
So much for my plan to take a slow ferry out of this far-fetched and often falling apart village of Vancouver. My upcoming landlady is probaby beyond tired of me concocting one more seasoned excuse; " son's assault in a back alley, by 3 teens" - just this week, "Going into anaphylactic shock" - after eating some over-heated thinly sliced rye slices, and finally, being "hit by a mad cyclist" - and dropped merilessly to the ground.
With days needed to get my leg back in working order, after immense and necessary swelling goes down, all I want to do is write, as I sit firmly, upon my firm, suntanned butt, as I find one more excuse to pour out my feelings, as I express .. rather than depress myself.
Who knows, maybe I will work on my tan-lines, during this warm Indian Summer, "Without The Native", as I have been affirming for over a healing decade; after being kicked in the leg and smacked in the face by my x- the one who so lovingly gifted me with a child!
Not only is he coming back to town in October, as he has so kindly shared with me, in a recent strained phone conversation .... I can still feel his heart is more frozen than the ice I hold against my leg.
Besides, his passive-agressive behoviours led him to get his then girlfriend, B, to throw gravel in my face, from a moving car, the day before family court, so many maddeninly crazy yeara ago.
The most recent rat - of the 4 legged and harmless ilk - has left the building, thanks to peanut butter and a Rogers cell phone box that Kaelin rigged up, this week. Don't know if I have guts to work my abs on that floor, yet. But, I will get off my own butt to ready for my fill of rat's tales ...Tenancy meeting, via good 'ol fashioned telephone at month's end, unless something else grabs my magical attention, and I move into the perfect place - before I break - to preciously mend.
To you and your insanely sane sense of humor, my thought-provoking concepts, divine discourse and humorous happenings .. I do graciously send!!!!
p.p.s.
This pic of me in my new Bilabong Bikini, was taken at The Fox Hotel - one deluxe multi-star resort, up in beautiful Banff, a few wonderfully relaxing weeks ago.
Posts
