My joints creak getting out of bed and on my way to the bathroom.

The hallway is narrow. Hold to the sides. I remember when I was a kid

and climbed my way to the ceiling of my house using my hands and

feet. It was between the kitchen and dinning room. Lizards were

jealous of me. But back to my creaking joints. And to the kitchen to boil

water for coffee and toast. At this hour there is a fresh 80 degrees shade

next to the workroom. That’s plenty of time for my coffee and toast.

And to think. Have no idea what, but to let my mind roam freely.

As the early hummingbird that passes before my eyes in a flash.

Hurrying to the roses by the back door to the kitchen to get its

breakfast. Besides roses, I have him a hummingbird fountain.

For him and his family. I have seen them fight. One going after the

other in a frenzy. Gee…I say to myself. You too!

There is still some Flor de Noche aroma dangling. Rest my feet on a

footstool. Cross my legs and take a look at my thoughts.

What is it going to be today?

I don’t know yet. Well, have to take care of that door that for some

reason doesn’t lock easily…change my guitar strings…continue reading

that book my friend lent me…practice that 3/4 tempo that keeps eluding

me. I’m trying it at 90 and 120 BPM. It’s coming its coming.

After that…I’m going to record a beautiful Mexican song: La Llorona.

” You we’re getting out of church when I saw you/ you were wearing a

beautiful Huipil and for a second I thought Virgen Mary was going

to say hi/ “

Something like that. What else….oh, yes. Have a date with the Gym and

those young women who show me stretching exercises and others.

At this rate I’m going to beat Stallone in his VII Rocky sequel.

Kidding. You can see the silly thoughts I look at while drinking my

coffee. And its going to get worse after my second cup.

Ah, but it makes me feel good.

Hope you have a wonderful day.

EO