At montecarlo restaurant the guy didn know me
If I saw him outside he’d be a stranger
The pizza was good, everything you’d want.
Ate and left
We were in the crowd, out of sorts
Tired from the day
Went back to our hotel and crashed.
It was quiet as we slept all night.
we’ve steadied a warble
In anticipation of the tumble
Wrapping for a departure
i think we can make it.
i'll have some chocolate.
I ‘ll check carefully this time.
Stepping back to observe in good attention
Those small side street places
And Remos in testachio - the top of the loop.
If I’m checking I don’t want to do half a job.
Ah, Sapri and the god one there,
We’ll it’s like besance France,
I can’t get around to all of them.
And the others, oh yes, more.
Perky maybe, depends eh?
Street guys came by sucking up leaves.
one more try. take ‘em out.
nary a shout, these are quiet guys.
city workers
have to be wary to see ‘em passing.
a cop went by.
he was silent too.
As expected , complete with the usual holiday
We wrapped November.
As usual it went well. Thirty day’s worth.
As usual I strained the day banging against my
intentions.
Driveway walking went three times,
cold and complete. This is to set me and you up
To see the walk as the important event it is, don’t
just blow it off as nothing. Walking keeps me
Thinking, thinking.
Ten till five and darkening. Good November to you.
How much coming down?
I told her we can take it.
We’ll dodge and trod
Into the mist. We’ll make it.
Holding on to last night’s rain
This morning the slow button is depressed.
I’ll keep you warm and dry my darling
Wrapping you comfortably caressed.
Only bet
What you can
Afford to lose.
This is a public service announcement
Someone should have received a bonus
For writing that one.
Personally, on the matter,
i don’t want to throw away any money.
Not quite gloves yet,
Coming up, you bet.
My hats ready, all set,
Heading in, no fret
Sure things went on
Another regular day from the time I awoke.
Drying out from previous day’s rain, light wind and sun,
Just to tell you how it went after it had begun.
A Saturday all for all to enjoy.
To get you straight I saw no one and nothing happened.
Maybe that’s why the day went so smoothly;
The day had no ripples in it.
Woke to the tapping,
Rain drops smacking;
Coming down crystal clear
Nothing lacking this wet November day.
The final leaves will soak and fall,
Winter’s ready to make a call.
This season has done the job,
Wrap up with an apple Bob.
We won’t play that game,
Years have passed, it’s not the same.
We’ll remember and surrender
To the grace of the years.
Fewer than usual is less regular.
Sun shines calm beginning this day.
Could have come up with more, then again
i prefer a clean look without imagining overboard.
Sliding out of bed
Crisping somewhat ahead.
Thin blue overhead.
Red leaves turning orange.
Low dawn cracks slipping in.
Let’s you know day begins.
Our efforts are attentive and cautious.
An eye out for what’s next.
A crossroad is ahead.
I remember the Woolybear.
That closed years ago, we’d have breakfast there.
Just to try it. A spot alone in the country.
A bird just flew against the window.
A real whap; I hope it’s all right.
I jumped, saw it fly to the bush out front.
Now it’s here picking berries.
Gasing up for a flight south.
Every body’s working.
Have the way open with tickets and packing.
A good time to settle in, see friends again.
Check the familiar streets,
Ride the favorite buses to familiar places
We’ll test the pasta at Pasquali’s.
See old friend’s faces.
Checking new and proven places.
See museums and hear hard rain.
Ride a train,
Look around some.
It will be fun
To be home again.
Sorted clothes for the trip, sort of.
Meaning, I have selected what I’m wearing.
Much supposedly complete and comfortable.
Washed, folded and packed.
Not lacking.
To the sky stacking.
Coming up the back trail,
Straight along directly into town.
As clouds gather.
It will be an average rainy day.
Today clothes get put together,
We’re coming to go time.
A few cars, no walkers this a.m.
I saw three cars already, two or three.
The color is new outside.
Light with a breeze.
A fresh adaptation from the old.
A different variation.
Curious how how all has changed
To something unseen before.
The trees. Bushes even the lawn
Have mellowed into color not previously exposed.
I’d say we’re coming on it.
The big trip that’s been delayed
so long, now can you see
It’s here on us, oh yes.
Packed and prepared or so,
It seems we can say we’re set.
To see our friends
On our familiar lanes.
We’re going home again.
Back to our dear friends,
Chalk up our old sights,
Back to our memories.
