rainy day

did my cp for an hour
read dimello.

called cdl guy for jaime
called bob cummings for work
talked to his wife

plan b.
do my cp
do my spiritual reading
do my writing.
practice on the machine
read the book
a year should go by pretty fast
see where i am in a year
even if i never did another job
i should be pretty good on the machine
in a year to do broadcast captioning.

i don't feel like writing about the stovepipe man.
i don't feel like writing about the guy in the
hospital with the lost daughter.

i feel like writing about a flower.

there were all different colroed roses in a
see through glass vase

i never notice it before
but the arranger had crossed the stems in the
bottom of the vase so it appeared like an x

kind of interesting.

the flowers were orange and purple
full bodied roses
they had opened during the night
and they were lush and inviting
their colors mesmerized me.
and their smell was a delight.

i'd never seen a purple rose before
and on closer inspection its petals
were different hues of lilac
very pretty

the orange roses were magnificent
like round globes of sun
intermingled with the friendly overshadow of
lavender

they leaned on each other
the orange and the purple
and created a sight to behold.