Seasons never change
The finest monotony
Every day the same
Haiku-Heights prompt is “Change” AND got this comment from my post The Magic of Imagery. Talk about synchronicity!
“Really in Oregon? bring anti-depressants. the address is in califiornia so once again i don’t know if you are KIDDING ME. if it was in california I’d be tempted to go. Oregon, no way, anytime of the year. let me know. was in oregon for a week in their “sunny” period. it rained the entire time, most depressing vacation, ever.” PK JR.
Yup, Oregon. Nice change from all this unremitting sunshine and all the horror that goes with it:
- Always slathering my body with ooey gooey sunscreen
- Watching hundreds of women at the beach wearing bikinis with bodies like Jennifer Anniston. (excruciating)
- Green Christmases
- Yearning to feel the way Gene Kelly did when he danced around light poles in <em>Singing in the Rain</em>.
- Getting my coif totally messed up from riding in convertibles
- The energy it takes to wash off sand and grit after a day at the beach (No one understands the true grit one has to have to live here)
- The monotony of one day after the other, after the other, after the other with the same weather.
- The hours it takes dead-heading flowers that bloom all year long.
- The expense of watering lawns that never go dormant.
And the very worst – not being a “morning” person and always waking up to sunshine. Now THAT’S agony.
“Why, there’s a change in the weather, there’s a change in the sea,
So from now on there’ll be a change in me,
Why, my walk will be be different, and my talk, and my name,
Nothing about me gonna be the same;
I’m gonna change my way of living, and that ain’t no shock,
Why, I’m thinking of changin’ the way I gotta set my clock,
Because nobody wants you when you’re old and gray.
There’s gonna be some changes made today,
There’ll be some changes made.”
This post is dedicated to Laurie Fessler who never ceases to inspire me.
Check out her blog HibernationNow and you’ll see why . . .