Night Balcony and Bumblebees
- My balcony is back, the sunshine on rendez-vous, and that little place, my private space, has returned to be mine and mine only. [Must shop for plants, sweep, take out table, and start reading/eating breakfast there in mornings]- I've been stung by a bumblebee. No, I am ok, fret not, I don't mean in the *ouch* real way, it is a me-ta-phor! I don't know how it happened, but last night, somewhere between burnt marinated limes and jello, it just did. He always said he was a good thing for me, I've always sort of smiled and nodded. Now I truly believe it... and I told him so this morning. Who would have thunk. April Fool's...
posted by isabellenecessary at 2:13 PM
2 Comments:
metaphors are goood!!as long as they remain as metaphors without transforming into a fixed image...;)
Oh look someone deleted a comment... hummm... oh well. I'm shure it was nothing.
As far as you're life... with burt limes... (sorry don't mean snoop)
Believing is actually easy... when you look at something. You can believe in just about anything if you stare at it long enough... I believe in that woman with the cream across her bely...You know the one in the Metro publicity ad. Oh man do I believe in her!
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