Tunes – Rocking the Night Away

Hide Away – Mick Jagger
You Got Me Rocking – The Rolling Stones
Danger Zone – Kenny Loggins
Start Me Up – The Rolling Stones
Your Love Has Lifted Me Higher And Higher – Rita Coolidge
American Pie – Don McLean
Love Kills – Queen
Time Waits For No One – Freddie Mercury

My middle of the night coffee drinking list. Lost the sweatshirt for a tee-shirt with Randy Orton – Apex Predator on it. Coffee, with its caffeine and heat, percolates my blood.

All this because the house is lonely as the stone across the water on Tanyard Creek, Lake Allatoona when I was a mite younger than these days and could ski that inlet all day long.

Of course, earlier, I got the notice there were proofs to do, and I shall be getting to that eventually. Just now, I am thinking it is time for We Believe by Newsboys, which I have been saving until I cooled down from prancing like Rudolph when he discovered he was to lead the sleigh. Did you not know he danced? Bet ya he did, because he was an outcast promoted to the spotlight. Not that anyone would relate to that or anything. Not really.

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As a prompt, take a current event weave it with a past event, throw in some tunes and create a work to share. Any medium will do, that is all up to you.

This was to be an update on Facebook, but it morphed into something of a fuller body, so I brought it here. I am quite disillusioned with Facebook just now. There are times I contemplate leaving the whole thing behind awhile, but the time is not yet. It bores me, though, Facebook does.

The picture above was taken at Callaway Gardens. I should go visit again. I adore the place. For once, I would like to go when it is warmer so that the butterflies are more plentiful and active in the Butterfly House.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan

My Coffee Friends

My mom and I collected mugs for a while. She bought a lot more of them than I did because me being on Disability, the money did not go too far., I have some on my bookshelves and around.

There were some she had decorating the kitchen on hooks. When Alex came home, he kept breaking them, so I took some down.

This one I used last night was hers. I think I am amping up to do it again.

Sleep, who needs it?

Sometimes I dream of opening up a shop where coffee is served in mom’s mugs, and I pick a book after talking for a few minutes with the customer. If they sit down and decide, they want one or both the things I chose; I sell them. Otherwise, they return them, and all they are out is the cost of a coffee and maybe a pastry.

My son says it could work, but I have no money for space. I think, since I have been told, I can see into a person’s soul that I would be oftener right than mistaken.

Know anybody who would invest in such an idea? Yeah, me neither.

© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan