used the berries we picked
to make a strawberry pie for breakfast
what a fine way to begin a day.
“to whoever invented fantasy, redwood trees, and pie for breakfast; well done.”
-dr sun wolf
et, longtime sporty friend of mine
signed up to do a quick 5k this morning
prior to our bookclub brunch
and was surprised to learn
that she was somehow stuck doing a 5-miler
due to a ‘volunteer miscommunication error’
and toughed it out, arriving on time.
please note the difference in her demeanor, expression, and body language
in the photos
still running and realizing the mileage
arriving at brunch and enjoying a breakfast bud light.
as i walked in, i looked around and asked out loud,
“is this elvis day or something?”
i heard a deep voice following me in who answered,
“you better believe it baby.”
and that is how we found ourselves sharing a breakfast space.
luckily, elvis read the sign, waited to be seated
climbed up on the counter and belted out hits
elvis worked the crowd and met a tiny dancer
and changed costumes before my second cup of coffee
it was a full breakfast.
“to me, john lennon and elvis presley were punks,
because they made music that evoked those emotions in people. “
lovely spot tucked away in the city
site of a
(books and drinks and samba society)
talking about books
sharing many laughs
meeting new and interesting people
sharing the piñata head
in what seemed
much too short a time
everyone was off
in different directions
to see flashdance one more time
to watch sports
continued the celebration elsewhere
after this wonderful beginning to the day.