Monday, January 08, 2007

Life with purple chair

On a Monday, start with a purple chair. Sit in it with your red hat on, holding your cup of green tea, nodding pleasantly to passersby, even if they stare.

Eventually, you’ll want a cushion, maybe repair that broken arm. Set up a small table with an umbrella next to it. Read the daily news, or a good book as you sip your tea, or maybe it’s a latte by this time.

Huddle under the umbrella as the rain steadily falls around you, write poetry in your blue notebook, have serious conversations on your cell phone. Text message your lover. Drink a good cabernet or single malt scotch.

Watch the sun set, then fold up the umbrella as the stars pop out into the sky. Tune into your ipod, and let music take you where it will, perhaps into a land of golden guitars, piano poetry, saxophones, trumpets, drums, a singer of honey or smoke or buzz.

And in your dreams you dismantle the purple chair, and rebuild it again and again, until you can call it your own.

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When fortune calls, offer her a chair.
~ Yiddish proverb

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