:: in the Dark of Night
Not sleeping tonight. Restless, not wanting to desturb my sweetie or be grumped at by Chirpa. Too tired to do anything requiring thought. Sitting at my laptop trying to avoid the hell-hole that is doom scrolling. Looking at my data drive wondering if there is something exciting enough to hold my attention. A flicker of interest. I have my newest blog working. I am happy with it; why not clear out the accumulated chaff consisting of decades of old blogs, blog attempts, blog ideas, blog templates... There must be thousands of directories listed under LBBWeb.
Soon I was happily puttering away deleting collected themes from long forgotten platforms along with the notes made in the attempt to understand them. Ah, yes, delicious progress, the trash bin filling up and bytes freed for future use. Then it happened, this tiny, unassuming file with one of those blog challenges popped open on the screen. "If I were..." Tired brain seizes on this and starts typing...
If I Were, I’d be
If I were a month, I’d be September, remembering the excitement of back to school.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Monday, the freedom of being back at school.
If I were a time of day, I’d be 2300 or so, quiet and peaceful.
If I were a planet, I’d be Pluto, small and insignificant (Never Forget! Remember Pluto!)
If I were an animal, I’d be a Rottweiler, calm and dignified.
If I were a direction, west, direction of the prairie wind.
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a waterbed.
If I were a liquid, I’d be the blackest of coffee (I make navy coffee I'm told!)
If I were a gemstone, I’d be a warm piece of amber.
If I were a tree, I’d be a tamarack.
If I were a tool, I’d be a jar opener; darn jars with tight lids!.
If I were a flower, I’d be scented sweet peas.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be a crisp, sunny fall day.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a cello.
If I were a colour, I’d be tones of rich chocolatey brown or rust.
If I were an emotion, I’d be peaceful.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a black-currant.
If I were a sound, I’d be wind-chimes in a breeze.
If I were an element, I’d be earth.
If I were a car, I’d be a Volkswagen Beetle.
If I were a food, I’d be Kirkland Ripple Chips with pink salt.
If I were a place, I’d be this perfect acreage we live on.
If I were a material, I’d be denim.
If I were a taste, I’d be Death by Chocolate ice-cream.
If I were a scent, I'd be the scent of garden loam after a gentle rain.
If I were a body part, I’d be a brain high with creative energy.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be the cutest crooked smile.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be Redwing work boots ready for anything.
Okay, this was actually relaxing. May-be I can sleep for a few hours,
Zuzia
Stay Calm, Be Brave, Sleep Well! With love,
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jgs / |`= the Little Brown Bird