Full Brim Ahead

2024.11.02 (1)

Good morning that wonderful way.

How's the day? Wonderful? Uneventful? The usual?

That's bull. There's always something new. Change your view.

Tomorrow morning finally ends this good morning dark.

I love the night.

At night.

The Sun ought to be at least yawning when you wake up, at least on its first round of just hit the snooze button sleep.

Sure I get up early, but holding out for three hours for first light is a bit extreme.

Still the keys aren't cutting it. Still going over to longhand.

Unless I want to sit here and type how longhand would go better.

I could do the old fashioned freewrite where I just type as fast as the moment can hold and clear out the bilge of thoughts in the way of the good stuff.

What's the good stuff? The words that feel the moment.

Something about a pen lately holds the moment better than the keys.

I'll sit here and tip tap these for a bit longer for the feel of it then grab the pen and go from there.

I don't mind. Writing is where it's at for me. Other than you, my favorite thing to do. Tied for first place.

And as you're not close enough to do yet... writing it is.

They're getting more comfortable now, adjusting to the way.

Something loves a keyboard key's tap, something overshadowed by the swoops and hollers of the scratch and slide of the pen's glide.

Rhymes found the QWERTY, so we'll see what comes if we let it be and keep going here.

Steer clear! Look out dear! They're here! Here! Here! Here!

Yeah it's nonsense over here.

Feeling good though.

Healthier. Stronger.

Hope is an exercise in time.

Life is, too, if you really want to get down to it.

And we do like to get down.

Shake it like it's hot and what not.

There's fire on the floor, don't run for the door: Dance! Now's your chance! Shine. Shine. You're looking so fine: Shine!

There's a pop song there. If pop song-ing is your thing, take a swing.

Or Swing!

It's a dance you know, from a long time ago.

We ought to bring it back. The club scene is a barbaric circus right now.

Back to the days of speakeasies and flappers and fedoras.

We ought to bring back the fedora.

The ball cap went from UV protection to:
"Hey, you put your hat on backwards. Where's your catcher's mask?"

To: "I turned it around, but tripped on my hip hop didn't complete the circle, so I'll call it fashion. Anyone see my sunglasses? Sure is bright out here."

"Use your hat."

"What's a hat have to do with helping to block the sun from shining in my eyes?"

Rhythm established. Still onto handwriting.

How are you?

Getting your act together?

Getting it done?

Having some fun?

Hat properly adjusted?

Ready to do the day?

Good.

Take care, full brim on head ahead! and have your better day.