The Rabbit Hole of Covid, or Crazy Rona!!

 You need to understand, I wish for all of my people, to have a cup of coffee with me every morning!!

Family, friends, neighbors, actors that I think are my friends, singers, dancers, people who do a good job on my house, artists ALL!!, Wake up with me, and talk.

   For instance, I have my coffee, hubs is in his chair, watching God awful news, its dark, with just a small light on, (thank you Alexa) I sit.

  A few sips of Joe in, I ask Bill, " Have you ever wondered about Cow feet?" " You know hooves, or whatever they call their feet?" " Horses have hooves, maybe cows too?" " Anyway, has that crossed your mind? ( Dr. Baron from Princeton!)

 With his eyes closed, "No".

So I continue...….."For some reason, on You Tube, I found myself watching people fix cow hooves, and its fascinating!" " They have two hooves, is that were cloven hooves comes from?? Any way, they have so many problems, and it makes me feel terrible." " They have special machines, and tools, and dig out, horrible things, oh lord, I have gone down the rabbit hole of Hooves!!!" " I SWEAR I was watching Poldark information, that is important, and there it was Cow Hoof people." " So I glanced, and went deep, where is my Ross and Demelza??" " I did not stay on it long, maybe 25 cows or so, and I had to get onto something else, I had a fear, of becoming a vegetarian." I sat quiet for a minute, my darling was snoring, I thought some more. " Artists in their studio!, I felt such a relief." So for another 10 minutes or hours, ( nah, just a few minutes) I worked with Picasso, Monet and Freida. I rearranged my studio a million times, and am convinced you have to not have children or the need to wash clothes, to be a true artist. I really enjoyed The Painters of Monhegan Island, watch if you desire. So sweet a way to drink coffee, and wake to the world.

      I then asked The Dr. did he know of the area in Maine, this island, of artists. He replied, "No, do you want me to look it up??" ( by now its 5:30 am!!) and ever so gently I said, " NO, you were not interested in my hooves, I will research this island myself." He coughed and said, " What hooves are you talking about, Farmer Bonnie!" ( He did not say farmer bonnie, but I know he was thinking it!)

" Its all good, go back to sleep, I will remain with my Covid/Rona brain, of exploring, adventure and 

lust!!" Happy Thursday to me.

  Now you see why I wish, you would just come visit someday, have a cup of coffee, and discuss all things in the world with me.

Hooves to Artists and all in-between.

Life is wonderful.

I promise

B

Red Table Talk, with a Few Stains!!

    It is believed that I am an early riser. 

    Today I woke up at 3am, out of bed around 4:30ish, ( this is two days ago blog) and slipped downstairs to the sound of a tennis ball hitting a racquet. I was elated, that my mantra for meditation, was on the telly.

Australian Tennis Open, I can close my eyes and hear where the ball hits. It is nirvana for me, and who doesn't like a good "grunt" sound anytime. 

I thought long and hard about my friends, knowing me so well, thinking.....well Bonnie is happy this morning!! It comforts me to have wonderful friends, at all different times in my life. A plethora of beauty, wealthy in humor, excellence in smarts, sassy britches, darling, precious girlfriends. Loose change gals, all topics are on the table. Deep, hard, gut-wrenching questions answered. Laughter coming from your toes, spewing stories all over the place. I think we need to start a Pod Cast!! When I say tennis or Tucci, I need not say more, you know where I am going with this feed. Pasta, Pablo and Baby Jesus....I never have to explain...my friends...just hop on the love train with me.

While watching, my tennis, the announcer was full tilt Scottish, or Liverpool London, and I wondered out loud to the hubs, mentioning that I would follow that voice anywhere!!! I got nothing, Hmmmm Brad?Johnny Macks brother, mumbled darling Bill Hubs. NO, ( remember its early) that man who is spoon feeding me, the details of the match in a thick beautiful tongue of somewhere!! Where are my girls??

All I would have to say is, Scottish, London, Poldark, Outlanders, tennis...….any of those, they would know exactly my thoughts. Fashion, raising children, animals, Dryness, Tree climbing Simon from Bridgerton , Oh my girls, you are all, so important to me. My heart bursts with love, our lists our huge, and our secrets are safe. From Church nursery school, Norwood, Kirby, Jackson, University Hospital, Methodist Hospital, Methodist church, Episcopal church, Neighborhoods, North and South, East and West, Holcomb Bridge Middle School, Taylor Road Middle School, Autry Mill Middle School. Every year of my earthly life, I have shared everything with my friends, I love you all to the moon and back, and maybe more!!

Who would have ever thought that an early morning tennis game, with a darling mans voice, could bring you all to my mind!!

You know the answers, and that my friend, is priceless!!! 

I love you all