Crow’s Day Off!

A fun write on a day from my life.

Crow’s Day Off!

Last week I made a promise and yesterday I followed up on that. It wasn’t hard just something I had to do. Early morning the alarm clock went on a frenzy, its ring was as meant to be, the most annoying. Tired and with my eyes closed, my arm cut through the air to find the clock effortlessly and hitting the snooze button.
My body felt wet and sticky from a night of sweating and swimming in heat. Every roll left and right was stopped with a electrifying shot of pain. Not quit sure why my brain was so worked up and occupied by a thought, my body was in need of a tent and had put up a pole.

For crying out loud!

Does this not promise to be a great start of the day. Grumpy, horny and tired as hell. Well I had a plan ready for situations like this. A simple do and don’t I do every single day. The coffee poured in to the mug relax me with its warm fragrance. Every fatigued muscle follow the impulses from the brain to loosen up and unwind.

My ass drops like an bomb into the softness of the sofa and my spine collapses under the great pull from gravity. Just the way every morning has to start. Slow and tranquil until the moment bells start ringing. God dam I forgot the alarm clock.

I drag my chin across the floor back to the bedroom. Only to find a gorgeous puffed curvature inviting me to dig my teeth in and dwell mindlessly between two peeks. While all curves smile at me with great ease, my own drop like that of painted clown. I made a promise and have to go and turn of the alarm clock.

I’ll be back!

After a second mug of coffee my normal calm returns and a smile has started to form. A quick wash to refresh from the night’s escapades to renew my eternal youth. Snaps and cracks of joints as I stretch myself remind me of the times I actually was young and limber.

The day off to fulfil a promise and ready to get busy. It may have been a while but something we never forget or unlearn. A third and final mug to start the day refreshed with a  vigilant awareness. All batteries recharged to full.

Going like greased lightning!

The house was still quiet but the table was all set up and ready to be used by me. Everything was cut to size. All that was left was to draw a straight line across to show the starting point. Finger tips curl around the edges, gently squeezing them together. One moment the surface is smooth as silk or a tantalizing goose bumps.

Like a conductor I take the lead and pick up the stick into my hand. With some well placed strokes I brush the white slimy paste like substance all over. It is warm and dripping all over my hand. A shake has it fly through the room.

My hand slams on to my forehead. What the hell was I thinking? Slumped down I run my hand through my hair, forgetting all about the gooey stuff.

Oh, behave! Yeah, baby!

Surely one can only imagine what the hell that would have looked like after a couple of swings covered in this almost transparent white sludge. “There is something about Mary!”

Oh yes imagine the look on me when I pass a mirror and see my new hairdo. Looking like a quail who is trying to be a punk and put its plume into a saw blade stuck into its head. All that was missing were the metal pins and buttons stuck in the face.

Is that … is that hair gel?

I jumped to the occasion to help out a cousin of mine. It is the normal thing to do when a relative asks for help. How cares it takes up a day. Sure enough it was hard work and ended up in a disaster for me. The end result was breathtaking if I did say so myself. I did my very best and got it all done. It was an orgy of colours while catching my breathe.

Sweat dripping from chin onto the otherwise naked surroundings. Streams ran along the spine as I stretched my body to reach the heavens. Every nook and cranny I visited with confidence and rubbed out the wrinkles. It came to end and I was pleased with the result.

I was the one who got chosen to do this after all and a sigh of relieve escaped my wet lips after a sip from a cold beer that looked at me in the fridge with those luscious drops of chilled water rolling down its neck.

Pick me! Pick me!

And so ended a day at an empty house, wall papering two rooms for a cousin of mine. It is something you do for family. No questions ask. You help them out by waving the brush on a stick around. Plastering paper to a wall so that the kids rooms are done before the move.

It was  a fun day that ended up with me looking like a fool and drinking a beer when my uncle showed up to do his work. Going home and running straight into the shower and relax some more.

Hope you enjoyed reading my silly writing today.