The one day (besides your wedding anniversary) that you absolutely cannot forget unless you are the perfect partner. Quite honestly, there are a dwindling few of us left.
I was rifling through some old papers and actually found this poem I wrote when I was nine years old. If it is not the worst love poem ever, it’s got to be in the top (or bottom) three. It is untitled.
I asked thee once
Thou spoke no word
What say thee now
My little bird?
Smooth hands, soft skin and flushing cheeks
All molded into one
Reflect upon your beauty
Whose brilliance outshines the sun.
The air it seemed so fresh and great
Then came the inquisition
The air it seemed to permeate
And I knew my position
You, my goddess doth love I
Preposterous yet so
I ask myself the question “why?”
Will no one ever know?
So, as you can tell, I am a hopeless romantic. Always have been. Today Karen is in her glory because she will watch rom-coms all day as we enjoy these glorious rays of sunshine in Arizona.
Update on Karen bugging me to get my haircut: surprisingly, she only gave me one dig this morning when she asked me for the feather duster and she said before I could answer, “never mind; I see it is on top of your noggin.” She has been surprisingly mum on the matter. I think she is slowly learning (like WOPR the computer from War Games) that since I am no longer working, it is not a priority for me to go get a haircut. If she keeps this up, I am gonna get my haircut. Sooner or later she will break and start threatening and cajoling me to go get my locks shorn. I just know it; a tiger doesn’t change their spots.
My Manchester United Reds stunk up the Hawthornes with a 1-1 draw to lowly (next-to-last in the standings) West Bromwich Albion. I think playing like we are, a realistic expectation would be 4th place. At least that would qualify us for Champion’s League play next season. I truly believe what would take us “over the top” would be the return of a healthy (and motivated) Paul Pogba to play alongside Bruno Fernandes to feed our absolutely hungry strikers. If that is the case, I think the expectation moves to a second-place possible finish in the final Premier League table. My take on our current goal-scorers: 1-Cavani looks like he was born to score goals. He is always around the ball and firing away when he gets shots to take. 2-Marcus Rashford can look all-world on one play and third-division on other occasions. The inconsistency is preventing him from being world-class. I like Anthony Martial, always have. He can look like a dazed deer in the headlights, or very fluid and technically brilliant. I think in another year he starts to show his goods. I hope he has the potential to put 20 in the back of the old potato sack next season. Mason Greenwood is a younger version of Cavani (with a lot more speed) and I have no doubts the experience he is gaining in his early career is shaping him to be a major force in English (and international) football for years to come.
Happy Valentine’s Day my friends and