Honey Mosso: Do You Want One or Two Cherries

I breathe out a big sigh as I go over this weekends activities. It's the Fourth of July and for most, this means fun in the sun. But woe is me as I jump with glee, I plan on catching up on my long overdue screenplay.

Let's see, it's been a few light years. I surprise myself with my ability to put things off. All I have to do is take what's been in my head for months and years and tippy tap on the keyboard to get it done. But nooooo, I seem to find ways to defer my pleasure for another day. Gad! I am beginning to see a pattern here.
I don't really put off exercising, I just don't do it for one reason or another. I must improve. I vow to improve. I will do better.

I don't have my finger on why I put off writing my screenplay, actually I have two mini dramas in my head. Maybe that's why? Two seems overwhelming??? No, that can't be it. I love to write. I have always loved to write.

In the fourth grade, I rewrote one of the great Prayers people have repeated for centuries. I was young. I thought I could do a better job, but the nuns didn't think so. Now that I'm grown, I think they smiled a bit too much, secretly anyway.

Reminiscing about my school days makes me realize the puzzlement of why I became a writer.  Let me get off subject for a moment… and just say, I wonder how many young people realize what an impact the early days of life have on "who you are" later in life. No one told me that I should do certain things this way or that, so when I got to be an adult, I'd be traveling the path I want. I should write a book about that. Oh well. Maybe I will. I'll put it on my list. Hah hah.

Well (a deep subject) [Gad!] it is Friday, and the Friday before a long weekend, no less. Sunday is actually the Fourth, but Monday is  the celebratory holiday. That makes it a welcome 3-day holiday for those who trudge at jobs. For the self-employed, that would be me, I choose when I want to work, and unfortunately, that is most of the day, 6 days a week. No, I'm not complaining. I love what I do. I enjoy the opposite life. For me and my honey, holidays are days to stay away from the typical hot spots. After all, we can take time for a quick get-away anytime of day when most people are at the tall cement buildings with multi-floor elevators.

Am I going anywhere?!? Probably not. I'll wait for the non-crowded days to do my vacationing, shopping and general out and away. But Friday is date night. And it's here. Today. Yea! I love date night. We're doing take-out tonight. I picture warm, smell-good food from one of our fav restaurants in the area, maybe Chili's. A cool drink, movie and a bowl of popcorn. It doesn't take much to make me happy. I'm a cheap date!

Honey Mosso

I've invented this cool drink. It's called, a Honey Mosso. Honey for me, and Mosso for drink it up fast cause it's so good. It's simple really. 3/4 Squirt and 1/4 OJ topped with an umbrella stick that holds 2 Maraschino cherries and a chunk of pineapple. It is good and refreshing. I have a big glass in arm's reach right now.

I'm really looking forward to this holiday weekend. I've had a long, somewhat tiring day, but it's been a pleasant day working in my office with Bailey and my honey. [Oops, I put the dog before my honey there]. Business is superb. We have awesome clients. Stupendous vendors that are the best. We work from home, doing business with our dogs. Life is good.

Before I sign off, I want to add a thought about my journey to learn more about who I am. I know, I know. You probably wonder why I don't already know the answer to this question. I do… sort of. I have misgivings. I'm not sure that who I think I am, is really who I am. My brain knows the truth. I will endeavor.

I am a good person. Bailey thinks so, so it must be true. Yippee. I am a writer. Yes, I can check that off my list. What's next? Who can say. I'll continue down the discovery road and maybe I'll learn something.

But for now, I'll enjoy date night, play with Bailey and sip my Honey Mosso.

Good night, blog.