Conversation – 21

I Am a Rock
Song by Simon & Garfunkel

A winter’s day
In a deep and dark December
I am alone
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow
I am a rock I am an island
I’ve built walls
A fortress deep and mighty
That none may penetrate
I have no need of friendship, friendship causes pain
It’s laughter and it’s loving I disdain
I am a rock I am an island
Don’t talk of love
Well I’ve heard the word before
It’s sleeping in my memory
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died
If I never loved I never would have cried
I am a rock I am an island
I have my books
And my poetry to protect me
I am shielded in my armor
Hiding in my room safe within my womb
I touch no one and no one touches me
I am a rock I am an island
And a rock feels no pain
And an island never cries

Baby it’s cold outside. 😎

Good Morning Peeps enjoy this beautiful Monday in our wonderful community. 🎈

The Sound of Silence
Song by Simon & Garfunkel

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
‘Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
No one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
“Fools” said I, “You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you”
But my words like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, “The words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls
And whispered in the sounds of silence”

@taci

I have quite a few of Colleen’s boxes and I love them. I have been using them for years and my sterling still looks brand new. Even with everything that happened in this house they have remained OK.. Hope you purchase them and enjoy them as much as I have. Also glad the family and yourself are feeling better. Enjoy the season. It’s the only time that strangers talk to one another. Why this doesn’t continue all year long is beyond me.

THE ONLY PURSES THAT HAVE NOT CRACKED THROUGH THE YEARS WERE JOY AND IMAN .

@sheba2011

Hi again. Never a dull moment. Just received a phone call from the Rehab. Hubby is being rushed to the hospital. Internal bleeding from the bladder. I was told to stay put and to wait for the hospital to contact me. May not be anything, however the urologist will be seeing him at the hospital. Gee whiz, it’s two weeks today from the surgery. Hoping it’s nothing.

@sheba2011

I am writing this and it is already Monday morning. I didn’t visit hubby yesterday. Instead did a couple of loads of laundry and started cleaning the car out since I have an appointment Wed.. Filled one garbage bag that is ready to go this morning for pickup. I still have the trunk left.

The rain fell yesterday afternoon. We had a thunderstorm followed by a light rain that I’m sure all the new plants enjoyed. Today I have the plumber returning and that job will take at least 3-6 hours depending on what he finds. The new shower head in the Master is leaking and the entire plumbing will need to be replaced and that also includes the guest bathroom. He mentioned that I will not know anything has been done when he finishes. I surmise he took pictures of the tile. I also have a handyman coming to help me decide whether I need new stairs or a ramp leading to the front door. He also will take a look at our metal bed frame to see if he will be able to adjust it so that the new mattress fits. At the same time I think we need a box spring. The mattress is too low for me and with my bad back getting out of bed is difficult. I surmise with exercise and some practice this will become easier. Never in a million years did I think I would have this problem (LOL).

It’s not often I get to say I am enjoying a good read. Never would I think Barbra Streisand could write, but, that has changed. I am reading her Memoir and I cannot put the book down. It’s New York with all the delicatessens and the theater crowd. We are having this conversation. The song “Memories” comes to mind. It’s all of this and more.