Another Saturday Morning

Another Saturday Morning

It’s another Saturday morning.
Seems like there’s one every week or so.
I’m sipping coffee again on my
small patio. I can hear airplanes
leaving or approaching
the Millard airport, but can't see them
due to cloud cover.
I’m the only one I see
sipping coffee on a deck or patio.
In fact the only people I’ve seen
at all was a woman on a sidewalk near the
Papillion Senior Center who
appeared to be out on her
morning walk and
a guy spraying weed killer,
I presume, on a decorative
boulder feature in my parking lot.
But that was it; no other people.
Maybe they are sleeping in or think
it is too hot out. It really isn’t.
I wish I could sleep in like that.
I seem to wake up about 7 am
no matter what time I go to bed
or how tired I am at the end
of the previous day.
I sometimes can nap in the afternoons
in my leather Barca Lounger recliner,
but even that’s rare anymore.
Today is a blank slate,
tabula rasa,
sort of day. I have no
scheduled events
or appointments to attend to.
So far I’ve put away a few dishes,
took out the garbage,
watched some tv news,
and sat for a while on my patio.
Maybe I’ll write a poem.