Sunday night Ramble

[goosefish]

The lady is out making Christmas sashes--little hand tied bags, stuffed with dried herbs. She gives me a call on the cell telling me her favorite movie is on. The Titanic. I've never see it. She cries evertime she does. I say I'II check it out for awhile. I flip through the channels, Platoon is on. I watch platoon for a few. Then go off and find Titanic.
Leonardo is busy with his mission: busting up from steerage to hang with the very very attractive women up in first class. Oh, there together now doing some kissing. It's flat calm out. The captain's gone off to his bunk. Oh, more than kissing now. If I stay to the end of this film, then, I, too, might find myself on the couch with the two dogs, water welling in my eyes.