More Fibs for Fibbing Friday

 

For Fibbing Friday, the task at hand is:

1. What is a pinkie? A very small brooch.

2. What is a fortress? What is for tress is barrette or bobby pin.

3. What is a snapdragon? A large, irritated, flying lizard.

4. What is a pantry? An unsuccessful attempt at flipping a pancake which ends up the flapjack on the ceiling.

5. What is a windchime? A clock won in a raffle.

6. How would you describe a banana? With pen and paper or vocally.

7. What is a moustache? A rodent’s dental pain.

8. What is a nub? A freshly hatched flying, stinging insect that produces honey.

9. What is a metaphor? It is for referring to yourself.

10. What is a lunatic? A burrowing insect on a moonlit night.

Walking to Town for Blast from the Past

I am in Sheridan, Wyoming, spending the night at the home of my best friend since college days, having flown from Guadalajara to Billings Montana yesterday. I was picked up by my sister Patti, and after spending the night in a motel near the airport, we drove to Sheridan. Here I have  seen a number of old friends and tomorrow Patti and I drive to Murdo, South Dakota, to our high school reunion, which meets every 5 years. If it had been held last year, it would have been my 60th year reunion and Patti’s 64th, but our school in our town of 700 was so small that it is necessary to just combine all of the class reunions from every year into one big reunion held every 5 years. Murdo, South Dakota, here we come!!!

It is appropriate, then, that my “Blast from the Past” prompt to reblog a blog posted on this date in an earlier year describes a day at my reunion ten years ago. Here it is:

Walking to Town

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Lifelessons,

I was trying to post my blog when my sister and brother-in-law asked if I wanted to accompany them to town to meet friends at the Star Cafe.  Since I’d been trying in vain to post since I woke up this morning, I decided to stay in the motel until I’d posted, so she told me to call when I was ready to come into town and she’d come get me.

A few hours later when I was still unable to post, I tried to call, but alas––no cell phone coverage and no wifi!  When I went to the office, I was greeted by a sign that the office would be closed until 3:30 and with not a car in the parking lot, I knew I was the solitary person in residence at the moment.

The only solution I could think of was to walk to town–more than a mile away down a gravel road like this one:

 

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and then along the shoulder of the highway that leads to town.

 

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En route I would need to cross an overpass over Interstate 90 as well as an exit and an entrance.

 

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It was a hot day and the way would be treelesss. Still, I set out on my adventure.

First, past the lonely horse in the pasture.

 

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Giving him a few pats on the nose, I was on my way again. We were both looking pretty hot!

 

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As I approached the local cemetery, a police car pulled up to see if I needed help, but didn’t offer me a ride.

After a half hour walk or so, I encountered another solitary inhabitant of the road:

 

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And,as you can see from this view, I was drawing nearer to my destination. Just another 600 feet or so to go.

 

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I arrived at the Pioneer Auto Museum a bit wind-tossed and sweaty, and luckily the two very nice ladies in the gift shop loaned me a cell phone to call my sister. Ten minutes later, she picked me up and we did a short swing through town to see former residences and other haunts before returning to the motel.  It was, in fact, a bit of a futile exercise just to return to where I’d departed from an hour and a half before.  The rest of the day, however, turned out to be wonderful––old friends as well as some new ones, some surprises, a few tears, lots of laughs and a few messages from dear departed ones via stories I’d never heard before.  But it is 3:20 in the morning and I need to be up by 8 so I will desist and say as a famous man did many times in the past, that that is the rest of the story!

Blast from the Past: Nine Years Ago Today “Sleight of Knees”

Sleight of Knees

IMG_7755doll by Louie Gann, jdbphoto

Sleight of Knees

When the circus clown was lauded,
marveled at, praised and applauded
for hanging from the high trapeze
for 24 hours by his knees,
though he was admired for his moxie,
it turns out it was just epoxy!

For Blast from the Past, here is a silly poem from july 15, 2017. I shared a house with Louie for two weeks at Cannon Beach, Oregon. in 2001 and still have her wonderful doll. It made the culling before my move to Mexico. Louis, if you see this, drop me a line…

“Eavesdropping”

I woke up this morning to this email from my neighbor David Bershad, whose second-story terrace gives a good view of my roofline. Seems Yolanda kept the gate open enabling the doggies to enjoy the sunset  from the roof!  The terrace of the upstairs casita furnishes easy access to the rest of the roof. The song lyrics and first three photos are his. Below them are my photos of the explanation of the sculpture on the dome that Coco, Zoe and Morrie love to visit. Only Morrie knew the “real” Frida.

Below are my photos of Frida and her sidekick Diego, now both sadly departed, along with the story of how Frida came to be memorialized on the dome of my house.

If you can’t see the commentary of what is going on in these photos, you need to click on the photos to see it.

And, if you want to read a poem I wrote about the lovely Frida, Here it is:

Look Up! (Eulogy for a Good, Good Girl)

“Translation Difficulties” for Word of the Day

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Sign Language

I know our birth tongues aren’t the same,
but still I think words aren’t to blame.
It is your means of understanding
that convinces me you’re underhanding.
For every time I give you kisses,
it seems you go to other misses
in search of the translation tips
they give by laying on of lips.
My dear, if we were dumb and blind
then translation service of this kind
might make some sense, but I must say
your excuses will not work  today.
Please have your translator of prose
stick this finger message up your nose!!!

The Word of the Day is “Translate..”

Throwback Edition: Seeing the World in Black and White–– Photos from July 14, 2017

I actually stopped the woman pictured in the first picture and asked if I could photograph her hair.

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“Keep Moving” for Travel Theme

For Travel Theme: Move

To see an example of major movement, go HERE: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2024/08/24/landslide-for-rdp/

Groups of 3 or More for Sunday Stills

 

For Sunday Stills Groups of 3 or More

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #132.” Come play along. Today’s number is 749.

To play along, go to your  photos file folder and type the number 749 into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in myNumbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.

Here are my photos. Click on photos to enlarge and move on to next photo. Anxious to see yours!

 

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #132.” Come play along. Today’s number is 749.

To play along, go to your  photos file folder and type the number 749 into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in myNumbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title. This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below.

Here are my photos. Click on photos to enlarge and move on to next photo. Anxious to see yours!

“Advice for Errant Males,” Reblog for Classic Material

The Eighth Deadly Sin (Advice for Errant Males)

The Eighth Deadly Sin:
(Advice for Errant Males)

Wrath and avarice and pride
can be safely kept inside.
So although we all may be them,
it is often hard to see them.

If you are a seasoned actor,
sloth will never be a factor
leading to your firing
or premature retiring.

Often envy, I confess,
is one more way that I transgress;
but even though we’re caught inside it,
almost all of us can hide it.

Lust is the sin that’s most unfurled
upon us in this modern world
in every book and magazine.
In movies? It’s in every scene.

And though sex is oft debated,
we only label them X-rated;
and though we profess to abhor them,
in solitude, we may adore them.

Gluttony’s the only sin
we cannot seem to keep within;
for everything that meets our lips,
alas, is carried on our hips!

Each is labeled “deadly sin”—
the one outside, others within;
but I’m inclined to add another
perhaps not taught you by your mother.

These deadly sins from one to seven
may be what keep you out of heaven,
but it’s transgression number eight
that will ban you as my date!

You may talk as you pour wine,
and continue as we dine;
but when I start to tell a tale,
heaven help the errant male

who utters “Me, too . . . ” then proceeds
to list more of his facts and deeds.
As music fades and lights all dim,
bringing the subject back to him!

I know that sinning is the fate
of many couples on a date.
So lust may now and then corrupt me,
but no one gets to interrupt me!!!!

For the “Classic Material” prompt, we were asked to reblog material posted on this date..July 12, in another year. This was posted in 2019. I was actually a reblog from 2019, but I am telling the tale again in hopes those it describes might recognize themselves and repent before it is too late.