We celebrated my friend’s birthday today..Do you want to be a peeping Tom????
While Peggy and Sabrina took Sharon for a walk, I stayed home to decorate for the surprise party.
What’s for dinner?
Pizza and Caesar Salad
Tres Leches Cake–but what are those black things on it?
Oh!
Happy Birthday, Sharon!!! (We gave the mustaches back.)
Queasy
Silas Marner did not bore me. Cosines served me well.
I did not dread the tolling of the school bell.
Geography was interesting–all those maps and facts.
History a story of migration, wars and pacts.
Psychology didn’t throw me. I learned to type real fast.
I got an A in algebra, though the knowledge didn’t last.
Bookkeeping was annoying–all those columns and their sums.
I’ll admit I caused disturbances, clowning for my chums.
But all and all my schooldays were challenging and fun.
The only time I wished that all my schooling could be done
was when my Biology teacher made me blanch and squirm
by issuing me a scalpel and then handing me a worm!!!
The Prompt: Land of Confusion–Which subject in school did you find impossible to master? Did math give you hives? Did English make you scream? Do tell!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/land-of-confusion-2/
I wish I’d read this before I did my photo post today. Three posts may be pushing it, but please read this tomorrow if you don’t have time today!
feel beautiful today
like some small green thing
sprouting through
forest fire ashes
or a boa constrictor almost
completely rid of
its old skin
or a confetti of perfect feathers
after a bird finds fate
in a window pane
or a shorefront full of jellyfish
from an aerial view
on a fishing boat
or a book that unravels you
written by your favourite
dead poet
Peggy, Sabina, Sharon and I took a walk along the coastline today. I soon fell behind because I’m incapable of passing up a good scene to shoot. Here are some of the results. Tomorrow is Sharon’s birthday. She’s in the center. Shhhh. I’m planning a surprise party. I’ll take pics.
To Do
Dust the knickknacks, mop the floor?
Both can be a dreadful chore.
Dishwashers call for loading dishes–
another task beyond my wishes.
Window-washing tires me out–
strains my back and makes me pout.
Washing clothes and ironing?
Cleaning ovens? Not my thing.
I could rave on, task after task,
but a better question you might ask
as we survey chore after chore:
What is the job I don’t abhor?
Cleaning isn’t any fun.
That’s why I hire my housework done
The Prompt: Those Dishes Won’t Do Themselves–What’s the household task you most dislike doing? Why do you think that is — is it the task itself, or something more?
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/those-dishes-wont-do-themselves-unfortunately/
d to Sea
Internet Heaven
If I were ruler of the Net,
some things would change, it’s safe to bet.
On this Interweb so newly born,
there’d be no violence nor porn.
Microsoft would set Skype free
to return to how it used to be.
Literally everywhere
there would be internet to share.
Free Wifi would be universal–
so simple we’d need no rehearsal
to sign on, forward, send, receive.
The exception? Those set to deceive–
scammers sent to Internet Hells
with no computers in their cells.
And this is how our world would be
if you chose to vote for me
to set things right in cyberspace–
cut down the bother, increase the pace.
But now my list seems to be done,
I find that I have jumped the gun,
for though I’d love them to come true,
I find I have too much to do.
So all these changes go on the shelf
unless you do them for yourself!
The Prompt: New Internet Order–All the world’s countries have decided that the Internet itself needs a government. Your country asks you to run for Prime Minister of the ‘Net — do you accept? If so, what will your platform be?
People have been leaving floral tributes in the arms of this Santa Cruz bronze codger playing the musical saw for as long as I can remember–25 years and counting. I was not disappointed when I returned for the first time in 5 years and yes–red roses.
Mr. Crow
A flash of shadow in morning’s glow–
interrupts the daylight’s flow.
That sleek black coat I seem to know.
Why have you come here, Mr. Crow?
I heard that here the water’s fine.
The garden lush. The fruit divine.
I saw it falling from the vine
and swooped right in to make it mine.
You bow at us as though in jest,
then bend your wing and dip your chest.
You have not come at our behest.
We know you rob the songbird’s nest.
But I just stand here, staunch and tall.
I make no movement, sound no call.
I threaten no one. None at all.
Your garden holds me in its thrall.
The mourning doves and chickadees
do not bathe here as they please.
Black bird, you splash there, as though to tease,
then dry your feathers in the breeze.
I watch to see what you may do.
Through kitchen window, you’re in full view.
One beaded eye of turquoise hue
watches no songbirds. It watches you.
Mr. Crow, with feathers fine,
take care where you might choose to dine.
The grapes you eat were meant for wine.
Please stick to seeds. The grapes are mine!
To those of you behind the drapes,
it is a myth I dine on grapes
In garden grass, I watch for shapes.
No skittering snake or mouse escapes.
Small birds won’t deign to linger near
or take a bath while you are here.
Their fluttering movements display their fear.
They find your visit very queer.
I haven’t been here very long.
I’ve robbed no grapes, I’ve stilled no song.
Though your suspicions are grossly wrong,
since I’m not welcome, I’ll move along.
The blackbird lifts from saucer’s edge,
skirts the treetops, lands on the hedge.
A warbler lifts from stalks of sedge
and takes his place on the birdbath’s ledge.
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_prompt/new-internet-order/
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 