Teenie Weenie: Prompt Stomp Week 14, 2016
This is a tiny portion of a compound flower that is not that impressive in it’s totality, but this one little bloom blown up in size is so elegant, I think. All of these blooms and details of plants are easy to overlook when they are life-sized. Their beauty mainly shows in closeup.
For more closeups, go here:
https://themomhood.wordpress.com/2016/01/09/prompt-stomp-week-14/
Blink!
Against my will, I’ve been granted the ability to appear and disappear at will. I don’t really think I’d use my newfound talent much with one exception. Doesn’t everyone have that one person or more that they dread meeting? Chances are, they are prone to talking–a lot–about people you have never met and will never meet, totally overlooking voicing any questions about your life or even giving you an opening to switch the topic of conversation. You see them as you enter a restaurant, and there they are. In a split second, they will see you and If they see you, they are apt to wave you over and ask you to share their table and all you want is to sit, pull out your device of choice and have a nice meal while reading blogs or emails or listening to an audio book.
Blink! You disappear, then reappear around the corner on your way to a different restaurant, because it’s hard to place an order when you are invisible.
The Prompt: You have a secret superpower: the ability to appear and disappear at will. When and where will you use this new superpower? Tell us a story.
Only one day until I leave for the beach. If I don’t get posted for the next two days, I hope you use it as a chance to catch up on one of my other 1,559 blogs that I’ve published over the past two years. I don’t even remember most of them. That’s not much of an incentive for you to read them, is it? Ha. I should be back to the old grind on the 16th!!!
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/now-you-see-me/
Yellow!!!
Finally!!!! I’ve been saving this one for this challenge for weeks now and keep bringing it up from my desktop. I’ve never seen a yellow poinsettia before and think it probably changed from green to yellow to white or some other color, but I loved it at this stage!! So glad to finally be able to use it. I promise no more poinsettias for awhile. Well, unless there’s a really neat one!!! Backsliding already.
Three Dog Night
What hath they wrought? I returned tonight from an incredible performance of Glengarry Glen Ross (the cast was all women except for one!) to find this desecration of Leonardo’s art installation. First, see the original:
Then, what Diego and Morrie (or possible just Morrie) made of it in a few hours:
Poor Leonardo. Poor me. The canines just don’t have the same fine sensibilities about what constitutes art. They are more performance art types!!
Two Circles
Two big problems were solved for me today with the construction of two circles. First of all, the lovely installation created by Leonardo in my garage was removed today and reconstructed in a better spot so the garage is free again to park my car and load it up with supplies for my two month stay at the beach. Eduardo, an artist friend who is also Leonardo’s father, is here for the next 6 weeks to build flower boxes around my flower plots in the garden, to build a brick sidewalk leading down to the pump for my irrigation system and to repair salitre damage and paint my house. We have negotiated the terms and most of this work will go on while I am gone. Here, then, is my first new circle. It is just to hold the sand for construction, but I’m fond of it already. perhaps a little pond here later? No, probably not.
I love how he incorporated the flower pot into the design! Actually, a semicircle now, but we will imagine the other half of it, for purposes of maintaining my theme!
So, with one problem solved, I set about trying to figure out how to keep Frida from licking her “hot spot” wound. The neck cone definitely didn’t work. She was a crazy woman for the one night after I put it on her and that made me a crazy woman. Also, although she’s taking a course of antibiotics, they will do no good if she keeps licking the wound and reinfecting it and also it does no good to put Neosporin or other medicine on it because she licks it off. So, what to do?
A friend suggested colloidal silver for the wound. She had tried this before and it had worked, so yes, I went to town and bought a big bottle of colloidal silver and put it in a spray bottle. Another blogging friend suggested I tie a rolled up towel around Frida’s neck to keep her from bothering the wound on her hip. I couldn’t think of how to keep this on her until I had a flash of inspiration. When my nephew Craig and Jessica visited, they purchased an upscale neck pillow to aid with sleep on the plane. When they left, they asked if they could leave it as they hadn’t used it and it was cumbersome to carry around. Voilà! I was even able to locate it–wonder of wonders. I took off Frida’s collar, sewed the pillow to it with a huge needle and six strands of waxed linen and fastened it around Frida’s neck. She didn’t even flinch. Here she models my new invention which I should patent if it works! Brilliant!!! (If it works.)
We will see how Frida’s new “necklace” looks after being outside for a day.
So that, my friends is how I resolved my two biggest problems and how circles came to save the day!!
Oh Baby, Baby
I just located these prints from a time long ago before I had a digital camera. They were taken in a hacienda long-abandoned by the family whose descendants still owned it, but was still being maintained by the descendants of a family that had been caring for it for hundreds of years. They were very grateful for the 200 pesos we pressed into their hand to see the remains of past glory and we were very grateful to see a house left pretty much as it was with furniture, paintings and kitchen intact. The part of the experience I liked best, however, was capturing this charming little character on film!
To see more baby images, go here: http://jennifernicholewells.com/2016/01/12/one-word-photo-challenge-baby/
Detra de las Puertas Cerradas (Behind Closed Doors) One’s own living room can become entirely too comfortable. Shutting the drawers to the past may open the doors to the future. (retablo by Judy Dykstra-Brown)
Passing Time
The means of our escape from life are numerous and various,
and there is nothing wrong with getting thrills that are vicarious.
Movies, sports and novels are fine for entertainment;
but if you’re only viewing, there is no sense of attainment.
Looking back on your own life, like opening a book,
isn’t really living life, but just having a look
at the life of someone who you no longer are.
You aren’t really living life by viewing from afar.
Escape is necessary and our choices for it vast,
but there’s no satisfaction in living in the past.
Life is to be spent, not to be hoarded and rethought.
Better just to live the rest of the time that you’ve got!
Fond memories are something that I’m sure none of us lack,
but there’s no time of life to which I’m yearning to go back.
The only thing to do with time’s to live it and to love it.
I have no wish to turn back time, I only want more of it!
The Prompt: If you could return to the past to relive a part of your life, either to experience the wonderful bits again, or to do something over, which part of you life would you return to? Why?
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/if-i-could-turn-back-time/
Canna Indica (India Shot)
http://ceenphotography.com/2016/01/11/flower-of-the-day-january-12-2016-and-color-your-world/
Frida Now and Then
Found this adorable picture of Frida that I took right after I found her trotting down the shoulder of the main road that runs lakeside. The other picture was taken right after the vet said I should put the cone on her. She hyperventilated for hours until I finally had to take it off. Anyone know of something I could put on the sore on her leg to make her stop licking it? She gets infection after infection in it because she can’t leave it alone.
Sweep
(On the Death of David Bowie)
Our world is clearing out around us,
swept by the broom of whatever moves things on.
Like dead leaves curling in their separate corners,
we miss the sweep this time,
but in our mind’s back edge
we imagine our ends—painful or quick,
alone or crowded with the vestiges of our life:
people, things, a cat curled over our feet to warm what can’t be warmed.
That broom leaning there against the corner has plans for us.
There is a world wanting to be filled up again
that needs clearing.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 