Monthly Archives: June 2017

Red Hibiscus: Flower of the Day, June 19, 2017

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I had a yellow and purple Spanish Dancer hibiscus that I shot yesterday all ready to post. Then I saw this red one, just born today, and changed my mind. Here’s a little closer view:

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and one with an unplanned-for visitor:

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For Cee’s Flower prompt.

Pretty Bottles All Lined Up

 


Pretty Bottles All Lined Up

How we love to line up bottles on tabletops or shelves.
What we collect in bottles tells us something of ourselves.
Be it pills or perfume or lotions for our skin,
be it liquor bottles or old bottles of our kin.
Be they for forgetting or remembering or curing,
the fact that we see into them is somehow reassuring.

Each one once held something that someone deemed worth keeping.
Inside these bottles empty or full, something goes on steeping.
Hopes or dreams are bottled there–courage, allure or balm.
Their stoppers keep in secrets, unstopped they exude calm.
Pretty bottles on a shelf for use or decoration
meet with our eyes to please us, with our lips for satiation.

The prompt today was bottle.

Sentry: Sunday Trees, June 18, 2017

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For Becca’s Sunday Trees challenge.

Life’s Little Diversions

 

Life’s Little Diversions

If you follow my blog, you know that my world has been pretty much consumed by the accident that totaled my car— first of all dealing with my injuries, then getting the insurance dealt with, obtaining a rental car, finding a new car, getting it plated and registered and insured and then going for a third time to Guad. to bring it home. In the midst of all of this, a little drama occurred in my life which has shifted my focus away from my problems in order to deal with these new plot details in my life’s production.

The scene opens with Pasiano and I trying to move everything out of the rental car so I can take it to Guad to trade for my newly purchased Honda HRV. I’d been shopping and the trunk was full so we were unloading things and carrying them into the house. Before we’d started, I’d fed Annie the cat, who refused to enter my grounds since the third dog came to live with us and so was always fed on the front wall. On my third trip by the wall, I heard a hissing and looked up to see a miniature feline form had taken the place of Annie. Ironically, it seemed to be a small clone of Lulu, my first cat who had been a mother or older sister of sorts to Annie before moving out and in with the neighbors when I had the gall to bring a second dog to live in our compound. Lulu had passed away a few months before, but here seemed to be a reincarnation.

I pointed her out to Pasiano who seemed as a delighted as I was to see this little creature staking its claim to poor Annie’s breakfast.  As we stood, astonished and chuckling, I heard a sound outside the garage door. Thinking perhaps this was  the stray cat who had been coming around for the past month, I opened the garage door expecting to see her.  Instead, I saw another small kitten standing near the wall next to the driveway.  Before I could point it out to Pasiano, I saw a third kitten clinging to the bougainvillea vine and making her way up to the wall, presumably to join her sister. I called out to Pasiano that there were two more, and by the time he’d made it out to survey the scene, I’d seen the fourth kitten—farther up the vine than the first I’d seen.

I immediately went inside to make another dish of cat food and two of the kittens outside the wall devoured it ravenously.  They were tiny, but seemed to be starved and had no trouble doing away with the adult catfood, which was all that I had.  Luckily, Yolanda was here, and she cleaned out my cat carrier, we found a clean towel to put inside, and soon I’d caught all of the kittens  and brought them inside, but not before the dominant female kitty (three females and one boy who was runt of the litter) had another confrontation with Annie—and won.  Annie retreated to the bushes. I had Pasiano put a third dish of food out for Annie about 20 feet down the wall and I’ll be darned if that little kitten didn’t go down and run Annie away from her new dish of food as well, even though her own dish was still half full.  Talk about moxie!

Well, that was three days ago and the story goes on. That day was taken up by dealing with kitties, taking them to the vet, buying kitten supplies. Getting plates and registration for my new car was put off for a day and going to get my car put off two days. Today I got my car, which is a story for another day. The kitties are doing well and having new adventures every day. Forgottenman tsk tsks and says I’m turning into a cat lady. I am standing firm that that side of my personality is not going to take over—but rather just flavor a life that needed some diversion.  In the meantime, I need a home for four kittens. They are sweet and in three days have gone from running from my attention to running to the door every time I enter their sanctum sanctorum in the guest bathroom.  All are litterbox trained. The minute I put it in the room, they ran to use it with great enthusiasm. The dominant girl checks, and if anyone fails to cover completely, she jumps in and finishes the job. Adorable.

I am spending way too much time inspecting poop  for consistency and volume, so I depend on you to save me.  Surely someone needs one or two of these darling companions!!  Just comment here with your contact details or call me at 387 761 0281 or email me at jubob2@hotmail.com

The End. (For now.) Please click on first photo to enlarge all and read captions.

 

Summer Mix: FLOWER OF THE DAY, JUNE 16, 2017

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Things just want to grow in wild abandon in Mexico.

Some posies for Cee.

Big Changes

Big changes in my life in the past three days and no time to write about them.  Since the prompt word today is “create,” I’m going to show some art work I’ve probably shown before, but no time to do more.  I’ll explain what’s going on when I get back from Guadalajara this afternoon!

Art can be made from anything.  These are all pieces made by my assistant and me when we were visiting forgottenman.  Please click on first photo to see enlarged views of the work as well as my able assistant.  (He made me what I am today.)

The prompt today is “create.”

Obelisco: Flower of the Day, June 15, 2017

IMG_5680 (1)Ho hum.  Another day, another obelisco (hibiscus.) Looks like the next three days are piling up below.

for Cee’s Flower Prompt.

Sinning Lessons

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Sinning Lessons

I am a paragon of virtue. I have no other choice.
I do not have a figure.  I have no sultry voice.
I’ve no talent at kissing. The boys leave me alone.
I have no lovers calling me nightly on the phone.

I get my thrills from scripture. I embroider and I tat.
The creature that I cuddle with is an old grey cat.
Sometimes virtue’s chosen, but it isn’t so with me.
I’d rather spend my weekend nights on some feller’s knee.

But it isn’t in the cards. It’s just my Ma and me.
I guess I’ll just be buttoned up instead of brash and free.
My ma found a new hired man. He isn’t very tall.
A moustache but no muscles. Not swashbuckling at all.

But he has a good strong back. He carries water for me.
And for reasons I can’t fathom, he seems to adore me.
It’s one morning in the cow barn, milking Bossie, that I miss
the bucket with the milk stream when the hired man plants a kiss


on my neck as I bend over. It makes that old cat’s day.
He opens up his mouth and drinks as I just dream and sway
then turn to open my mouth, too, and see how kisses feel
when they are given mouth-to-mouth. It makes me almost reel.

But Hank the hired man catches me, sets me straight again,
and that’s the starting of my life as a paragon of sin!
Sinning’s not so bad at all. You can’t believe the preacher.
And it’s not so hard to do when you have a teacher.

Lessons started in the milking barn but ended in the loft.
The hired man got handsomer as he took his clothing off.
I think he liked me better, too, when I was in the buff 
for no matter how much more I showed, it never seemed enough.

We had a lovely time up there, the hired man and me.
As testament, now seven kids cluster round my knee.
The hired man’s beside me. As I sit and hold his hand,
he runs his fingers back and forth across my wedding band.

The old gray cat’s still happy, for sometimes he still gets lucky
when I’m distracted in the milking ’cause my husband’s feeling plucky.
Married life is lovely. We’re happy, him and me.

We are paragons of loving for perpetuity. 

 

The prompt today is “paragon.”

Miss(ed) Popularity

Miss(ed) Popularity

Her inflated ego received its puncture
just precisely at the juncture
of her ego colliding with
the truth that contradicted myth.

That she was hot was not debated—
just whether she was educated,
for it was clear to any fool
mere heat does not determine cool.

 

The prompt today was “punctured.”

About that picture. I was walking along the shore and saw a man sitting in this chair drinking a margarita.  “That’s the life,” I said to him and at this point he got up, offered the chair to me and gave me his margarita.  With the other hand he took the camera from me to snap this photo.  As he did, this woman came out of the ocean and posed in front of me.  I swear this was not set up–at least by me!!!

There is a rear view I will spare your from.  Well, what the heck.  Why spare you from anything?

 

Pink Lady: Flower of the Day, June 14, 2017


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For Cee’s Flower Challenge.