Escaped soccer ball. No hopes for retreival
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For Water Water Everywhere and Jo’s Monday Walk.
Nov 4, 2021, Sunset Walk on the San Juan Cosala Malecon
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Monthly Archives: November 2021
Bedbound
Bedbound
I have pain in my back and water on my knee
and not one single friend has expressed sympathy!
I’ve called every doctor in town to explain
my aches and my ills, but it’s all been in vain.
Not one can discover what it is that ails me.
Each remedy that I’ve sought out simply fails me.
The sun hurts my eyes and the rain brings depression.
It hurts when I walk but bed rest brings compression
that freezes my spine so I’m forced to just lie here,
seeking assistance from all who walk by here.
And although I’ve no appetite, still I must eat,
so there’s one request that I have to repeat.
If you’re going to town, could you help me out, please,
and bring me a pizza? Sausage. Extra cheese.
Because I’m so thin, the doctor prescribes beer.
and since there’s a Quik Stop that’s really quite near,
could you pick up a six-pack, some ice cream and chips?
For I simply must add some flesh to my hips.
My bones are protruding so far that they hurt
from the weight of the sheets and the thinnest night shirt.
I’m under the weather, headachy and thin.
I cannot convey the bad shape that I’m in.
My offspring don’t care and my spouse says I’m making it
hard to stay with me because I’m just faking it.
I have to complain because I must confess it
is impossible when one is ill to repress it.
Although all my friends say I’ve bats in my attic,
these ills you can’t see are not psychosomatic!
Prompts today are under the weather, offspring, flush, repress and stay.
Thunbergia: FOTD, Nov 4, 2021
Some people call these “black-eyed Susans” although that is not really their name. They are thunbergias, but not the big purple or blue Thunbergia Grandiflora. Both, however, like to travel.
For Cee’s FOTD
These are the vines that are taking over my upper garden. They’ve totally smothered the bougainvillea in the center of the yard.
Dia de Muertos in Mexico
These are shots of D.O.D. activities in Ajijic and San Juan Cosala from 10:30 in the morning until 8:30 at night, including the Dia de Muertos Show at Jesus Lopez Vega’s Gallery. Stop by to see it at Rio Zula #7. The show is open until Dec. 2 from 10-5.
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San Juan Cosala
Paper Marigolds covered the plaza’s central structure.
Candles for departed locals
Those lost to Covid in San Juan Cosala.
Trail into and out of the Altar.
Convent Altar, San Juan Cosala
SJC Church
Memorial wall in Ajijic
Ajijic Plaza
Sawdust Painting, Ajijic Plaza
R.I.P.
Walmart Checkout
Altar in Jesus Lopez Vega’s Studio.
my pieces in show
Jesus’s very large painting
A wall in Jesus’s studio gallery
Rosario (Jesus and Berta’s daughter)
Artist and her Art. (real flowers)
San Juan Cosala Plaza
Katrina 1 in SJC Plaza
Beautiful face superimposed upon a beautiful face.
Worst Nightmare
Worst Nightmare
I stood without a podium,
alone there in the odeum.
The lantern light was odious,
the theater commodious.
My stomach tied up in a knot,
I realized that I had not
even seen a single script
and therefore I was ill-equipped
no matter how hard I was driven,
to say the words that I’d been given.
And furthermore, how crass and rude
that I was standing in the nude,
center stage, in full display,
without a clue of what to say,
before an audience, all staring
at the body I was baring!
And here I brought the curtain down
and awoke to find a dressing gown
draped around me in a heap,
relieved to find I’d been asleep!!!
For those of you who will ask, this is not fiction. This is a dream I’ve dreamed a number of times during my life. Prompt words for today are lantern, knot, Odeum and without. Image by Velizar-Ivanov on Unsplash.
Done Fishing
Done Fishing
If they had a wishbone, perhaps I’d eat fish,
first stripping the flesh and then making a wish.
Of course I’m no specialist in the deboning.
This is a talent I haven’t been honing.
For I must say fish are a complete enigma,
since I have acquired a congenital stigma.
My mom never broiled them or poached them or fried them
and so in fact I’ve never ordered or tried them,
and every proposal to taste them I’ve scorned,
for I don’t appreciate how they’re adorned
with alert eyeballs and scales on their skin.
I simply don’t find the shape that they’re in
especially appetizing, so the stigma
I’ve attached to them should be no enigma.
If it resides in lake, ocean or sea,
you will not find it residing in me!
Prompt words are stigma, specialist, alert, proposal and wishbone.
Nov. 2: National Deviled Egg Day
Nov. 2: In Honor of National Deviled Egg Day (Really)
Day of the Dead Buffet
Revitalized demons are deviling our eggs,
scrambling the yolks and mixing their dregs
with pickles and mayo and onions and mustard,
to the consistency of clotted custard,
filling their shells up and eating them whole
without the help of a plate or a bowl.
If you are tempted, don’t sample their yolk.
Don’t stick out your fingers to give them a poke,
then lick the residue off of your finger.
The power of finger food’s likely to linger.
Devilish spirits inhabit the food
of this entire unholy brood.
So if you must party with this ghoulish bunch,
Don’t sample the buffet. Just bring your own lunch.
When I asked Dan and Rhonda to make me some deviled eggs, they took a different slant on the request. Note the avocado horns!!!
First photo by Tahira Walker on Unsplash. Second photo by me. Thanks, Dan and Rhonda, for furnishing the subject!
Gazania, 2 Phases: FOTD Nov 2, 2021
Zombie Ball
Zombie Ball
Slice of liver, ooze of spleen—
add them to the soup tureen.
See all the pallid corpses preen?
They seek to woo the zombie queen.
Complexions chalky white or green
through the haunted house careen,
much rowdier on Halloween
than all the holidays between.
For dVerse Poets Quadrille Challenge: Careen
True Confessions: Share Your World, Nov. 1, 2021
- What was the very first popular song you ever remember taking a liking to? I’m not talking about children’s songs or old traditional songs… but the kind of songs you’d hear on the radio. It was 1951 and I was 4 years old. “If You Turn Me Down-de-own-down-down” was the first song I can remember. I loved it and know all the words to this day, “If you turn me down de own down down, I’ll go off to Missouri, and I’l l buy me a mule, a mule with great big ears to tell my troubles to…..” Peggy Lee sang it and later, Dinah Shore did, too.
- Are you one of those people who get queasy at sight of blood, or could you watch an open heart surgery? I can’t even watch medical shows. I get dizzy at the sight of blood and to watch an operation? Impossible. I can’t watch fight scenes or anything that involves violence on TV or in the movies, let alone in person. I was invited to sit in the VIP box of a Sonny Liston fight once in Vegas because I’d made his promoter’s wife a pair of earrings and I had to sit with my eyes closed. Luckily, it was a knockout in the first round. Well, not lucky for his opponent.
- Who or what do you feel is lurking right behind you, just waiting to ambush you and make your life a living hell (or “heck” for those with delicate sensibilities)? I always felt like Ted Bundy or some other serial killer was going to get me. Actually, one did and I escaped and have never had that fear again.
- What is the gaudiest thing you have ever worn? My wedding dress. No lie. It was an off-the-shoulder turquoise peasant blouse with a many-banded full gypsy skirt by Anna Konya. And pink suede cowboy boots. I still have it.
5.Fess up! What was something you did as a child that got you into BIG trouble? I took a Tootsie Roll Pop from a glass dish in our neighbor’s basement, where I was playing while my mom talked to the lady who lived there. My mom saw me with it after I got home and made me take it back and confess that I’d taken it. The lady said that was all right, that that was what they had put them in the dish for–for people to help themselves. - (Gratitude Question – Always Optional): What are you looking forward to as the festive season approaches? My cousin Kirk is coming to visit me. I haven’t seen him for 10 or more years. He’s staying for two weeks. Then I’m thinking of going to Phoenix to visit my sister Patti and her husband Jim for Xmas. We shall see.
These questions were answered for the prompt: Squirrely Share Your World, Nov 1, 2021
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