I showed a few photos of David and Sergio’s wonderfully decorated Christmas house a few days ago, but encourage you to see their blog HERE
which gives many more photos plus explanations of the theme of each of their eight (perhaps more) incredible Christmas trees.
If you didn’t see them before, you can see my photos of their party and decorations HERE.
Plethora
If I had any gumption, I’d attack that backlog of
poems that I have written about life and death and love.
Fantastic in their numbers, those poems exist in piles,
bound in three-ring binders and squeezed into hanging files.
Thy cluster in my consciousness, swim nightly through each dream.
They are both strength and weakness as they stretch out, ream on ream.
They allow me no real leisure, for they’re everywhere I look,
begging for confinement in a magazine or book.
They crave to be collected between front and back cover,
but in spite of resolutions, I simply write another.
This poem and these photos are no exaggeration. I have 13 file cabinet drawers plus one big bin and a few piles, binders and stacks that contain poems and stories I’ve run off, or ideas for new ones. I have no idea now many poems I have in my blog and computer that I’ve never run off.
Prompt words today are fantastic, weakness, backlog, gumption, allow and cluster.
(Click on photos to enlarge.)
These are photos from December’s photo file that somehow never got posted. No set theme except that they’ve been sitting on my desktop for a week or more waiting to be needed.
These two are absolutely adorable. Ya gotta watch!!!!
Conjoinings (Interspecies and Otherwise)
Spiders have spiderlings, cats have their kittens.
Elbow-length gloves perhaps produce mittens.
Whenever a boy cockroach happens to mount her,
a girl cockroach procreates right on my counter!
Such coteries tend to insist on inbreeding,
but the world’s solidarity comes from cross-seeding.
Thus, mermaids lure sailors onto the rocks
for intercourse better confined to their docks.
When horses and zebras conjoin, then of course,
the end is a hebra, or perhaps a zorse?
A tiger from Asia and lion from Niger
might call their offshoot a tion or liger.
The tone of this poem? I admit it is crass.
It ends with a haddock shtupping a bass.
resulting in baddocks or perhaps a hass.
Another stanza? Bet you’re glad that I pass!!
Prompt words are spiderling, tone, solidarity, coterie, counter and dock.
Yesterday was the Boxing Day party of my neighbors and I think the photos tell it all. Every year they add another tree. I think they are up to 8 now. Their Jewish tree is hung upside down! Another tree is covered by cardinals. I don’t think I got a photo of it this year. At any rate, welcome to the party. Click on photos to enlarge.
See many more photos of the different trees plus explanations by Sergio HERE.
Anyone who reads my blog regularly probably knows what a fan I am of Cheetos Torciditos. I have probably done more to promote them than anyone in my part of Mexico and I’ve addicted more than a dozen friends and caused the store right next to the Racquet Club to start selling larger bags of them. Now, if you are wondering why I am suddenly showing a bag of them on my blog, perhaps the next photo will clarify.
Two days ago a mysterious, beautifully-wrapped gift showed up under my Christmas tree. Since it was my only gift to open and so beautiful, I still hadn’t unwrapped it until today when Sergio, my next door neighbor, came over to borrow chairs and TV trays for his party. He insisted I open it, but the wrappings are shown below.
Now, if you take a less closeup view of my bag of Cheetos, you can see that it is a very large bath towel with an image of a bag of Cheetos Tordicos on it. It turns out that they went to a lot of work to locate it in Liverpool, where they were sold out, and finally located it on the internet. They know me so well. Not only is this my favorite food on Earth, but I have been looking in vain for a full-sized towel to use in the pool.
Thanks once again to the best neighbors ever––David and Sergio.
They threw a great party as well, where I wore my Cheetos towel as a cape, looking like some sort of Cheese Curl Avenger. Photos to follow.
This is me, trying to show my cape but unable to figure out how without turning it around backwards. I might have figured out a better way if it hadn’t been for the sangria…Happy Boxing Day, Everyone!!!
And for more Cheetos excitement, go here: https://judydykstrabrown.com/2022/09/24/ode-to-cheetos/
Merry Merry Quite Contrary
By January, “Merry” is an attitude we’re through with—
that once Christmas is over, we don’t know what to do with.
I’ve never heard one person say “Merry Fourth of July,”
as they send a rocket soaring into the sky.
As I review the situations for a celebration,
“Merry” is never used again to signal our elation.
“Have a merry birthday” is a phrase we don’t adore
as we celebrate the fact we’ve piled up one year more.
By the time Christmas is over, I think we’ve used up “merry.”
Are we tired of this adjective? My thought on this is “Very!”
“Happy” seems to be enough for all else that we do—
sufficient for occasions we celebrate anew.
Prompts today are adore, situation, anew, merry, bother and review.
For Cee’s FOTD
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