The sunsets here are almost always striking, but over the past few weeks there have been some particularly stunning ones. Here are photos of a few of them:
Lake Chapala Sunsets
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Monthly Archives: January 2023
“When Old Dames Get Together” Now Available on Amazon
The book is now available on Amazon at https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BSJBWX37/Y
Also available Lakeside at Diane Pearl’s Gallery, Viva Mexico, Jesus Lopez Vega’s Gallery
and from me at jubob2@hotmail.com.
You saw it here first! The book inspired by poems I wrote for prompts on my blog is now available on Amazon. It is an adult coloring book with poems by me and illustrations to color by Isidro. Above and below are the front and back cover.
Here is a sample of the title poem and its illustration. Get out your colored pencils! I wouldn’t recommend felt tip markers as they bleed through. Don’t try to color it on your computer screen or phone, though. The book is now available on Amazon!!!! You can find it HERE.
Also available at Diane Pearl’s Gallery, Viva Mexico, Jesus Lopez Vega’s Gallery and from me at jubob2@hotmail.com.
Puppy Antics
Tussling with Yolanda
Discovering toilet paper. Guess who?
ingesting Mom’s favorite Trahumara basket
Zoe goes after Jesus’s socks
Then his shoe
Bye-bye Forgottenman’s childhood photo
Shredding the handmade basket Mom made
Mom’s? Zoe’s coasters
Puppy Antics
With her instinct for mischief, my puppy is remarkable.
Every falling leaf to her is an occasion barkable.
Her sister and her brother and sometimes even me
are all her dupes as any looker-on can clearly see.
She steals her brother’s food and he just lets her be,
his look displaying an expression of futility.
She steals Yolanda’s dusting rags to stage a tug-of-war,
then drags her mop when she’s not looking, clear across the floor.
She must reconnoiter each bare ankle that walks by.
First she licks it wet , but if you wait, she’ll lick it dry.
Then she’ll tug your pants cuff or masticate your shoe,
investigating with her tongue each tasty part of you.
She’s ripped to shreds four pairs of pants, my duvet and my tote,
my tarahumara basket, a two-hundred peso note,
the corners of two cabinets and my poetic papers.
No exposed object’s sacrosanct from her destructive capers.
But when I lock her in her pen for moments of reflection,
she greets her isolation with such whines of pure dejection,
It’s lucky for my puppy that she is so gol-darn cute
that each threatened sentence I’ve chosen to commute.
Prompt words today are mischief, remarkable, futility, dupe, instinct and dry.
Bad puppy videos below. Unfortunately, Youtube will try to take you off in a different direction after each one so you’ll need to come back to this post to see each of the others.
More bad puppy videos:
Clearing off my Desktop
Click on photos to enlarge.
These are all photos that I was going to do something with but didn’t. They are, however, favorites lurking around my too-full desktop, so here they are for you to deal with! I won’t explain them here but if you have questions, ask.
Leftovers: FOTD Jan 18, 2023
these are the remains of two other bouquets I’ve had for 11 days. I combined them to make a new bouquet. Good old mums and Gazanias. The sunflowers and roses have all expired.
For Cee’s FOTD
Procrastination
Procrastination
The imminent future seems iffy at best.
The door to tomorrow reveals a dark test.
Have we rationed our resources, saved for tomorrow?
Will deviations from reason cause future sorrow?
Spatially crowded, our cities all choke
in the fumes of their progress—nature’s cruel joke.
We write words like ECOLOGY large, in italics,
hope it will protect like the arms of a calyx,
think it will create a healing reaction,
and yet it will not, ’til we put it in action.
Today’s prompt words from six different sites are imminent, door, spatial, ration, deviation and italics.
My First Poem Ever
I have been going through three big cartons that among them contain every letter anyone has ever written to me in my life and even a number of my own that my mother saved as I was traveling around the world in my younger wilder years. In the very bottom of one box, I found a card I made for my mother when I was six years old with the very first poem I ever wrote on it. It’s pretty beaten up but Forgottenman insists I should share it here. I’m including photos of the different pages. The cover is a doily with three dimensional flowers on it but consider that it has been rattling around in my mother’s top junk drawer or in a box with a ton of other paper things for 69 years, so its condition reflects this. Here it is. Click on each photo to enlarge and read the poem:
What is the very earliest example of your writing? Wanna share with us? If so, please link in comments below:
FOTD Jan 17, 2023 Reflected Leaf
For Cee’s FOTD
Bad Holiday Attitudes
I unfortunately didn’t take photos of most of the Christmas ornament devastation described in the below poem, except for the one unfortunate angel found in the yard today, so I will make do with more of today’s latest. The pieces of the cushion shown , now collected, were spread over the entire lawn and patio. My day’s exercise was collecting them all and stuffing them back into their cushion, then throwing it away. Luckily the garbage had not been collected so I unstuffed a bit for photo purposes. She also chewed the ties off most of the chair cushions in the garden and the corner off the cushion for the lounge chair.The bedroom duvet is my newest. This is a very recent thing, destroying bedding. Trying to decide what to do. To be fair to Coco, I think most of this devastation is created by Zoe. Pasiano says it is because she’s the smallest and trying to prove her moxie. In that case, she has succeeded.
Bad Holiday Attitudes
My energetic puppies are meddlesome at best.
They seek to alter their milieu with destructive zest.
They create a fizzy ambience on patio and lawn
by spreading lawn chair cushion stuffing all hither and yon.
They parade my Christmas banner throughout my lower yard,
sowing its bits and shreds between the onions and the chard.
No matter at what altitude we hang the decorations,
they seem able to reach them to appease their mastications.
They shred what ornaments they find on tabletop and trees.
climbing up and leaping at whatever they can seize.
A dismembered Santa Claus lies nestled in the hay
where once slept baby Jesus, who’s securely tucked away
beneath the new poinsettia, sadly unidentifiable.
His restoration is, I fear, now totally unviable.
So, unless my naughty canine friends speed up their maturations,
Next year I think that I’ll attempt way fewer decorations.
Prompt words today are fizzy, meddlesome, altitude, milieu, onion and banner.
Garden Scene with Flowers: FOTD Jan 16, 2023
Sometimes flowers are the stars, at other times the supporting cast. This view is from the garden of a friend’s residence in Ajijic.
For Cee’s FOTD
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