I’m posting this for a friend. This is a fabulous house in Chapala where my friend Candace lived for many years. It now belongs to another friend, Arlene!
Penthouse for rent in Chapala!!
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Monthly Archives: December 2024
Echeveria Blooms For Cee’s FOTD, Dec 18, 2024
Hibiscus, For Cee’s FOTD, Dec 19, 2024
For Cee’s FOTD
Purple Prose
Grandma grinds plums in her conical grinder, shredding the flesh from the pits. Under the table, my little brother sits, purple around his mouth from taste-testing the plums he helped her pick. My father pushes a cooling cup of Postum closer to my grandmother as she resumes the story I’ve interrupted. I dash to my room, having just minutes to prepare for the dance before my car full of friends arrives, honking the horn. My Grandmother begins another story about the old country as I tear off my school jeans. I dress in her stories—patterned and purple as night.
For Friday Fictioneers we are to write a story of under 100 words.
Commercial Buildings and Storefronts–in Mexico and Elsewhere
Abe’s Grill, Corinth, Mississippi
San Francisco
Ajijic, Mexico
Ceramic factory, Amalfi Coast
Ajijic, Mexico
Tlaquepaque, Mexico
For CFFC: Commercial Buildings or Store fronts
The Numbers Game #52, Dec. 16, 2024, Please Play Along!
Welcome to “The Numbers Game #52.” Today’s number is 173. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.
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Poinsettias, for Cee’s FOTD
Different Strokes, For The Sunday Whirl Wordle 685.
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Different Strokes
Some strum the strings. Some scrape the bow. Some cannot sing a note
and so they sit upon the couch and manage the remote.
Dark nights and misty mornings, candles light the way
down stairs and slippery sidewalks deprived of light of day.
The dust of dreams , collected, is spun out by some as art.
Others create fresh music—magic language of the heart.
This poem that I write for you is in a minor key,
for only rather different notes choose to follow me.
So rather than take to my couch and idle life away,
I comb my mind to find these words to see what I might say.
For the Sunday Whirl, word prompts are: remote misty scrape slippery candle fresh dust magic minor strum string follow
Three Sisters for FOTD, Dec 15, 2024
The youngest of three sisters, I know that even from the same family, we all bloom in a different manner, but are unified by proximity and genes.
For Cee’s FOTD
And also for the Thursday Trios Challenge
Change in Dinner Plans
The worst part is losing my best and only glass pizza pan. Like the death of an old friend.
10:06 PM and still no dinner..
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 