The garden is at its best green, thanks to the big rains during the rainy season!
For Johnbo’s Cellpic Sunday
Rainy Season Green, for Cellpic Sunday
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Scraps of Her for “One Word Sunday” Aug 17, 2025
Scraps of Her
She was the glitter
in our all-too-literal lives.
She left a trail of it,
our littlest fairy.
It was the dust of her,
like that perfume half
school glue and half strawberries.
All these little paths she created in our lives—
the silliness and dainty nylon net of her,
with sand spilling from her overall pockets
and shed-off Barbie Doll parts left like
clues: one tiny shoe, a pink plastic door
from her convertible.
These small reminders once filled our house
and some of them remained when she no longer did.
We find them like the droppings of her
in infrequently visited drawers,
the corners of cupboards
and the hidden pockets of the sofa.
I find her signs as I empty vacuum cleaner bags—
a tail of glitter through the dust that, unaware,
she left like breadcrumbs through the forest of our memories.
Little girl. All grown up.
Off in a different world
that is like a new game of her own concocting,
this house a scrapbook
we would never choose to remove her from.
For the One Word Challenge: Litter
“Life” for The Sunday Whirl Wordle 719, Aug 17, 2025
Prompt words for The Sunday Whirl are: spiral craft signal draft shallow rule dense send shell sham slapping laugh
Nate White on Donald Trump
Someone asked “Why do some British people not like Donald Trump?”
Nate White, an articulate and witty writer from England, wrote this magnificent response: Taken from his X post at https://x.com/Ipitythepoorfo1/status/1317856496647049217
“A few things spring to mind.Trump lacks certain qualities which the British traditionally esteem.
For instance, he has no class, no charm, no coolness, no credibility, no compassion, no wit, no warmth, no wisdom, no subtlety, no sensitivity, no self-awareness, no humility, no honour and no grace – all qualities, funnily enough, with which his predecessor Mr. Obama was generously blessed.
So for us, the stark contrast does rather throw Trump’s limitations into embarrassingly sharp relief.
Plus, we like a laugh. And while Trump may be laughable, he has never once said anything wry, witty or even faintly amusing – not once, ever.
I don’t say that rhetorically, I mean it quite literally: not once, not ever. And that fact is particularly disturbing to the British sensibility – for us, to lack humour is almost inhuman.
But with Trump, it’s a fact. He doesn’t even seem to understand what a joke is – his idea of a joke is a crass comment, an illiterate insult, a casual act of cruelty.
Trump is a troll. And like all trolls, he is never funny and he never laughs; he only crows or jeers.
And scarily, he doesn’t just talk in crude, witless insults – he actually thinks in them. His mind is a simple bot-like algorithm of petty prejudices and knee-jerk nastiness.
There is never any under-layer of irony, complexity, nuance or depth. It’s all surface.
Some Americans might see this as refreshingly upfront.
Well, we don’t. We see it as having no inner world, no soul.
And in Britain we traditionally side with David, not Goliath. All our heroes are plucky underdogs: Robin Hood, Dick Whittington, Oliver Twist.
Trump is neither plucky, nor an underdog. He is the exact opposite of that.
He’s not even a spoiled rich-boy, or a greedy fat-cat.
He’s more a fat white slug. A Jabba the Hutt of privilege.
And worse, he is that most unforgivable of all things to the British: a bully.
That is, except when he is among bullies; then he suddenly transforms into a snivelling sidekick instead.
There are unspoken rules to this stuff – the Queensberry rules of basic decency – and he breaks them all. He punches downwards – which a gentleman should, would, could never do – and every blow he aims is below the belt. He particularly likes to kick the vulnerable or voiceless – and he kicks them when they are down.
So the fact that a significant minority – perhaps a third – of Americans look at what he does, listen to what he says, and then think ‘Yeah, he seems like my kind of guy’ is a matter of some confusion and no little distress to British people, given that:
* Americans are supposed to be nicer than us, and mostly are.
* You don’t need a particularly keen eye for detail to spot a few flaws in the man.
This last point is what especially confuses and dismays British people, and many other people too; his faults seem pretty bloody hard to miss.
After all, it’s impossible to read a single tweet, or hear him speak a sentence or two, without staring deep into the abyss. He turns being artless into an art form; he is a Picasso of pettiness; a Shakespeare of shit. His faults are fractal: even his flaws have flaws, and so on ad infinitum.
God knows there have always been stupid people in the world, and plenty of nasty people too. But rarely has stupidity been so nasty, or nastiness so stupid.
He makes Nixon look trustworthy and George W look smart.
In fact, if Frankenstein decided to make a monster assembled entirely from human flaws – he would make a Trump.
And a remorseful Doctor Frankenstein would clutch out big clumpfuls of hair and scream in anguish:
‘My God… what… have… I… created?
If being a twat was a TV show, Trump would be the boxed set.”
With thanks to Rhonda Schrader, Ray DiFazio and Michael Lussier, who all republished this piece before it finally made its way to me.
Can’t believe it, but…
TMy dogs actually love used coffee grounds! How do I know this? Because I just had Pasiano replant a large anthurium plant in a new flower pot and later, when I was cleaning up the kitchen, I noticed the coffee grounds in the basket of the coffee maker. Remembering that they were good for plants, I went out and scattered them over the dirt of the newly planted anthuriums and Coco immediately ran over and started LICKING THE DIRT! He was frenzied in his antics, so I scattered the rest of the grounds in his dish and not only Coco but also Zoe competed in licking them up. Already hyper, I wonder what this will do to them? Who would have guessed. Now need to go Google it. Do all dogs love coffee grounds?
Months ago, Chris and Barb brought me this gorgeous anthurium in a Talavera vase. Now twice as big, It is the plant I transferred to the bigger pot on the terrace. Hope anthuriums like coffee as much as my dogs do.
Oh No! I should have Googled this earlier. This is what I just read!!!
While some dogs might show interest in coffee grounds due to their smell or curiosity, coffee grounds can be harmful and even toxic to dogs. Dogs are more sensitive to caffeine than humans, and ingestion can lead to caffeine poisoning, causing symptoms like hyperactivity, vomiting, and in severe cases, seizures. It’s best to keep coffee grounds out of reach of dogs and to discourage them from consuming them.
A Simple Solution for SOCS Aug 16, 2025
I found five old passports and an international driving permit from 1986.
Why, oh why can I not find my current passport?
An extra hour would be nice. A day’s not long enough.
I know I’d use the extra hour looking for lost stuff!
My passport has gone missing and it’s been a major pain.
I would give most anything to have it back again.
I’ve looked in all my files, my drawers and every purse.
I have too many places. It couldn’t get much worse.
If I ever find it, I’ve made myself a vow to
make my life much simpler, if I just could figure how to!
I actually lost my passport a few years ago. I looked for it for 4 or 5 hours without finding it, but my housekeeper found it in 5 minutes when she came the next day––in a place where I’d looked twice!!! She lit a candle and said whenever I lost things I should do the same. She says her friend has a Virgin and Child statue, and whenever she loses anything, she takes the baby out of the mother’s arms and says she’ll return it when she has helped her to find whatever she has lost!! Talk about blackmail in high places! Ha. A simple solution.
The prompt for SOCS is “Simple.”
Elon?
Has anyone else been getting these “comments” (see below) by Elon Musk (?) on their blogs? I especially love the one that warns me not to be duped by imposters! Please note the grammar errors such as “celebrating everyone” and “fall into the victim.” What next?
For Fibbing Friday, Aug 15, 2025
For Fibbing Friday, the task at hand this week is to anser these questions:
1. What is an ingot? A hole-in-one in golf.
2. What is a pekinese? What one gains with a new pair of eyeglasses.
3. What is gumbo? Those (formerly penny) balls of gum kids used to buy from a gumbo machine. (See illustration)
4. What is crème fraiche? Che Guevara’s order at the dairy.
5. What is a patisserie? A school in how to comfort your puppy for first-time dog owners
6. What is cock-a-leekie? An incontinent male chicken
7. What is a scotch egg? Breakfast for Richard Burton
8. What is a tuning fork? A singing lesson for the U.S. Secretary of Health and Human Services
9. What is a leprechaun? An Arab ruler with leprosy
10. What is a running flush? A broken toilet
Short Adventure for dVerse Poets, Aug 14, 2025
Short Adventure
dog
woman
all
alone
computer
window
rubber
bone
eye-lock
pleading
invitation
one
thrown
bone
brings
jubilation
further
begging
is
for
naught
a
second
later
fun
forgot
For dVerse Poets Open Link Night
Game of Cards, for dVerse Poets, Aug 12, 2025
Game of Cards
I would pay a pretty tuppence
to invest in his comeuppance.
His smug assurance, his galling preening.
He’s like a babe in need of weaning,
sucking at the teat of fame.
What other mortal needs his name
written on towers around the world?
He’s Ozymandias, stone lip curled
in cruel splendor, sure in his power
reasserted on every tower.
But remember, as he counts each coup,
how all the mighty have fallen, too.
False knights wear armor prone to tarnish.
His Midas touch will lose its varnish.
We’ll laud the day when he’ll be dumped—
That day when he’ll be over-trumped!
The dVerse prompt is Power.
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