I put a number of these flowers made from egg cartons on my tree. Fun project and almost any type of flower can be made. Click on first photo to enlarge both.
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Reblogging this. It’s very powerful. A friend sent me the link to this video a few days ago, but I didn’t look at it until now. Tears are streaming down my face as I am writing this post. I hope it is as much a gift to you as it was to me. via I Trust […]
via I Trust You — Living, Learning and Letting Go — Willow’s Corner
It seemed fitting that the mountain goat would be at the top of the tree. Click on first photo to enlarge all.
What me, moody? No time to be so. Spent four hours decorating the Christmas tree last night. Unfortunately, seems as though when Yolanda packed up the ornaments for me last year—very carefully, wrapping each one (but neglecting to put them in their regular boxes so I had two large cartons of empty boxes as well as one large carton of neatly wrapped ornaments) she also just cut the hanging loops off with the result that none of the 200 or more ornaments had anything to hang them from. Plus, she seems to have thrown away the wire hangers the loops hung from, so not only did I need to cut and form 200 hangers from wire, but also figure out how to attach them! I did so appreciate her untrimming the tree last year, but this year I think I’ll just cover it with plastic and store it in the laundry room! Save hours next year. (I didn’t mention untangling 4 long strands of Xmas lights to discover only one worked.)
But I’m not moody. No time to be so. Especially since after two days of painting the bathroom I discovered that the cement window frame I’d worked hours on to gouge out and sand away all the salitre, treat with vinegar, dry with fans, treat with Sin Salitre, dry overnight with fans, then fill with white cement, had one problem. The day after I completed this three day process (due to need to dry completely,) when I ran a cloth over the job, it came off covered with powder. I then used my hand. Covered with white powder. Commenced coughing coughing coughing from the dust.
Then a light bulb went on over my head. I must have filled the holes with grout rather than cement! They look exactly the same, and when Pasiano neglected to find the white cement for me, I went to find it myself in the garage and got a bag of grout instead. Damn. This would mean sanding it out, more dust, more coughing. So, I found a bottle of grout sealant and painted it on. When it dries, I’m going to go ahead and paint over it anyway. If it doesn’t work, I’ll do the job right after Xmas
My best friends will arrive to spend Xmas with me in 3 days. 28 people coming for a Xmas day potluck, need to visit Guadalajara to buy the ham and rolls and other party fare. Still need to find a place for all the retablos still residing on my dining room table. Carpenter came today to take my kitchen island to fix so all of it’s drawers residing in different places on my counter top and dining room floor. Two more boxes of Xmas decorations to find and no idea where they are hiding out, bathroom to finish painting, spare room full of material that was put upstairs during retiling and that needs to be put away. Lights and papel picado to string up, Nacimientos to set out, manger to assemble.
But moody? No way. I have no time to be moody. Above is the Xmas tree I decorated last night. It’s beginning to feel a lot like Xmas. I did Aguinaldos (Christmas Bonuses) and gifts for Pasiano and Yolanda, wrapped up a Hello Kitty notebook for Yoli and a new laptop computer for Oscar, filled Xmas stockings for Marti and Patty, my looooooong time friends who are visiting . (So excited they’ll be here for Xmas.) Yes. definitely, Xmas is in the air, as full of dust as it may be, as cluttered and stacked up and makeshift as it may be. In three days all will be perfect. And it is also perfect that all this activity leaves no room for moodiness. Moody? Me? Never.
The prompt today is “moody.”
Doesn’t look much like a hibiscus to you? It is a macro of the center of the calyx after the flower has withered and fallen off. It was just so intriguing to me that I had to post it. It reminds me of something, but I can’t quite put my mind’s finger on what it is.
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Wish List of a Youngest Daughter
Off and on, I’ve been wishing
my dad and I could go fishing.
I guess my sister could go along
so long as she does nothing wrong
like catch a fish bigger than mine
or tease or hum or brag or whine.
Perhaps she’ll sit back in the bed
and not up in the cab instead,
so Dad and I can be alone—
the truck a sort of “private zone.”
He’ll hit the bumps real hard so she
will wish she was in front with me.
Just like I always pray and pray
her friends and she will let me stay
with them, when they come for the night
and play without me, door shut tight.
Marvelous fun had down the hall,
but not with me. I am too small.
That’s why, when Dad tells me a joke,
I’ll laugh real loud until I choke;
and my sister, sitting there behind
might feel left out, but I don’t mind.
And when we get to where we’re going,
to the stock dam, cattle lowing,
Dad will bait my hook for me
and sister, too, and then we’ll see
who will catch the biggest fish.
I guess it’s obvious that my wish
is that I’ll catch the biggest one,
and sister will go home with none!
The prompt today is “Fishing.”
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Nearly Xmas and Cee’s Poinsettia is a must-see
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It will all come together. Four days to go until my company comes!
The prompt today was “maddening.” How appropriate.
Cee gave me her approval to post one more posting of thunbergias. Close-ups this time. Then I promise not to show any more for a very long time.
(Click on first photo to enlarge both.)
These are my two favorite shots ot the day, although I have others you might see in the far future!
For Cee’s Flower of the Day prompt.
Allenda asked for another conundrum and at 3 a.m., rather than sleep, I decided to attempt another one. Here it is. I’ve given the answer at the very end of the comments, so those of you who still want to guess won’t receive any spoilers. Go ahead and guess in comments if you wish because there are enough comments that it won’t spoil it for anyone else now unless they choose to know.
Conundrum II
To hear of it, you’d think it’s made
to come to Louie Armstrong’s aid.
Yet it plays no music, surprisingly––
the lips not where it’s meant to be.
It has a tongue that does not talk.
Sounds like it should, but does not walk.
Although it helps out one that does,
it never leaves the room because
it has no means of a conveyance,
keeps your frustration in abeyance
so you can walk both tall and proud
though for itself, it’s not allowed.
What is it?
